Beware The Cyborg

[John Silver]

Date: February 24th
((Open to all peacekeepers and higher ups who will be in Silver’s platoon. It’s battle planning time lads and lassies!))

The ursid shifts from his spot in front of the tent as he pulls back the tent flap allowing light to shine across the table on which multiple battle plans and tactics were laid out. The red beam of light shoots out, scanning the papers as Silver reads over them for the 100th time.

“Why not just use the star motar sir?” Silver turned to look at one of his shipmates, a canid named Patrick Doig who was one of the many gunners for one of his fleets. “Pat, I want them to at least have something to bring back, if I used that there would be nothing left of the soldiers” an amused smirk pulls at his thick lips. “Sides, I’m saving the big guns for later on” he hums before turning his attention to the tent flap as some members of his platoon walk inside.

“So you lot ready?” He smiles at them as if asking them to go on a simple errand. “I’ll be happy to tell you lot that I won’t be high tailing it out of there the moment things turn sour, I can assure you that” His cybernetic eye whirls as he look at Aladdin who was somewhere outside

[Mulan]

  Mulan had been one of the platoon members to step inside, leaving Aladdin under temporary watch, but otherwise left to his own devices. Her hands found purchase behind her back, clasping loosely, while her feet stood shoulder-width apart to leave her in the at-ease position. She wasn't there to help at the excursion to Australia. It may have been circumstances beyond her control, but Mulan couldn't just sit out for this one. Her blood boiled at the thought of standing by and waving everyone off to die. She refused.

“So you lot ready?”

  As she was pulled from her thoughts, Mulan noted Silver's infectious grin, and couldn't help but feel her own smile tugging at the corners of her lip in spite of herself. He certainly had a way with morale, and she found herself joining in with the chorus of "Aye, sir!" that resounded from a handful of the crowd.

[The Gourmand]

The Gourmand and his vehicle took up a fair amount of space. This was to say nothing about the presence he exuded, which almost seemed to make him look bigger. One of his elbows was sitting on the armrest of his pod, holding the side of his head almost as if he was bored. But he wasn’t bored. He just seemed to be… waiting.

Crimson eyes were shaded by his creased brow, wild but calculating; in a word, predatory. He gave off the kind of dread-inducing heir that a vulture would as it waited for its quarry to die. The Gourmand lived for war. Though he arrived to his contemporaries wounded and crippled, there was little that could dissuade him from the battlefield. The vile creature made no secret he didn't care one way or the other for the Freedom Fighter cause. He was present here for one reason only; his insatiable bloodlust needed to be quenched.

He didn’t react along with the other soldiers. He waited for the sound to quiet before rumbling;

“I would be honored to handle anything that comes below the water.”

There wasn't anything humble about his tone.

[John Silver]

"Aye, sir!"

Silver smirks at Mulan and the others at the sound. The ex pirate's blood surged with excitement at their cheer taking him back to the days of his plundering. Two-toned eyes turned to look at the creature that was known as The Gourmand who spoke upon the group of soldiers cheers died down. 


 “I would be honored to handle anything that comes below the water.”

"Aye, so you shall you and whatever sea critters that you gather won't be letting a single enemy reach land fall" a metal finger drags across the paper, pointing to the shoreline. "You drown, rip em apart or whatever you see fit" he rumbles, his eye flickering an orange colored  tint as he glances down at the map. "The rest of us will be laying in wait in the jungle in ambush for whatever rouges or black-bloods that do somehow make it to land.

"Mulan, if yer willing your with me and a group of soldiers on my ship The Argentum 2" he turned to look at the woman 

[Mulan]

  "Yes, sir." Mulan gave a firm, confident nod in the cyborg's direction. The answer came swiftly; Mulan held the clear dedication of a soldier ready to fulfill her duty.  Moreover, she was admittedly chomping at the bit to help this time. To see that their men came home in one piece. She was only one in an army to be sure, but sometimes, one could make all the difference.

  Mulan gave a moment's pause for thought in regards to where she would be stationed for this battle. Infantry was her strongest suit, but she had received the training necessary for naval combat between her last war and her current one. It would not be her natural element, but she was prepared to handle anything that came their way.

[Mega]

Mega lays on his stomach listening to the ursid explain his plan, his whipcord like tail flop lazily around as he peers at the gathering group of soldiers that were surprisingly made of both humans and animals. A zebra from Thurston's heard scrapes it's hoof almost nervously the whole 'panic and run' motto seared into it's brain by it's foolish leader. Mega lick's his chops automatically, as disturbing as it was the male lion would gladly dig into the fallen prey animals