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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/18/2017 10:39:00 PM
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[i]As the soldiers would approach and enter the barrier, they could feel their guns lock into safety, as if the barrier was.. disabling them.[/i]
[i]The soldier's stratagem was bringing down nations to their level of combat.[/i]
[i]A few archers and watchmen would notice the group, ringing a few subtle alarms. The gates would open, a small welcoming party lead by an officer in a purple uniform approaching.[/i]
"Who would seek out the Trayvens at our garrison?"
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Amanda was correct, and there was no way to reverse it. [quote]A: "If shit hits the fan, melee, weapons are hardlocked and unusable when in or near that barrier."[/quote] A green light winked in her HUD, they all understood. Amanda stepped forward, the other four hanging back a bit ad Amanda would play ambassador. "We come to talk, seeking you're command or commanders to discuss a few things. Most namely the current state of the planet and why it is you're group, Trayvens, is here."
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"I could retrieve Lady Isabella, for such negotiations. She would be advised for such.. dealings." [i]A scout would then run off, towards the direction of the Dojo. It was funny.. their "lady" was in the Dojo.[/i] [i]Minutes later, and a woman, towering yet shorter than the Valkyries, would arrive, blood soaking from the side of her arm. It seemed as if she had been stabbed in the side, though she was handling it well. She was fully armored in black steel, having to look up at the giant soldiers. She took off her helm, revealing.. well, I've described Bella before for you, lol.[/i] "...I have to admit. I'm actually terrified right now, and seriously impressed. I mean.. you guys are fuсking impressive." "Ma'am.. they were looking into the recent trade issues. They held trades with the Dojo.." "Oh, all of that. Yeah, we can chat, get those running again. Seriously.. sorry about that." [i]Isabella would hold out her hand for Amanda, having to look up.[/i] "Isabella Trayven."
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The sight of Bella made Amanda huff in amusement, as she removed her helmet, revealing a paler complexion, ginger hair and vibrant emerald eyes. Despite being a metaphorical giant, Amanda was a looker, still young in relative comparison to most people. She had the face of a goddess almost, a few flaws, freckles and a scar on her jawline. She shook Isabella's hand then. "Amanda Frye, glad to know you're willing to negotiate."
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"...Well, I.." [i]Isabella nodded a little when she looked up at Amanda, in a slight amazement.[/i] "-Didn't know I was negotiating with a beauty, anyway. Guess you're bred to be a marvel at both kicking ass and being sexy as hell, huh?" [i]The captain coughed a little, muttering "Lady Isabella.." as the purple-haired woman merely cleared her throat, nodding.[/i] "Look, we can chat in my quarters. Get comfortable, that sort. Your guys can come around, survey the area, check weaknesses in fortifications and whatever."
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Amanda smiled then, a pearly white grin spreading across her face. "Well, I'm a monster in a fight and in the sheets as well." A few of the soldiers behind Amanda chuckled, they all knew that their leader was a flirtatious woman. "So, about the trade deals, mind we head inside? Rather than stand out here." She gestured to the inside of the dome then.
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"A few of mine say the same, though I'm afraid that I'm outclassed. We'll have to see, though." [i]Isabella shrugged with a smile, beckoning for the gates to open wide. As they creaked open, she would motion for Amanda and her troops to follow freely, as she spoke while they walked.[/i] "The trade routes from the Dojo were initially shut down when we came around, as we would take mostly everything that were on them. The cash, weapons, resources.. yet to use them, since we figured that the people of which they belonged to would come around. Couldn't use them anyway, too - we're medieval shits, not a sci-fi army from the future."
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Amanda smirked. "Well, those trades where vital to my planet, was a big source of income and output for us." She had to admire their power though, for being an empire of melee focused combatants, it was mighty technology they had. "Maybe not only with the Dojo, we could trade with you as well? We may have massive strides in science, but can help in other means. Melee and ways similar isn't hard to make or forge, especially on Odin. Our Ragnarok Forge is capable of making any number of weaponry and the like." The soldiers followed Isabella, garnering a lot of stares. Something of their stature was rare, with kits so advanced and powerful. Each of them had a different walk, Amanda herself being cocky, but militaristic. A gunslinger, per say. She was confident in her abilities.
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"Trayve's known for it's for gold, alloyed steel, and leather, with a few others in the mix. I don't see you guys showing much interest outside of gold.. even then, I figure that your lot would have a new currency. Not to shut you guys down.. but a trade relationship between us would only really benefit my side, unless you're looking at foods and such." [i]Isabella was brutally honest, while she held her tent open for Amanda to get into. Even then, she would meet the roof.[/i] "I dunno, though.. the Ragnarok Forge would be hella useful."
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"I'm sure you could always use weapons and armor. My planet doesn't use steel and the like, we use more dense and stronger metals. We do use gold, still a worthy metal, used to decorate as well as trade and sell. Food is welcome as well. You're tech, if it us yours, would be a worthy trade as well." The other four waited outside, Amanda stepping inside of the tent, nearly meeting the roof of it.
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"Ah, the shielding stuff.. ...We can hook you up, alright. Though you'll probably be stuck in melee for a bit, though I don't blame you for it. Those big hulking bodies.. and you in general. You'll give your foes one last beautiful view before it's all.. over." [i]Isabella seemed to drone on the thought, before smiling.[/i] "But yeah, we can trade these."
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Amanda grinned, appreciating the comment. "Yeah, I'm a decent match for really just about anyone. Even you, if you want~ The shielding though would be amazing on the battlefield, with a bit of tinkering, I could have it work in my favor, and against the enemy."
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"Even for me.. Of course. Though yeah, we'll get the trade moving through in a little bit. Now.. if you're interested, you wanna stay by for a bit? I could get you a pretty big meal, maybe chat a little. You seem pretty interesting." [i]Isabella smiled a little at Amanda. She was alright, to the shorter purple-haired woman. Militaristic, understanding, and raunchy enough for Bella to get to like.[/i]
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"If it means working out trade as getting to know a figurehead of another faction, yes, I'll stick around." Then, she turned back to the other four, yelling an order to go retrieve the ship and bring it closer.
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"Ha, alright." [i]Some time later, and a dinner would be served: it would consist of steaks, meats, vines of grapes and salads - practically limitless. Other than seafood, though.[/i] "So.." [i]Isabella would start off, smiling.[/i] "Guess your lot uses super big soldiers a lot? Concerning that there are literally five of y'all.. on a negotiation. How big are the girls over there?"
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Amanda huffed out of amusement. She was out of armor now, a rig in the ship she arrived in able to pull it all off. For now she was dressed simply in jeans, boots, and a military jacket bearing a logo on it. The soldier out of her armor was an odd sight. Amanda's body was well endorsed, ample assets, toned body, she was as beauty as deadly. "Its standard precaution, the worst was assumed when we where sent. And no, not all are. Just the ones like me, otherwise known as a Valkyrie, a super soldier. That's why I am the way I am. I'm the soldier you send when you want something killed four times over, the one you send to win a war using a simple fireteam." Amanda shrugged then, it was natural to her, it was who she was. Reaching forward, she grabbed a few items, setting them on her plate.
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"Win a war, with a fireteam of giant sexy sci-fi soldiers.. so much for gold hordes and armies." [i]Isabella would say, taking a bite out of her steak while she would continue to cut it into pieces. Amanda's new.. look, though, had certainly got her attention, though, for her own reasons.[/i] "You wouldn't mind staying here for a bit, then, would you? Nothing big. To you, just another war to win, I'd guess."
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"Depends what kind of war it is. But considering the trade deals need to be finalized, yes, I can stay longer." Amanda nodded towards Bella then, agreeing to stay.
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"...Wow. This Tribune shit should be over in no time. So.. war beasts. Got any? Though I guess that your lot would prefer tanks." [i]War beasts.. the topic drew Isabella in like a bug would be attracted to light.[/i]
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"At times, yes, we do actually have war beasts native to my planet. Not advised to be used though. We mostly stick to artillery and support, bombardment and the like. Although yes we do use tanks frequently." Amanda nodded, taking a sip from one of the many bottles.
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"...Fuсking hell, I want to go." [i]Isabella would chug down the alcohol in her drink, shaking her head a little.[/i] "Describe them. Their claws, the length of their teeth, their height and strength. Describe how you tear them down and bind them to your will, and your masterful command alone." [i]The purple-headed woman would monologue, smiling a little. She was interested now.[/i]
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Amanda grinned then, her mind reading something else in those words. Either way, she complied. "The beasts we use for war, are called Grtunts, essentially as an adult; three stories tall, four armed, with the strength to crush mountains. They're like apes, if you know what they are. They are mostly primal, and we have specialized equipment for either killing or bringing them down. Training them is extremely hard, best done at early youth as a baby, which is near impossible since mothers guard their young ferociously. They're scared of fire, which is why we blind them with a metal covering, and let their smell take over. Either way the end result is that we let them loose, back off, and then once it is they succeed, use fire or bright light to lead them back to containment units."
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"Giant monster apes.. I'm too used to things destroying an enemy's frontline. The giant bulls of Khaom, the griffons and their riders utilizing enhanced fire to melt us down.. and dragons. Nothing like a fuсking dragon fight." [i]Dragons.. Isabella smiled widely at the thought of the beasts, clasping her hands together.[/i] "Ballistas, arrows.. all useless compared to those oversized lizards. No, you have to get in close and target the eyes and the legs. Cut open their tendons and they're done for. But taming.. I got lucky." [i]It seemed funny. Amanda was with a dragon-taming, flirtatious military leader. Bella didn't find anything that she did to be too big of a deal, still talking about Amanda's world.[/i] "These Grtunts sound alright, though. How many have you killed?"
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Amanda huffed. "Believe me, only a few. Their hide is thicker than anything I've seen before. Only issue is that it weighs far too much for conventional use. They can soak up bullets and the like, so its far easier to trap them instead of kill. Although, dragons? That is something I may want to tame. A Grtunts is impossible, its too primal, too much rage. I lost my brother to one when I was young, and even we where skilled when it came to those things." The soldier shrugged then. "We have others as well, the Fenris hounds of the North, massive, dog like beasts that we turned into companions. Their teeth and jaws are unmatched, loyal and faithful things. Usually they are sent in with groups, a lot of the time with scouts." Reaching forward, Amanda sipped from a bottle again, glancing over at Bella as she set it back down. Then she ate a bit, and spoke again. "But enough on that topic, what else would you want to talk on?"
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"I'd want to talk about you, really; though I guess my background's sorta important to know too. Get to know me." [i]Isabella drunk again, beginning in a hushed tone. She didn't seem too eager to tell her tale.[/i] "I'm from a hole called Khaom, not Trayve. Grew up as a child in the slums with one dad, a pit fighter in the past who was crippled. Once I got old enough.. twelve, really.. and dad got sold away, I joined the arena. Killed.. a lot of people. Became Khaom's favorite. Then in the Emperor's Challenge - sorta a competition against the best fighters in the arena, I.. may or may not have crushed the Emperor's head with a rock. So a new Emperor - or Empress - was in line. Ended a war, resigned, took a dragon, apparently got adopted by these Trayven guys.." [i]Isabella sighed, tapping the table.[/i] "That's.. really it."
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Amanda a nodded then. "Well, that's a story. My own is being born as my mom being some 10ft tall, and my dad normal, so my genes where -blam!-ed, and i would have died in my early childhood if I didn't undergo the process that made Valkyrie soldiers. So I was technicality forced to become this, but I don't mind it, enjoy it actually." She shrugged, taking a bite from the steak. "But, yours by far sounds a lot cooler, not the early part, but on pen and paper it would be a great story"
