Heroes: Jag, Zeke, Atobe Keigo, Dust and Balarai Snowe
Enemies: Men of the Mountain, and the Battle-Knights of Sphere
Troop Status
Supplies: Schmitzer SMGs, Armored Flak Vests, Deluxe Laywers’ suits, and briefcases full of legal documents.
Morale: In spite of their name, the Shark Pack is never too enthusiastic at facing wild animals on the battlefield. This is because it’s generally much harder to indict them in the court-room, though in extreme circumstances it can be done. Fortunately, it looks like you’ve put a stop to the wild beast attacks, at least for now.
Health: Unlike both the rest of this base and those animals, your own men are of course completely clean of all illegal substances.
Military Communiques
- You’re not quite sure what this important assignment is that the Commander has for you, but you’re not at all surprised that he’s putting you on the job. After all, you’ve proven time and again that Law Division is the top of the line. With you in charge, this assignment is as good as done.
- You received a classified dispatch today stating that there is solid information that Auxiliaries Lieutenant Zeke is still in possession of a top secret item from the R&D centre – namely, a metal cylinder, 10 inches long, 2 inches in diameter. No doubt this is either a drunken mistake, or the grubby Auxiliary plans to sell it on the open market. Either way, you’ve been issued a warrant to retrieve this item, through any legal means necessary.
Personal Notes
- There is legal turmoil at the Republic Front Base: the Prince of Stormwind has escaped! Although Special Forces investigators have been scrambling to determine how this severe breach of security may have occurred, so far nothing has been determined for certain. The time of the escape has been narrowed down to sometime from 10 to 16 hours ago, but beyond that, little is known. The legal paperwork surrounding this event is likely to keep you working through lunch for days to come.
- You’ve been on the phone non-stop with various Animal Rights activist groups. Naturally, they’re completely insensed over the Spheran use of innocent wild creatures as weapons of war. Fighting the Electran military is bad enough, but now those Spherans will have hordes of activists and protesters on their hands as well!
Mini-Objective
- Retrieve the top secret R&D project from Lieutenant Zeke.
- Act like you’re the one in charge of the special assignment on which you’re being dispatched.
Troop Status
Supplies: Heavy Field Mortars, 2 Remote Mines, Combat Daggers, ratched-up winter parkas and snowshoes, and a Dunebuggy that once belonged to Arch Hall Jr.. Outrageously, you seem to be missing a pair of winter parkas from your gear! Varin or Zeke’s men must have pilfered them during your Superbowl party, the ingrates.
Morale: It took you a 10 mark bribe to the chefs, but you managed to reserve a super-sized bucket of the Colonel’s coveted KFC for your boys. That and your continual Superbowl party has kept their spirits up, but it’s not liable to last much longer if their clothing keeps disappearing.
For the remainder of this Adventure, the Avalanche is at +1 Morale.
Health: The two men who lost their parkas are in a bit of danger of frost-bite, given the army’s impending march to the mountains in the north. Fats Dynamo, on the other hand, is in danger of a heart attack from all that greasy chicken. Or at least so you’re always quick to tell him.
Military Communiques
- You doubt that Auxiliaries high command cares one way or another whether Commander Kilant plans to follow his orders from the Senate. After all, they seem to have little enough control over Genghis Khan. As long as you’re not disobeying HIS orders, that’s all that matters.
Personal Notes
- Just this morning, you received some very troubling news indeed: Aeolus, Prince of Stormwind, has escaped! Special Forces investigators are scrambling to determine how this could have occurred, but so far nothing is known for certain. One thing is for sure in your mind though, either the Prince has friends in surprising places, or else you severely underestimated him...
- A bad storm blew over the base last night, making the ground slick with freezing rain. You even heard that the lightning took out some of the electrical equipment on the west side of the base. You’ve really got to get some parkas for those two guys before a storm like that catches you out in the open.
Mini-Objective
- Acquire winter clothing for your two men whose parkas have gone missing.
Troop Status
Supplies: Hacksaw Shotguns, Combat Helms, Steel Breastplates, Republic Sabres, brand new leather Wheel jackets, a shiny new motorbike, Zeke’s Tent of Horrors, a barrel of genuine White Lotus Lager, and a mysterious metal cylinder. Ominous theme music starts playing whenever you look at this latter object.
Morale: There isn’t much more terrifying then facing a giant IKYAK as it comes stomping and tromping down the mountain, especially without Kupp’s previous experience in dealing with it. As such, the boys are a little shaken, but you’re sure it’s nothing a little White Lotus can’t fix up.
Health: The storm last night was a little chilly, and you almost wish you’d bought one of those fire-barrels from Snowe yourself.
Military Communiques
- These new orders from Commander Kilant have you a little worried, not just for your life but for your paycheque. But then again, orders from Kilant are still bound to be more official than any coming from Auxiliaries high command.
Personal Notes
- You’re a little concerned about this so-called ‘special assignment’ the Commander has in store for you. As far as you’re concerned, ‘special’ sounds suspiciously like ‘suicide.’ You wouldn’t put it past the Electrans to use a crack Auxiliaries squadron like yours in just such a manner.
- Just this morning, you received some very troubling news indeed: Aeolus, Prince of Stormwind, has escaped! Special Forces investigators are scrambling to determine how this could have occurred, but so far nothing is known for certain. One thing is for sure in your mind though, either the Prince has friends in surprising places, or else you severely underestimated him...
- You have to admit, unfortunately White Lotus Lager has come off tasting pretty weak and vile. Of course, you don’t have to admit this to anyone but yourself, nor do you plan to. You managed to market a normal army tent as a popular horror attraction, surely you can sell this beer.
Mini-Objective
- Sell as much White Lotus Lager as possible.
Troop Status
Supplies: FLAME-THROWERS, Deluxe uniforms, kamikaze headbands, several exploding “tennis balls” and still no tent.
Morale: The accusations of illegal drug use in their midst has done little to improve Seigaku’s morale. In fact, they’re afraid that any moment now the Law Division will come storming in and haul them off to the brig Rumors (started by you) that Sgt. Stenda’s food has been ‘poisoning’ them hasn’t helped much either.
For the remainder of this Adventure, Seigaku is at –1 Morale.
Health: There was a bad storm last night, with thunder, lightning and freezing rain. Sadly, Seigaku’s makeshift awning of sewn-up trenchcoats was woefully ineffective, and your troops are seriously suffering from the effects of the frigid night.
For the remainder of this Adventure, Seigaku is at –1 Condition.
Military Communiques
- You’re quite thrilled to have been selected by Commander Kilant for the upcoming ‘special assignment.’ What’s more, the rest of these ingrates should be highly honoured for the chance to serve under you. You’re sure that with you in charge of this mission, it cannot fail to bring honour to the noble Atobe name.
Personal Notes
- Just this morning, you heard word that Prince Aeolus of Stormwind has escaped. You’re not quite sure what to make of this event, and more importantly, whether you can find some way to blame Jag and his lawyers for it. Their legal finangling can win a tennis match, but it doesn't seem capable of keeping the Prince behind bars.
Mini-Objective
- Find a way to restore the spirits of your heavily demoralized troops.
- Act like you’re the one in charge of the special assignment on which you’re being dispatched.
Troop Status
Supplies: SIR Rifles, Deluxe Scout Uniforms, and a Spheran ‘Highwind’ Light Infantry Rifle. Sadly, Snowe and his men insisted on taking the Football Cup, claiming it as Fats Dynamo’s ‘beer mug.’
Morale: There was a bad storm last night, and needless to say, the Boyo Scouts are scared silly of thunder and lightning. Not to mention the fact that they’ll likely be having nightmares about that wild IKYAK for days to come.
Health: O’Malley has a bloody nose from fumbling a potato catch. Raw potatos can really hurt, you know. Other than that, as usual, the only real injuries are your own, involving an impromptu meeting between your bicep and a medical syringe. That’s certainly the last time you do Atobe Keigo any favors!!
Military Communiques
- Major-General Byrne-White is in quite a flap over Kilant’s intention to disregard his orders from the Senate. You can’t imagine it’s good for his heart to be so worked up, he really should calm himself.
Personal Notes
- Finally, you’d managed to acquire the parts you need to refit your DRMkIII, and you’ve been working on it non-stop for the past day. And now, at long last, it’s ready to go, and you’ve got the firepower to take the Spherans on your own terms.
Your DRMkIII now uses SIR-caliber ammo and inflicts 3d8 damage.
Now, make a x3 Dex check to determine the quality of your work. Should you fail, your gun has a 10% chance of jamming with every shot. If you succeed, it is perfectly functional and ready for action.
W- ord is out around the base that the Prince of Stormwind has escaped. And after all the trouble you went through to capture him too! It just goes to show that for all their talk, those Special Forces can’t even run their own base propely.
- You’re not quite sure what to think of Commander Kilant and his intention to disregard the Senate’s orders. On the one hand, you have no particular loyalty to the aristocratic Electran Senate. On the other, you have no intention of seeing good Denchulli boyos die in some crazy Special Forces mission that goes against orders. It’s their plan, so they can be the ones to take the hits.
Mini-Objective
- Ensure that the Boyo Scouts take no casualties in any upcoming battles.
Smithie
Race: Electran
Rank: Captain(?)
Affiliation: Unknown
Meeting the so-called Mr. Smith - or 'Captain' Smith as he prefers to be called - for the first time, one might be inclined to declare him the worst pirate they've ever seen. He wears a long dark seaman's overcoat, a red sash and bandana, and his stark-white hair spills out from beneath his black three-cornered hat in several long, tangled braids, and his white beard is similarly braided. Encountered for the first time as a maroon deep in the Velguara mountains, Smithie remains a man of dubious allegiance and background about whom much is speculated and little is certain.