[NB] Checkpoint Uxmal

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Beatrix III was the point woman in the operation. On this night, she was about as lucid as anyone could be, with her feet barely brushing the uneven, uprooted terrain of the nearly deconstructed checkpoint.

Aside from the walls, there was only one building that still had four walls and a roof, and the blood mage knew that her target was in that structure. Over the last few hours, she’d seen a handful of villagers pop in and out of the oversized shack to receive instructions from someone.

“Let’s meet,” Beatrix whispered as she waited for an opportunity when a village was exiting the ‘command structure.’ Gliding in beneath the veil of concealment, she slunk immediately into the dark shadows of the unlight room. On the far wall, a hulking figure stood silently—the air around him seeming to buzz and writhe in some unnatural manner.

No, not the air… It was insects of some kind. The metal warrior was haloed by what looked and sounded like plague locusts. Necromancer? An image of the Warren witch flashed into Beatrix’s mind, but she quickly dispelled fonder memories of Zamara as she slunk into range and leveled her wrist-mounted crossbow with the target. The bolt was inlaid with katchin, so unless she was staring at some type of demigod, they weren’t going to appreciate her stinger.

Beatrix was within a hair’s length of executing the firing mechanism when a hand slapped into her elbow, and the bolt whizzed up through the roof of the shed.

“We’ll meet again under more enjoyable circumstances,” the marine’s disembodied voice replied through a voice box as two more assassins materialized to jump the redhead.

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Uncloaked at the sound of the scuffle, Civil Unrest drew their weapons and leveled them with the villagers, who all reacted with the shock and awe that the Miniskirts had anticipated.

“Just drop the weapons,” Mirage—likely the only person who should be attempting negotiations in the mishmash assortment of fighters—declared as he stepped forward and aimed his sidearm at the sky.

“It’s what he said would happen,” a village whispered.

“Yes, the defilers.”

Mirage scowled. “The whats?”

“We have been gifted an opportunity for vengeance on our ancestral lands!” An Uxmal villager shrieked as he came rushing at the formation of Miniskirts. All around the checkpoint, the villagers let out roars and charged the nearest soldier in blue. The villager who had been yelling at a still flabbergasted Mirage got halfway to the man before when a bolt of ki tore open his chest.

Unlike the refugees at Ishatar, these villagers seemed to ooze rage, even if they still weren’t equipped to deal with the Miniskirts. Unlike at Uxmal, a n assortment of assassins popped up, but even that didn’t catch Mirage’s eye.

No, it was the one little villager rushing over what looked like a partially collapsed observation deck. The young man stumbled and dropped to the ground and started digging for something as the trickster, weapon at the ready, raced forward.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to quit it!” Mirage shouted as he fired into the dirt around the man, who yelped as he held up a detonator in his hand. “Drop it!”

“Never!” The villager’s thumb twitched, and Mirage pulled the trigger—a round that crashed into the shoulder of the manic young man. Whether it was adrenaline, rage, fear, or some heady tandem of all three, the village managed to thumb the switch as he toppled over.

“Oh shit!” Mirage recoiled, and while the observation deck did erupt, it was seemingly a small, very controlled-looking explosion reduce the section of wall to a literal pyre of smoke and flames. “That’s it? Something about this is wrong…”

Mirage heard the whistling high in the air, and his eyes slowly moved to the west, where the hail of mortars were now making landfall in the checkpoints. “Fall back! It’s a trap!”

Beatrix used 1 application of Focus.
“Civil Unrest” suffers 70 losses.

Smelly Marine uses 1 application of Focus.
“Smells like Nurgle Spirit” suffers 15 losses and gives up the square to the Miniskirt Armada.

The (Uxmal) villages suffered about 90 losses and scattered.

The checkpoint is under fire from a nearby Babylonian defensive structure and will be effectively rendered useless afterwards.
 
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