The Mossflower Front (Rebooted)

  • Matthew "Dwarf" McCullin sat in a corner of the dimly lit basement of Brockhall, his M249 slung lazily over his shoulder. He had been restless ever since they had been forced to take shelter in the tiny underground hideout. McCullin wanted to be out fighting the enemy, not cowering in the shadows. He hadn't appeared to be paying any attention to what the others were saying, but he was keeping an ear out for anything that sounded important.

    When Finnegan mentioned going on a scouting mission McCullin was initially disinterested. He thought that such a mission would involve nothing but hiding and peering at the enemy from a safe distance. But when he heard that it might get messy, he perked up instantly. "Eh, Finn!" he called out to hedgehog, "you need help? I need some shooting practice." McCullin lifted his hefty weapon on his shoulder and rose from his seat, striding towards the pair of beasts already preparing. He took a few belts from the box labeled "5.56 NATO" and slung them over his shoulders. However, he kept one out and loaded into his machine gun, ready for combat. "I'm ready when you are," the hare said with a devilish grin.

  • Angel Zieliński sat, leaning casually and calmly up against one of the corner walls of the dark ancient underground cavern of Brockhall. Her M16 Viper, cradled on her lap, she let her dark eyes search around the room. Being an outsider, Angel had heard tales of Brockhall, but it's significance didn't not strike her greatly. She found the room to be a wonderful place for a hideout during a secret mission though.

    The snow furred weasel maid had recently heard of their mission from the one otter, Zeke. She was starting to like this idea of a small group regaining Redwall Abbey. Her companions she found to be skilled beast, and she believed they would have her back if she needed them around. She was warming up to them, and glad to have some other people near by.

    Zieliński begin to grow restless… What was all of this talking about? They couldn't stay stuck down in this dusty hole forever. Honestly, she thought it would be better just to strike hard and strike fast and strike where the Vermin were weak. Still, she ought to wait... Wait! What was this about spying? Zee would spy if she had to, but that wasn't what she was here to do.

    Three or so of the beasts had already decided to go out briefly with Finn, the hedgehog. Angel wasn't positive that so many needed to go, but, it was better than having more beasts sitting around idly at base. As for herself, Angel was going to stay. She wanted to get outside, but she had better discuss plans for the actual assult before anything else. She still had yet to learn her role in their quest to take back the Abbey. But when her time should come... She would not sit back and watch.

    As the three others were getting ready to leave, Angel stood up and walked over to the mouse. "Sir." Said Angel, her voice laden with a tinge of an exotic accent. "What would you like me to be doing. Do preparations need to be made?..." She paused. "If I may. I believe we all have our supplies and weapons out, sorted, and ready. I think that we simply need to find where, when, and how to attack, but that could certainly be a long and frustrating process."

  • Dastan lay on the on the table upside down with his knees up and a laptop resting on them. He was typing away as fast as ever. He wasn't too unhappy about sitting around, he didn't mind the peace and quiet. His guns were laying on the table beside him. There was a Heckler & Koch MP5, a Steyr M1912 and a Husqvarna m/1907. And there was a little spider running around on the floor, about the size of a tarantella. It was of course a robot, a little camera that could do almost anything. Dastan was manning it from his laptop. It walked over to Angel. The it waved and did an awkward bow. Dastan grinned at her.

    When he heard there was a scouting mission Dastan got off his table. He wasn't going, but they needed his equipment. He pulled a little container out of a pocket and opened it, inside there were little earbuds, he took out 4 of them and handed them around to the party going out.
    "Put these in your ear, and all you have to do is talk, and listen. No buttons pressed" He said proudly.
    "Oh, and one more thing." He bent over and picked up the spider, he pet it and pressed a button on his laptop. It immediately folded up into a small metal ball.
    "Just chuck this inside Redwall for me will ya? Thanks! Just make sure it gets inside in the grass without being seen."

  • Shen looked up at the snow furred weasel and casually flipped his bonesaw over and over in one hand, juggling it like a bowling pin. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, "First, I'm not a 'sir' Angel. In all technicality, we're all the same rank here, but thank you for assuming I'm a higher rank. It makes my ego feel all warm and fuzzy." The medic grinned at his egotistical remark, then his face went flat again, "You're certainly right; we've got all our weapons and ammo out and ready, all we need to know is how, when, and where, which this lot here will bring to us quite shortly," He caught the handle of his saw and gestured at the scouting team with it before continuing, "Now listen here; they are only going out this late out of necessity, and the rest of us should probably be getting some sleep if we want any chance of taking Redwall back tomorrow. I've seen my share of battles go badly because of tired soldiers."

    The mouse rose from his chair and slipped his saw back into its sheath smoothly and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Oh dear, I sound like a commander again, don't I? I guess I do get to rambling on the occasion… rambling? Dear lord, I'm only 27 and I sound like my grandpa!" He shook himself, "Gah! Anyway, bedtime I should think. And as for you three!" He poked a finger at the scouts, "I don't want any funny business while you lot are out on the town. Be back by three in the morning at the latest or I'll ground you for the rest of the war on gravy rations!" With that, Shen dropped his arm and went over to a partitioned off alcove, his sleeping area.

  • "Any beast up for getting some fresh air?" "I'll with ya mate"

    "I don't want any funny business while you lot are out on the town. Be back by three in the morning at the latest" "Don't worry Shen ether we'll be back soon, or not at all." Said Zeke with a grin,
    "by the way who is leading this mission? I think it should be Me or Shen what do you guys think?"

    Then he went over to the table and picked up the spider and looked at it closely "If this is what I think it is we all wouldn't need to go right now…. but we all want some fresh air so lets go" said Zeke and picked up his sniper and slung it over his back and grabbed his pistols as he walked up the stairs to the door of Brockhall.
    It was a nice night outside of Brockhall with a cool breeze. "Nice night for a walk" He said and started off to Redwall.

  • McCullin gave Dastan a demeaning look. Though he knew that the otter's technical skills were important, the intellectual really didn't impress him. "Eh Dastan, can your little toy survive being thrown over the wall?" McCullin asked, "because I'm not riskin' my life to set it gently in the grass." Making sure that his Desert Eagle and grenades were place, the hare walked over to join his companions on the scouting mission. As he passed Angel he winked at her saying, "keep those two softies safe while we're gone!" By "those two softies" it was clear he meant Shen and Dastan.

    Before Zeke started up the stairs, McCullin elbowed him in the ribs. "Listen sniper, we're all that same rank here," the giant grinned, "I ain't taking orders from you, or Shen. Just leave me to do what I do best. Kill beasts." He followed Zeke up the steps and out the door of Brockhall, entering the night a step after the otter.

  • Finnegan had gone into something of a catatonic state for a moment. He numbly checked over his M60, making sure the safety was on, for now. He was glad of Zeke and Dusk's company, and it was not as if he didn't like the big, rough hare. But Dwarf was not the beast he would have picked for reconaissance. In fact, the whole meaning of recon seemed to have flown by the hare's large ears. Finn tried not to grin too much at the thought. He realised they were already leaving him behind. The hedgehog scrambled for the door, the binoculars swinging from his neck. They were equipped with night vision, so they could do some work in the dark. "Seeya, Shen! We'll be back soon!"

    Reaching the hatch that led into Brockhall, Finn hesitated, then slowly opened it a crack. No vermin about. He waited a few more seconds then pushed it open and rolled out into a convenient thicket of bushes, letting the hatch close behind him. It was imperceptable to any beast not looking for it. The cold, fresh breeze was a welcome relief. Finn breathed deeply, glad to be rid of the warm, close atmosphere down below. His companions were already setting off. Finn scuttled after them, knees permanently bent, eyes forever darting this way and that. He would not put it past the vermin to leave a nasty surprise or two in the forest. Mines were foremost on his mind. Finn checked his compass making sure they were actually headed to Redwall.

    "So, um," Finnegan began, hurrying to keep pace with the bigger otter and hare, "as we're approaching from the north-east, we can get quite close to the Abbey without being seen. I'm pretty sure the vermin have set up road checkpoints and outposts through their captured territory."

    Finn checked his belt for his radio, sighing with relief he had brought his. If they got into serious trouble, he could always radio for help. Compulsively checking his compass, Finn snaked between the trees. For a moment, he forgot that they were convenient bits of cover. He saw a forest, not a series of mines or traps. He relaxed for a moment, allowing a reprieve from the tension he felt. The forest in winter was a uniquely beautiful landscape, with towering trunks and millions of interlocking branches, all covers in white slush from the snowfall of last night. Try as he might, the hedgehog couldn't spot any birds. He had been hoping to see a robin or a bluebird making a nest, but today it was quiet and motionless. Finnegan added birdwatching to his list of things to do if he survived the war.

    "No birds today," Finnegan said out loud. He winced, he hadn't meant to bring it up. Trying to cover what sounded like an inane comment, he stammered, "Uh… I-I mean no vermin birds. Er, crows, or anything. You know. Aerial spies. No birds out looking for us."

    Finnegan lapsed into silence. Crows were the stealth spies of the vermin, they made virtually no noise and were hard to detect. The vermin must have given up searching this area for woodlanders. For now, at least.

  • OOC: I don't mean to be a bother, but I think you just took to much liberty with that last post. From what I have gathered, this new Redwall has a city around it, patrolled by vermin soldiers. It doesn't seem like you should just be able to run up to the Abbey, I would think you would have to sneak through the city first. As Boromir said, "one does not simply walk into Mordor."

  • OOC: yeah sorry I'll fix that
    I don't know about the city part
    and if there is a city that we have to get through then 4 of us shouldn't go, just 2

  • Dusk stalked behind the rest of the group, preferring to stick to the shadows. He watched them, waiting for the time when he would get to kill some vermin. Dusk was currently in his uniform, a black jacket over a black shirt, complete with black pants. On his shoulder was a specialized design, declaring that he was part of a Special Forces group. According to all standard military documents, he didn’t exist. Yet he was entrusted with a mission far more important than any other beast could guess …the assassination of the vermin leader in control of Redwall. It had been no accident that a highly trained, supposedly none existent assassin had ended up here. His orders had come from his direct superior, and he would NOT fail them. This sense of determination didn’t come from loyalty, or from any wish to free the abbey, it came from a more personal place. The vermin that was leading this force was the same one that ordered the execution of his family. Dusk had been there, hiding in the tree line by his town. He had watched as his family was slaughtered. Remembering the event hurt, and he self consciously moved his paw to his left breast-pocket. In it was a short list of all the vermin who had participated in the slaughter. Almost all of those names were crossed out, only one remained. He smiled a grim smile. Once that last name was crossed out, he could move past that unhappy event. He started following the others as they moved forward. They soon reached the edge of the forest and from the tree line; Dusk could see the small town that surrounded the famous Abbey.
    (OOC) I think we should go with Fowller’s idea as to what the town should look like and what’s in it, it’s pretty good. Also, there WILL be a town around Redwall. It will give us some more obsticels, and it will let us do a bit more sneaking.

  • Angel nodded toward the spider-bot and smiled briefly. "A nice little piece of technology." She said, "Let us hope she serves her purpose."

    Angel was silently pleased at the assortment of abilities that her comrades had. They were all very different personalities, but hopefully that would not hinder their mission any.

    To Shen's egotistical remark Angel allowed herself a smirk of a half-smile. "I see… With all due respect I was just bestowing upon you the universal title that all of the male gender should be able to accept as their own."

    "by the way who is leading this mission? I think it should be Me or Shen what do you guys think?"

    Angel turned around to face the otter who had just spoken. Zieliński replied after the others had finished conversing, "I was content in the knowledge that we were equals. Arguing over positions of power will lead to distrust and backstabbing…" Angel nodded her head curtly. "I see our mission as a failure if we do not succeed in becoming mutually understood by our teammates in our undertakings." She turned again, facing her back toward the departing party once more.

    "keep those two softies safe while we're gone!"

    The weasel maid smiled at the big hare as he winked at her. "I'll do that. Though they may not be as soft as you would think."


    As Shen walked over to his separate sleeping area, Angel let out an exhausted sigh, despite that fact that she felt as if she has accomplished nothing that day. Having neglected to set apart an area for herself to sleep in, Angel walked over to a stack of her belongings, separate from where the rest of their supplies were being kept. She grabbed an old sleeping bag (one that had obviously seen much use) from the pile. Pulling it over to a corner of the room, she spread it out and lowered herself on to it.

    Angel closed her eyes, thinking over the day's events. She found it hard to sleep that night. Still awake, Angel continued to re-situate herself in her make-shift bed.

  • Dastan grinned at McCullin,
    "My "little toy" can probably survive more than you can, all you have to do is chuck it over the wall and I'll do the rest.

    "keep those two softies safe while we're gone!"
    "I'll do that. Though they may not be as soft as you would think."

    He chuckled at that remark.
    "Why thank you miss Angel." He said grinning at her.
    He watched as the party left to scout out redwall, he played around on his laptop for a while, then he watched Angel leave the room, for bed. He yawned, and followed suit heading for his bed also.

  • The damp of the snow was slowly infiltrating Finnegan's camouflaged uniform. The hedgehog tried to ignore it as he lay under a bush, binoculars pressed hard against his eyes with gloved paws. The abbey had been a red smudge in Finnegan's vision, but with his sunglasses lifted to his forehead and his eyes glued to binoculars, he could almost make out every red stone in the walls.

    Finnegan felt a pang of longing for the old place. The Abbey had been his home, and now he was hiding from it. He wondered about the old abbot and his friends; how they were fairing in some woodlander refugee camp behind friendly lines. He could just imagine the elderly squirrel passing around cups of tea and cheering everybeast up.

    Diverting his gaze from the Abbey, Finnegan examined the town streets. Outposts had been hastily built along the main roads in and out of the town, and Finnegan was betting there would be mines and tank traps place strategically. Getting closer would be a difficult process. The approach of sunset would make things a lot easier.

    "There's a few outlying suburban homes. Quiet area, where richer beasts used to live. Doesn't seem guarded, most of the vermin are concentrated on main roads. I guess they're afraid of a tank corps rolling in. We can't be spotted in open ground, they can probably dispatch armour and airs upport onto us very quickly. Let's move in," Finnegan said. He felt a little odd giving the orders, but they needed to get scouting quickly, before they were noticed, or the vermin changed positions. The hedgehog was sure every beast already knew what he had to do. Slowly, stealthily, the hedgehog slunk down the hill, keeping to trees and rocks, shaking his headspikes of snow.

    Up ahead, Finnegan could make out the dark silhouettes off the sloping roofs of houses. The area they were approaching had been a quiet, friendly neighbourhood. It was now abandoned. The hedgehog spotted a bike lying discarded in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Some windows had been smashed, presumably during the attack. The windows were dark, however, and the street was quiet, lit only by flickering lamp posts. The scene was calm, but very eerie. There was a constant hint of danger. Finn felt his spikes prickle. He had not spotted any vermin in this area… yet.

  • (( I think, we'll shut down this RP for now, and maybe try restarting it someday later, but unless everyone can come back, we'll have to restart sometime. ))

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