The news of the dragons attack on the South of the Thundercliff Peaks weighed heavy on the constellation; much respect was afforded to professor Ledore Jiselle for his work with N-body orbital solutions, and many times in his career he was extended invitation to join the convergence. His refusal was unfortunate, but his death at the hands of those that sought to exploit the carnage wrought by the dragon for profit was entirely deplorable. The thought now was that at the very least, some of his work could be preserved; if of course some of his notes could be recovered.
"You were an obvious choice" voxed one of her body guards for the fourth time at least "Ideally, the notes could be recovered and we could be off in hours; Your skills suit the task"
Truth of course, it still felt like punishment.The mission was glorified courier service, and any number of Optifex from the inner cult could have done the job just as well. Sending one of the few warcasters goaded confrontation almost as much as it protected against it. That much had been proven true in the earlier confrontation against the trolls
"Lets just get it done." replied Arurora, thrumming her displacement field to maximum power and making acceleration towards the mansion. Six angels fell in line behind her,
And of course, the Cyriss damned trolls had licked their wounds, and come back for a second pass. Reeking of fungal beer, and even setting a trap of some sort. Arrayed in the field just outside the mansion were three large piles of what looked like scrap metals collected from felled warjacks; Most of which was polished to a high shine in either an attempt to draw attention to the treasure, or some ritualistic trophy collecting habit.
The Troll lines surged forward, hungry for revenge.
The field froze for everyone momentarily. Gatormen set in melee against the heavy convergence warmachines, Perforators calculating carefully optimal approach vectors against the troll gunners, Angels setting flanks against the trollblood forces, and the diffuser setting targets and calculating trajectories at the behest of aurora. Someone with more experience would have known immediately something was wrong, aurora had no such glut of experience. To her, the moment was right, and the troll caster had handed her another Epsilon equilibrium. He wanted revenge, she wanted to be done with her assignment, and the opportunity to vent flesh like frustration appealed to her subconsciously.
With a carefully timed apparition move, she disengaged her battlegroup, called out to them with her will, and smiled as the luchinem fluid poured out over the enemy caster and his minions. She called her second jack back and send him towards the enemy caster, hoping now to find her checkmate and move on from this all.
she overcharged her displacer drive and lunged at the enemy warcaster, only after she had commit to the manoeuvre did she realise that the troll bastard had been laying down suppressive fire, keeping her clockwork angels from closing the game themselves. What moments ago was a checkmate condition, suddenly unravelled into a clever trap. She was committed to a melee against a hostile caster and one of his larger underlings, with only a cipher behind her for support. The only way it could lend its utility to he fight would be by first trampling her under its many tons.
Haha, Guillame fed me another assassination this game by misjudging my threat range, and then when I went for it, I forgot to flank with the angels! Fun game, lesson learned :P