Kat waited at the rim of the Cauldrons bubbling caldera, checking and rechecking her gear. Beam tube? Check. Extra Power packs? Check. Canteen, Backpack, Rations, and other assorted equipment? Check. She took a sip of water from her canteen before stowing it back where it belonged; then, she gazed deeply into the roiling glowing orange lava down in the volcano.
It had been months in the making, but the war finally broke out. The tribes sworn to the Cauldron and, by proxy, her, report incursions onto their land and raids into their villages. Blood and death crawl across Rattatak again, not that it's any different from any other time in the planet's history. Still, many Rattataki look to her as a Warlord, as someone to listen to and follow. She wouldn't let them down. Kat never thought of herself as a warrior. She loved a good fight, but she was a builder first. She wanted to build cities, not conquer peoples.
And yet, here she was. She sighed and turned away from the caldera just as her team arrived to greet her. It had been some time since she had seen these women. First, her friend Lore, next, the mercenaries, Ursa, and her mother, who Kat later learned were named Zanna. "It's been some time, friends! It's good that you gave me those communications codes; otherwise, I'm not sure we would have ever met again!" Kat smiled grimly. More figures streamed onto the rim, most of them Rattataki, until one hundred men and women were arrayed before Kat.
"Alright, my friends, it's war. We've got a critical job to do. Our enemies encroach on our land and people, and our mission is to plant false trails. We want to lead them away from our villages, blind their scouts, and turn them from our armies. We need to confuse them so that they route without a fight when battle is begun. The only question is, how do we do this? We have the homeland advantage; the terrain is ours. Any ideas?" Kat asked, speaking loudly. She was not experienced enough to make these kinds of decisions without input from others; she knew that. Regardless, any who thought her weak would get a thorough lesson on why she was the Warlord, not them.
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It had been months in the making, but the war finally broke out. The tribes sworn to the Cauldron and, by proxy, her, report incursions onto their land and raids into their villages. Blood and death crawl across Rattatak again, not that it's any different from any other time in the planet's history. Still, many Rattataki look to her as a Warlord, as someone to listen to and follow. She wouldn't let them down. Kat never thought of herself as a warrior. She loved a good fight, but she was a builder first. She wanted to build cities, not conquer peoples.
And yet, here she was. She sighed and turned away from the caldera just as her team arrived to greet her. It had been some time since she had seen these women. First, her friend Lore, next, the mercenaries, Ursa, and her mother, who Kat later learned were named Zanna. "It's been some time, friends! It's good that you gave me those communications codes; otherwise, I'm not sure we would have ever met again!" Kat smiled grimly. More figures streamed onto the rim, most of them Rattataki, until one hundred men and women were arrayed before Kat.
"Alright, my friends, it's war. We've got a critical job to do. Our enemies encroach on our land and people, and our mission is to plant false trails. We want to lead them away from our villages, blind their scouts, and turn them from our armies. We need to confuse them so that they route without a fight when battle is begun. The only question is, how do we do this? We have the homeland advantage; the terrain is ours. Any ideas?" Kat asked, speaking loudly. She was not experienced enough to make these kinds of decisions without input from others; she knew that. Regardless, any who thought her weak would get a thorough lesson on why she was the Warlord, not them.
@Reylo4evr