My Wife’s Caledonians

Hello Everyone!


Since I have had a long time where I couldn’t write much for my ongoing Story, yet had some time to do some Hobby stuff, I always thought it sad that I didn’t have any good place to show it off… I now created the Hobby Area on this my Blog, where I will now show off all sorts of Hobby related stuff from within and outside of the Infinity Universe!

Since I recently had a request to show off some of my miniatures up close, I thought I might as well start doing so, and where best to start than with the poor souls that keep getting beat up in most of my battle reports and stories….my wife’s Caledonians!

Now as some of you might know my wife plays the Caledonians in my battlereports, but since she has loads of other hobbies as well, and I am happy enough as is that she is actually playing Infinity with me, I took the liberty of collecting and painting the miniatures she uses, cause she’d never get around to painting them herself.

So all the miniatures you will see now have been assembled and painted by me…which explains the poor painting quality ;-P Try as I want to, I’m just not that good at painting at Infinity scale, and up close the miniatures really show my poor techniques…but oh well, I can live with that I guess, at least they look nice from a distance and allow for some pretty pictures 🙂

Traktor Muls:


William Wallace & 45th Highlander Rifles:


Caledonian Volunteers Corps:


1st Highlanders S.A.S & Uxia Cherry McNeill:


McMurrough & Cameronian:


112, Emergency Service:




Volunteer Inter Isobelle McGregor:


Highlander Cateran:


95h WULVER Grenadiers:


Caledonian Mormaer:


3rd Highlander Grey Rifles:


DOZERS, Field Engineer:


As you can see I mixed some of the colour schemes for the kilts…which most likely was a bad idea for the story, but back when I painted most of them the story didn’t even exist yet…so I hope any scottish kilt experts will excuse my lack of knowledge should I end up giving characters in the story last names that don’t match up with the traditional family names that their kilts would represent….

I would also love to add more to these Caledonians, but for the longest time my wife has forbidden me to do so *lol* and it was only recently when I saw the new artwork of some of the upcomming Caledonian figures that I managed to convince her that I’ll be getting some of them ^^ so look forward to seeing some additions to her selection sooner rather than later…in fact I already have a particularily interesting one just sitting on my table, waiting for it’s time to get painted ^^

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little look at my Caledonian Miniatures, see you next time!


Chapter 1.15 Lucky Days


I’m not saying a damn thing to you damn ChingChongs!” *Sound of Spit being sucked in and then hitting the ground* 

What the…what did he just say? I’m gonna…” *Sound of swift movement, followed by heavy grunting and panting* “Let me go damn you! I’m gonna gift that bugger a new face before we turn him into a…

Enough! He will give us information first, if you “gift” him with a new face now, I doubt he’ll be able to do so any longer..” *sound of more strained grunting* “But Fu Bao, that idiot knows nothing anyways, we might as well get it over with now!

I said enough Sheng Jing! You will get your opportunity when it’s your time…but for now leave the room please.” *More sounds of strain, then a longer grunt, followed by footsteps slowly moving away, followed by a door sliding open and closed*

Phew…..well, now that that’s taken care off….Mr…Mac Dougal…you claim you won’t tell us “a damn thing”….are you really sure about that? You DO understand that you are in the hands of the Yu Jing Imperial State Service right? Our reputation should preceed us even in areas as remote as Caledonia, we have made sure of that..

H…ha….ha…Imperial Sta…State Service…yeah right…who gives a crap about that? I have heard of you, but that’s all just ChingChong Propaganda! All Talk and no bite! And I know bite when I see it, I have fought alongside Cameronians! You don’t…scare me!

I see….well I’m sorry to hear that, I always prefer for things to go smoothly and without too much hassle…but if this is how you think, I guess we’ll go straight to business….please let me introduce you to your new best friend for the next few hours….Penyou…if you’d be so nice?” *sound of two people walking inside the room*

Sure thing Fu Bao, you can leave this one to me….” *Sound of footsteps, slowly moving away, followed by a door sliding open and closed* “Sooo…hello there little fellow…I’m Tomo Penyou…you can call me Tomo if you want to….when you do howe...”

Bwahahaha Tooooomo……Tooooomo….are you kidding me? What kind of stupid ChingChong Name is that? Aren’t you supposed to be intimidate..PFWUAH!“*sound of heavy impact followed by sound of two small objects bouncing off the floor*

DID I ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK YET YOU FOUL PIECE OF CRAP? AND YOU EVEN DARE TO INTERRUPT ME!???” *Sound of more impacts, followed by sound of a few more small objects bouncing of the floor, as well as liquid dropping on the floor*

*Sound of coughing* “Ehem….where was I? Oh right…You can call me Tomo-chan, but when you do, I expect it to be in answer to my Question…anything else, and I’ll explain you how this works…AGAIN…..understood? Sooo…..why are you Caledonians here in the Neon Dragon….?

Pfwuck chou shlitpfle pitch!” *sound of more liquid dropping on the floor* “Chi wonkt te…” *sound of more heavy impacts*


With an amused smirk on my face I paused the Audio Recording of our Caledonian Prisoner’s Interrogation. Looking down at the written report that had accompanied the Audio file it seemed like the remaining 7 hours and 32 minutes of the Recording had yielded quite a bit of Information.

It seemed like the punky looking Pheasant Agent that I had met the other day had quite the talent for interrogations like this, and unlike the Spec Ops that I had also offered the job to, she was eager to have a talk with the Caledonian the moment she heard about the opportunity.

As I skimmed the report I had to shake my head in disbelieve. Apparently most of the Caledonian Operations in the area had been part of some oddball plan to secure a vast amount of Caledonian Whiskey that had recently been Confiscated by the local Magistrate of Trade. The Caledonians had apparently tried to ship it off to some sort of Caledonian Arsenal Ship near the Wotan Gate, most likely to raise troop morale or something. Problem was, the Atek Caledonians had forgotten to properly fill out the correct shipping documents, and clearing the “mistake” would have taken at least a few weeks of paperwork

Apparently a guy nicknamed “Mac Doc” had been very pissed about the delay though, and had ordered the local Caledonian group we had been dealing with recently to “Deal with it”. Why they choose to do so in such an odd way was beyond me, I’m sure it was supposed to somehow lead to them retrieving the Whiskey in the end, but apparently our interference with their plan had lead them astray quite a bit.

Anyways, flicking the report off my holo screen I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling of the command room for a few seconds. With the Caledonian Secret Base in the area flushed out and quite a few of their brutes taken care off, things would surely calm down in the next few weeks, and maybe I’d finally get some time to get used to this whole new situation.

Just as I was about to reminiscence about my time in The Neon Dragon so far, my wrist Holo Band suddenly started blinking blue. I couldn’t remember assigning blue as a colour for a caller yet, so it was with some confusion that I accepted the incoming call.

As I pressed the blue blinking light a holo image of a quite angry looking Yuki appeared in front of me, remnants of ruined trainings bots and scorched Tatami flooring in the background “Where the heck are you O-san??? I’ve been waiting for you for a whole day!!!

Confused I bent a little forward to be closer to the Holo Image and replied “But…didn’t I tell you to return home after training a bit more??

One of Yuki’s Eyebrows started twitching uncontrollably apparently in rage, a strange sight on an Automatas face for sure. “I did! But you didn’t give me access rights for the door you stupid old man! What was I to do? Blow the door open, compromising the safety of the one place I’m actually supposed to guard in your absence? So….I returned to that Dojo thing to kill some time until you’d return…but you didn’t! And now all the Trainings Dummies are broken and I have nothing more to do!

Realizing what time it was, and that I had actually spent over 24 hours at the Neon-jo without going home, I just bowed in apology to Yuki’s Holo Image and quickly added, one hand held sideways in front of me “Gomen Gomen…I’m on my way now, wait for me outside of the apartment, I should be there in about 15 minutes…” and quickly pressed the button to end the conversation, before Yuki had time for another fit of rage.

Grabbing my Coat from the hanger next to the Command rooms door, I quickly dashed home, ending another day of work in The Neon Dragon….


In the weeks to come things did indeed calm down a little. Crimes remained on the level of drunken Nomads Crews or unsatisfied Haqqislam Traders unhappy with the services of their hired escort ladies, nothing that required any real operation. I finally got around to talking to some of my agents as well, which I shall elaborate on at some other time, and it turned out that I had inherited quite a good collection of subordinates indeed.

I even ended up establishing a sparring plan with the Crane Agent woman that had almost tried to kill me the other day, her name being Wei Rui by the way, and also found a solution for the problem of Yuki’s “free time”.

She obviously received the entrance code to my apartment so that she’d not end up trashing the Dojo again, and I allowed her to leave the apartment during my absence and explore the surrounding areas, claiming that “reconnaissance” and secretly establishing a psychological profile of the people around us would be an important part of her protection job….which apparently resulted in some local ghost stories about a freaky snow ghost woman wandering through the town in the middle of the night, asking people if they where evil, and apparently beating them to a pulp should they be foolish enough to answer “yes” or be rude to her…

So things seemed to be running quite well, and as I sat down on the bench opposite to the little bakery I had started to visit regularly once again one day, I actually started fearing that I had ended up in a boring position with nothing to do besides minor infractions and the odd crackdown on some drug smugglers…..not exactly the things I had had in mind when the Emperor sent me to The Neon Dragon to improve myself….maybe it had been punishment after all…I had heard that the Zhurong Powerplant on Flamia island had somehow, despite our efforts, ended up in Nomad hands, and that we had to pay extraordinary prices to keep operational control over it….

Just as I was about to ponder on that terrible possibility some more though, I could hear a familiar voice that I hadn’t heard for all those weeks from right behind me. “Gratulations General! You are a lucky man indeed!

Confused I turned around to see the Dragon Lady Miyu Onigokko sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the tree, smirking at me with some hidden meaning that I couldn’t figure out at all “What do you mean? I didn’t…” PLINK came a sound from my holo wristband that indicated an important message of sorts and interrupted me.

Quickly I tapped the button and was stunned to see the message seal of the Jade Palace in the form of a coiling moving Jade Dragon pop up from my Holo Display. Knowing that I couldn’t open such an important message in public I shut down the holo display and rose my head up towards the Dragon Lady and uttered a stunned “What did you?“…but she was no longer there.

The Neon Dragon Story Segment 1 END


Chapter 1.14: Battle Report 6: Best Prices Paid

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As the Neon Lights of the City turned on one after the other, turning the surrounding streets into a nimbus of colours and schemes, my strike team and I were just about to reach the outer areas of the Onxy Tiger subterranean shopping centre known as “Wong’s Best Prices”.

Not exactly a glamorous name, and not exactly the best area of the City either, but considering that we were expecting the Caledonian base to be something along the line of a secret underground base hidden somewhere behind some narrow maintenance corridor, realizing that their hideout was actually in a brightly lit shopping centre which even was accessible by cars, was kind of a nice surprise.

Apparently the access hatches we had uncovered eventually lead here, serving as some sort of emergency rescue corridors for the underground facilities, and the Caledonian Scoundrel had just been using them to secretly sneak around the areas above.

The Caledonian “Base of operation” also turned out to be little more than a block of buildings taken over by the thugs, but our infiltrator suggested that they were actually packing some heavy firepower in there, so careful approach was required.

As we came closer a short data burst arrived over the battle network and the image of an animated racoon wearing a scarf and a huge sake gourd on its back suddenly flashed up on my helmet display. Striking a dramatic pose with one hand stretched out and one behind the head the Racoon started to shake his head sideways and stomp down with one of his feet in front of him, while proclaiming “Yooooooo Taichoooooo!!! …” the part was followed by a “Dudunkun” drum sound “Beware there are some S.A.S Infiltrators lying in ambush, apparently they know we’re coming…”. Once this short message was delivered the Racoon stood upright, made a ninja hand gesture in front of him, and disappeared into a cloud of smoke with a nod, finally leaving me with a clear helmet display again.

I’d most likely never fully understand how Kabuki Queen’s mind worked, but at least she was good at her job, and it was fun to be around her, even if it was sometimes hard to know whether you actually where around her or not.

IMG_20161005_191207.jpgISS Army.jpgIMG_20161005_191240.jpgIMG_20161005_191430.jpgCaledonian ArmyIMG_20161005_191342.jpgIMG_20161005_191352.jpg Warned about the ambush I quickly sent Kanren Umibozu ahead to pinpoint the location of the ambush, and then took position on a nearby building that allowed for a good view of the surrounding area, including parts of the Caledonian base. “Lotus Justice” took position right next to me, and Father Anderson was covering the approach to my right with his deadly Viral Rifle.

The main body of my strike team, a formation of the two newly arrived Crane Agents and 3 Celestial Guards, where positioned behind the building I was covering to allow for quick deployment where needed.

As the first Caledonian soldiers came into view, I gave the sign to start the operation, and on my mark a smoke grenade from one of the celestial guards popped open right in front of me, covering my whole rooftop in a smoke screen.

Instantly my field of view changed a little as the Multi Spectral Visor of my Hsien Armour took over and compensated for the smoke, allowing me a clear view right through the smoke and at the enemies behind it.

The moment my smoke screen rose up some sort of automated alarm arose from the Caledonian base, and a archaic looking rocket platform that had previously been hidden behind a cardboard box sprung to live, shedding its cardboard skin and scanning the surrounding area for targets for its deadly payload.

Not too keen of the idea of fighting a mobile rocket launcher platform I still decided that I was in the best position to take care of it, and thus I aimed my hand crafted heavy machine gun at the thing and opened up fire through the smoke.

Apparently the sensors of the rocket platform where too weak to penetrate my smoke screen even though I fired right through it, and so a measly attempt of the thing to move back a little in hopes of avoiding some of the slugs coming its way was all it could do before it got shredded to pieces by the storm of my bullets.


Opening up the internal communication channels I messaged a quick “Beware, enemy automated weapon platforms spotted…..”


I swear it ladies, that’s exactly how it happened! There I was, standing on this god forsaken rooftop in the middle of some run down shopping mall called “Wangs wobbly Wiener” or something like that. And just as I was down on my knees, praying together with my Holo Echoes for the Lord to cleanse this filthy place…..what? Why with the Holo Echoes you ask? Obviously the more pray the better right? Don’t be stupid, of course that matters! But let me continue on damn it, and bring me another glass of Champaign, my throat is getting sore…”

Aaah…that’s better, now where was I? Oh right, praying to the Lord to cleanse the filthy bunghole that was that place. So right after I prayed and stood back up, making the sign of the cross on my chest, I notice some strange movement right on the other side of the street where the communication array and the boxes of orange juice had been standing…..only the boxes of Orange Juice where gone! And instead of them there was this big metallic Atek looking thing now, scanning the surroundings with a red laser beam. And what did it have on its back? A bunch of bloody rockets!!”

So as I instantly duck down into cover and aimed my trusty little rifle “Judgement” at the thing, my com suddenly bursts into action and the Commander warns us of some sort of automated weapon platform…..a little too fucking late I think to myself as I aim down my sight at the thing. But then, just as I was about to squeeze the trigger and pepper the thing with sweet sweet Justice, everything suddenly turns red! The damned thing had pointed its laser scanner at my sight and had blinded me!! “

Now you know, every other fucker out there with less experience than me would have cowered down in panic right then and there, but not me you know, I’ve fought blinded more often than most of those Caledonian dogs that day had ever fought in their entire life! So I just shut my eye and looked through the sight with my other eye, but I was too late!! The last thing I saw that day was a large puff of smoke as the thing shoot a salvo of rockets my way, and I shit you not, one of that damn things exploded right in my damn face, knocking me unconscious!”

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M FULL OF SHIT? I’m telling you that’s how I got this scar right there; I took a bloody rocket to the face! And I live to tell the tale, the Lord’s my witness! What? Yeah sure you can touch it, but only if I can touch yours as well! Mwahaha!”

Excerpt from Chapter 2.5 “Father Anderson, Legend or Liar” of “Drunk and Delirious, Bar Stories from The Neon Dragon”, recorded by Chu Bu Ju for Maya Net.

A moment after I sent my warning I could see the rooftop next to me turn into a giant fireball, as one of the automated rocket platforms apparently found Father Anderson and peppered his position with rockets.


Pretty sure that even that tough son of a gun wouldn’t be able to stay operational after a salvo like that I quickly opened Coms again “Strike Team, Anderson has been taken out, please proceed to flank the weapon platform with utmost care and then advance for the left flank.”

A short “Roger that” confirmed my order, and a moment later I could see the squad advance from behind the building, and the Crane Agent with the Spitfire open up fire at the Rocket pod across the street.

A series of metallic screeches sounded the apparent success of the Crane Agent in taking down the thing, and with a nod towards my position, the Strike team advanced forward towards the left flank.


As they came around a huge planter the strike team suddenly stood right in front of a 5 man team of Caledonian Volunteers, led by a Highlander Grey and accompanied by some sort of redheaded girl with what looked like a primitive hacking device below her feet.


Without hesitation the Crane Agent let his Spitfire do the talking once more, and during a prolonged fire fight, he mowed down all 5 of them, as well as a S.A.S agent that had revealed himself at some point during the fire right in an attempt to ambush the Crane Agent.


At this point the Caledonians finally managed to assemble something that resembled a counter attack, and driven by the thirst for vengeance for their fallen comrades, and the smell of blood in the air, two Cameronians and a 45 Highlander suddenly popped in the open right across the street.

Apparently the creatures hadn’t seen me taking out their rocket platform as both of them instantly started throwing smoke grenades in their path. I let them both pay for their stupidity by ripping one apart with my HMG, and heavily wounding the other one, my Multi Spectral Visor once again allowing me to see right through their smoke grenades.


Since “Lotus Justice” didn’t have a Multi Spectral Visor she wasn’t as lucky and her shoots didn’t manage to connect to any of them, but her suppression fire still managed to severely restrict the movements of the wounded Cameronian.

The 45th Highlander that had also popped up in my field of view was smarter than his Cameronian counterparts, which isn’t hard when compared to half human half dog creatures, and managed to dodge behind a nearby building, apparently searching for an entrance to reach Kabuki Queen, who was hiding inside of said building.


Apparently the Caledonian commander had had enough of me mowing down his troops, and a Cateran revealed himself on a roof of the Caledonian hideout, opening up fire on me with his T2 Sniper rifle from just outside of my Suppression fire range. Knowing of the deadly potential of these weapons I quickly went prone behind my cover as a bullet luckily bounced off my armour…the Emperors present already showing it’s priceless worth!

With me out of the picture for now, the Caledonians grew bolder again, and the wounded Cameronian circled the little fast food stall that Kabuki Queen was hiding in, in an attempt to crawl through the window to get to her, but he apparently hadn’t thought about “Lotus Justice”, who now took the opportunity of a smoke free shot to finish off the wounded Cameronian!


Giving up on Kabuki Queen the Highlander then proceeded to throw a smoke Grenade on the street, and the enemy commander, a female Moramaer, used this to advance towards a favourable firing position, ignoring the bullets of “Lotus Justice” that where bouncing uselessly off her heavy armour plates.


While his commander advanced, a Caledonian Engineer took the opportunity to advance towards the Rocket Platform that had previously taken out Father Anderson, and with a few routine movements and a lot of luck, he managed to repair the bullet riddled thing back into operation, the search laser glowing back into action and instantly scanning its surroundings.


With the initiative back in our hands I instantly took the opportunity to shoot at the enemy commander, fully aware that his weapon was more than capable of wounding me, but unwilling to let go of this opportunity to put a quick end to this battle.

The ensuing fire fight was a rough one as countless bullets came flying in both directions, my superior position giving me the advantage in the offense, but the Moramaers heavy armour making her almost impervious to my bullets. After a while however the superior amount of firepower and the better position won the fire fight in my favour as the enemy commander first took a wound in the arm, and as she stumbled yet another one straight to the neck, right in between her helmet and chest plate.


Slowly getting surrounded on all sides and with their commander taken out, the Caledonians decided that it was time to fight another day, and as one of the S.A.S whisked away the body of her Commander, they retreated from the battlefield, leaving their base behind, my agents hot on their heels.


Most of them got away, their superior knowledge of the area allowing them to vanish, but not all of them where so lucky….


Damn my commander for forcing me out here into the open with nothing but a Traktor Mul to protect me… ;-( “

It’s your duty Jeoffrey, don’t be an arse.”

What do you mean it’s my duty? I’m an Engineer, I fix things, not shoot them, if I had wanted to shoot stuff I would have become a Moramaer…”

You’re a Combat Engineer, Combat, you know, the thing where you shoot others?”

Oh screw you Bourne, you know full well that there are no normal Engineering positions to be had around here, who would want a Caledonian Engineer in The Neon Dragon? They’d just laugh at me and walk away with their Holo shit and Cyber Yadayada..”

Tough life man, now shut the fuck up and do your job, shouldn’t you be guarding the area instead of writing here? You know them Asians, all Ninjas and shit…”

Yeah right…Ninjas…as if. Wait a sec, something is not right with the Traktor Mul…”

Everything alright there?”

Yeah don’t worry man, the power supply just seems to have gone out again, guess it got hit harder than I thought…just wait a sec…”


Haaa haaa, very funny Bourne, would you stop the crap? I’m kind of busy here you know!”

What are you even talking about you fool?”

That dancing Racoon that just appeared on my system diagnostics screen, very funny, now cut the crap and let me work, if that thing isn’t working I’m fucked when one of them Asians come around…”


Bourne? Come on now, stop it! I’m serious!”





Bourne is not here anymore…”

What the….who are you?”


Saved internal Chat protocol of Caledonian Prisoner Jeoffrey Mc Dougal before his apprehension by Agent Codename “Kabuki Queen”.


Sorry Everyone for the extremely long break between my last story and this Battle Report. During the last month of my wive’s pregnancy and in the months afterwards I simply wasn’t in the mood to calmly sit down and prepare the pictures for the story I had already written…and I didn’t want to force myself either, so this one was sitting on the bench for like half a year! (Crazy how quickly time flies by when you have two small children!)

Now that I am starting to get some hobby time again, and am finally back in the mood to actually use it to play games, I decided that it was time to reactivate my Blog and get things rolling again, so hopefully you will see more happening here soon, even though it’ll most likely be at a slower pace than before….unless my Operation Wotan Hype gets too big and I start going crazy with games again ;-P

Sorry if some of the texts can’t be read properly, I still need to relearn some of the things I did before my half year break…I hope my quality will rise soon!

A little sidenote from way back when I wrote this report:

Out battle got cut short a bit by my son parking a bunch of cars on the table and having to go to bed, so it ended a little bit earlier than it could have, but the winner was pretty clear at this point anyways, my wife having heavily underestimated the brutal firepower of both my Hsien Agent and my Crane Link Team.

I hope you liked the new style of battle report with the short extra stories from the perspective of other participants of the battle, I had a lot of fun writing them for sure 😉

Every Little War Review Part 2: Yu Jing Holo Echoes

Hello Everyone!

This is part 2 of my Review of the new Silhouettes from Every Little War ( )., and I am taking a look at the Yu Jing Holo Echoes that where sent to me!

Since my last Review they have put up their Silhouettes on their Website as well, so for everyone interested you can take a look at them right here:

The package I got didn’t include Father Sforza since he’s actually a mercenary, but after checking on their website I have seen that they now have added him to the Set as well, so if you should order the complete set, you should have him included as well. Sadly though this means that I can’t show you any personal Images of him here, since I don’t have him.

Once again let it be mentioned that Every Little War produces in and ships from America, and that all Silhouettes mentioned in my Review where created by Osman Naskali.

As you can see on their website they now also offer Silhouettes for several other factions like for example PanO, Combined Army or Aleph.

Anyways, on to the Review!

The Holo Echoes come in sets of 3 Holo Echoes per Figure, which allows you to filter out the psychological factor of “I’m sure he’s going to be the real model, because it’s just so damn beautiful”…which can be both an advantage and a disadvantages, depending on whether you do that or not ;-P


Each Silhouette can come with it’s own base, and in the case of the Holo Echoes I actually recommend using them, as they come with nice Hex Counters on the base that allow you to always know who the real one is, and who isn’t….which can be very important in tournaments and more hard fought battles.


My Kanren Bases actually came with Numbers instead of Hex Counters, but after taking a look at their website it seems they have changed that now to streamline it a bit more, and I have to say, I prefer the Hex Counters over the numbers.


In my test package one of the Silhouettes always was mirrored, looking into the opposite direction, and frankly I found that a bit odd since it actually wasn’t possible to make the model look that way, since the weapons are on fixed positions and the mirroring swapped those., but once again Every Little War has already noticed that, and I was assured by the guys that in the finished product all Holo Echoes will look in the same direction to avoid this problem.


The size of the Holo Echoes fits the original models very well, and I think they actually look great together, although I think the outlines on Sforza and the Lu Duan turned out a bit better than the Kanren…


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(Sforza Image from Every Little War)

Because the Kanren’s chest seems a bit too empty for my taste, especially since the Kanren has this nice flap over shirt on which I am sure could have looked interesting as an outline.





All in all I will say that I like the Holo Echoes a lot, and I think they are a bit more playable than the normal Camo/TO Camo Silhouettes in the Set, as you don’t have to worry about giving away the model when using Holo Echoes…unless you go for that turn 1 Holoemitter 1&2 Trickery ;-P

I think they could have improved the Kanren a bit more, and I am missing the stretched out hand pose I have seen on other Holo Echoes and the model itself (from an angle it just doesn’t look as cool, although I can see why they did it..), but they did an awesome job on the Lu Duan and Father Sforza for sure!

Since I gave the other Holo Echoes a quite high rating, and these Holo Echoes are actually even better than them, I shall give them a 9.5/10. A little bit of extra work could go into the outlines of the Silhouettes, but other than that they give you everything you could ever want from a Holo Echo Marker, and then some more (like a boatload of colours to choose from, and very flexible bundles!)

I recommend them full heartedly to every Yu Jing player that wants some nice Holo Echoes for their evil trickster units!


Every Little War Review Part 1: Introduction & Ninja Silhouettes

Hello Everyone,

Recently after posting some of my previous Reviews,  the Guys from “Every Little War”  ( ), contacted me and asked if I was interested in reviewing some of their upcomming products as well,  as they apparently liked the style of my other Reviews.

Since they agreed to my condition that I could rate the Stuff however I liked/disliked it, and I am always up for getting more potentially awesome stuff, I ended up agreeing!


They wouldn’t tell me what I was about to get exactly, so I waited patiently like a little child around christmas (so with no patience at all, and a lot of “Do you think it will be here today?” to my wife…)  for whatever was going to come my way, and after a while I finally came back from work to find this lovely box on my table: (Miniature not included, only added for scale)


After making sure that my son was fully distracted and wouldn’t come around to plunder my booty, I opened it up and found the following inside:


Which upon further inspection turned out to be:


A full Set of Yu Jing Camo/Holo Markers! (at least to my knowledge, since I don’t play Vanilla Yu Jing yet I might have missed one there?)

At the time I am writing this the Set is not available yet, but I talked to the Guys and they assured me that it will be available very soon, and that they also will have many other Silhouettes from other factions and in different colours, with the goal obviously being to have them all available in the near future.

Every Little War is a company that produces and sells their products from America, and these particular Silhouettes have been created by Osman Naskali, and you will be able to order them from this link once they are available:

Osman Naskali

So without further ado…I present to you Part 1 of my Review, all the Ninja Silhouettes that Every Little War will soon have available.



Obviously there are no Ninjas in the Yu Jing State Empire, so this whole Blog Entry is just make believe and folklore….but just in case you are interested in such archaic stories anyways, here are some closeups of said “Ninjas”…

(Please excuse some of my bad paintjobs on the older ninjas, they where one of the first Infinity Miniatures I painted ;-P)

Ninja with Tactical Bow:


(Sorry I forgot to take a white background picture of this one before I added it to the base, I got too excited!!)

Shinobu Kitsune:







Ninja Sniper:


Ninja Hacker:





Ninja: (Don’t have the Model)



Saito Togane: (Damn, no white background picture either, damn sneaky Ninjas!!)



Raiden: (Wait, what? That’s not even a ninja is it? Oh screw it…with a name like that it’s alright I guess…and no white background again! Sneaky gits!)


Apparently that Raiden also brought some friends, some of which don’t even have models yet if I am not mistaken!




So, as you can see the silhouettes come with their own bases (which actually look quite stylish I must say!) and the have the outlines of the actual figures on them, which is something that I actually thought was missing in my Review of other Silhouettes before.

After seeing these Silhouettes I think I was right in assuming that outlines like that would make the Silhouettes look even more awesome, or what do you think?

The Silhouettes themselves come very clean with a protective layer on the backside, and are easy to put together, even on scenic bases as you can see in the pictures.

Some of the outlines turned out a bit better than others (the normal Ninja one looks a bit clunky, but so does the whole model i think, while the Bow Ninja just looks stunning!)

I also found two small things that I found a bit odd, one being the Ninja Sniper, who’s Silhouette seems to be quite a bit bigger than the actual model.


The other one being that the Saito Togane Silhouette at first appeared to not have the Katana arm…IMG_20160928_184944.jpg

but that  turned out to be because of the perspective in which the Silhouette was made, and if you look very closely you can actually see the Katana and the arm.


Overall I would give these Silhouettes a 9.5/10. They could have been a 10, but the difference in outline “quality” (even though that’s very subjective), size on the Ninja Sniper and the fact that while I was writing this review I actually came up with a way to improve them even further, mean it ended up as a 9.5

Those are definitely the best Silhouettes I have seen out there so far, and I recommend them to everyone that thinks about getting Silhouettes for their Camo Units!

The only way I could see them improved, would be to change the Bases that these come with, into bases that actually show the “TO Camo” “Camo” Symbol on the base! (or something along those lines if they are not allowed to use the official symbols) That way people could instantly see the different types of Camo as well as the lovely silhouette…..but again, that’s just my personal opinion, though if anyone wants to steal my idea, feel free to do so ;-P


Chapter 1.13 : The Present

tadaaaIt took me a moment to recover from the surprise revelation that the woman that had just tried to strike me down in the Dojo was actually one of my new subordinates that had just returned from an extensive training session at the imperial palace.

I forced myself to lower my hand to stop pointing at the woman, and as she did the same and everyone else around us got into mustering position, I released a demonstrative cough and struck the best “I’m a mighty General” pose that I could muster under the current circumstances.

A bunch of new agents stood in front of me, the most noteworthy of them appearing to be 2 Crane Agents, one of them the woman that tried to split me skull just minutes ago, a female Pheasant Agent that looked like someone had abducted her straight out of a Aragato band and forced her into her uniform, as well as some more Celestial Guards and someone who appeared to be from the Spec Ops division, which was mostly apparent from his strange shady demeanour….which wasn’t exactly unusual in the Imperial Service, but which this guy somehow seemed to have mastered on a completely different level.

Since I knew that I had a present from the emperor to check out, and that all of those Agents had only returned from the Imperial Palace yesterday evening, and would still need some time to get accustomed to their old environment again, I decided to make it brief and started by saluting them all by putting my right fist on my chest just where my heart would be, which was instantly answered by a similar gesture from all of them.

I am General Yasashii Fuyu, sent here as a replacement for your former commander who heroically died in battle, by the Emperor himself. As you can see I am of Japanese origin, and I sure hope none of you has any problem with that, because if you do, that’s your problem and not mine.”

I expect all of you to give me your best and nothing but your best at all times, just as you can expect the same from me. I won’t tolerate laziness on the job, and even though I don’t care a rats ass about what you do in your free time as long as it doesn’t impede with your work in the Imperial Service, I won’t tolerate any kind of behaviour that insults your position as an Imperial Agent while you are on duty, and will punish such behaviour with the rights given to me by the Emperor himself. I know most of you don’t know me yet, and I will take my time to get to know all of you a little better in the near future, but for now I don’t want to hold you up any longer, get accustomed to this place again as fast as you can, this evening we’ll be starting a operation in the Onyx Tiger, and some of you might well be joining in, the respective briefing to those Agents that will participate will be given out in time. Dismissed!”

With that I snapped my heels together which was instantly answered by the same gesture by everyone present, and moved out of the room to allow the Agents to ease up, ignoring the slightly annoyed sounding muttering of “the best and nothing but the best, yadayadaya…” coming from one of the agents I left behind in the room, most likely the punky looking Pheasant Agent if I had to guess. To be fair, that hadn’t been my best speech, but who cared.

As I stepped inside my command room I was instantly greeted by a giant more than man sized crate standing in the middle of the room, with a control panel and scanner on the front and the seal of the Emperor on the front.

I stepped closed and put my hand on the screen, which resulted in a hand scan, followed by a loud combination of beeps, which lead to another scanner opening at the top of the screen which started a full body scan of me. As the scanning beam reached my toes a mechanical voice proclaimed “Identity confirmed, General, Yasashii, Fuyu, Message starting in 3…2….1.”

With another beeping noise the three dimensional form of one of the Emperors direct servants appeared in front of me, the roach of a man that had given me the short notice of my departure to The Neon Dragon before. Rubbing his hands together and looking at something off screen with glee, the man suddenly turned around as if realizing the recording device for the first time, and then struck a formal pose while brushing his robes straight and coughing a little. “Oh…eh…” checking his wrist holo for the information he needed he quickly continued “General Yasaaaaaiii…eh, oh sorry, Yasashii Fuyu was it? Yes, General Yasashii Fuyu! I forgot to tell you in our last little conversation that as a newly promoted General of Yu Jing, you will receive a custom made General Rank Armour, as well as a set of combat body guards….by the time you get this message the container with the armour should already be standing in front of you. Normally Generals get a choice of what armour they want, but since the Dragon himself deemed to send you to the Imperial Service, he took the liberty of selecting a Hsien Armour for you…it’s the most fitting wouldn’t you agree?.”

Resisting the urge to strangle the holo image of the leech, I continued to listen to the monologue.

The Emperor himself has added a little something to that suite of armour apparently and said….and I quote:”

As he said that the little brown neck straightened up as much as possible, took on the noblest impression he apparently was capable off, in hopes of mirroring the Emperor himself I’d assume, and continued.

Since you are the first General of Japanese Origin that serves in the Imperial Service, I’d like to add this little customisation to your suite of armour as a token of my gratitude for your hard work if you don’t mind…I heard helmet decorations like that where the signs of great Bushi back in ancient times…and I have received reports from your subordinates that claim that you fight like a demon on the battlefield…so I thought it’d be only appropriate. I hope you like it.”

The spittle licker almost choked on the last words, apparently unhappy with the idea that the Emperor himself would care whether I’d like his design or not, but he knew better than to openly mention it.

Just as the last words left the holo images mouth the container in front of me cracked open in a melodramatic way, steam slowly screaming through a crack in the middle, followed by light as the crate slowly opened up, revealing a big suite of Hsien Armour within, surrounded by tiny lights most likely only there for the dramatic effect.

I instantly noticed the customisation the emperor had mentioned, as the suite came with a big pair of red glowing Oni Horns on the helmet, as well as a customized connector point that would allow for my Daisho to connect to the Armour’s belt.

The rest of the armour was obviously hand crafted by some sort of master armour smith as well, little changes and additional parts added on several locations that obviously enhanced the armours systems in subtle yet extremely expensive ways, which was most likely the reason why they hadn’t been added to the normal versions of the suite.

The Armour also came with a custom made Heavy Machine Gun which not only had my name engraved on it, but also the name of Kunitomo Ikkansai, a famous Japanese Gunsmith that had been recreated by Aleph a while ago to help Yu Jing with their weapon development against the new Combined Army Thread.

As I stood there stunned by the generosity of this present, and barely restraining my urge to immediately step into the armour and try it out, the Holo projection of the mud roller suddenly continued on “If everything worked out, you should see the Armour now….you are obviously entitled to make further modifications according to your needs to the armour, as all generals are, but I doubt you’ll need it….the suite was quite…expensive…as it is.”

With that the holo image suddenly disappeared, but just as I was happy to finally get a chance to test the armour and walked closer to it, the image of the nasty little rat reappeared right in front of me, looking slightly confused and annoyed “Oh…yeah of course…there was that as well….ah, the combat body guards I mentioned before, they should be on their way at the moment, they will arrive at your place soon I’d assume. They are specially trained for these kinds of assignment and will be yours to command directly, take good care of them…they are quite….expensive….as well…anyways, that’s all, keep up the…uh…good work?” and with that the ugly mug finally disappeared into thin air, and I was left alone with the magnificent present.

No longer content to watch the suite from the outside, I quickly took my coat and Daisho off and went to the back of the container, which had opened as well. As I came closer to the armour a slight hissing sound could be heard as the back of the armour shifted open to allow for easy access.

With the practice of many other suits of heavy armour, I smoothly stepped inside the suite, instantly comforted by the surprisingly perfect fit of the armour to my body! Even the fingers and boots of the suite where the perfect size for my body, a thing that was usually very rare in the run of the mill sets of armour you’d get in the regular army. The legs and arms they usually got right, since it’d most likely break a few bones of yours if they weren’t, but the rest was usually based on luck or good connections to the Armoury.

The moment the armour closed itself up behind my back, the clamps that had been holding it inside of the Container unlocked and I could move freely.

Taking my first step forward I noticed that some sort of dampening system must be part of the boots, as it barely made any sound even though it was a quite heavy piece of armour, and as I made a short little sprint to the other end of the command room, followed by a little jump forward once I had turned around, I was glad to find that the actuators and artificial muscle bundles in the armour where of the highest grade as well. Wearing the armour almost felt like a second skin, and the weight was completely carried by the armours own support systems.

Feeling slightly naked without it I then quickly placed my Daisho on my belt where they belonged, satisfied with the customized connector point. As I pulled out my Katana for a few practice swings, I instantly felt that something wasn’t quite right though, and a little bit of disappointment sunk in.

Obviously the Hsien Armour Suite was meant for the Emperors personal Guard, all of which are firearms experts of the highest magnitude, and as such the suite was designed with firepower in mind, not close combat capabilities. After a few swings and hand movement practices to figure out what was bugging me, I figured out that the gauntlets and arms of the suite where obviously containing some sort of heavy recoil suppression system, which, once I took a look at the HMG behind me, obviously made sense, but the recoil suppression also made it very hard to properly control the blade during swift movement, and make split second adjustments to it’s course as you’d usually do during a fight, since it tried it’s best to supress just that kind of movement when firing a gun.

Slightly bummed out by the fact that I wouldn’t be able to fight as properly in this armour as I was used to, I was suddenly disturbed by a helmet display message that super imposed itself right into my point of view, showing a green “Identity confirmed, General Yasashii Fuyu. Final Adjustments and configurations completed, you have now access to all functions of this armour. Protect the Emperor, Glory to Yu Jing!”.

And with that my field of vision suddenly changed dramatically as a short additional text box popped up on the top right corner of my field of vision, proclaiming “Multi Spectral Visor now active”, followed by another set of small messages proclaiming “Cube Protection System engaged” “Custom Sashimono System engaged”.

Of course I thought….Hsien armours come with Multi Spectral Visors in their helmets! Ha! I couldn’t wait to try that out in the field, in the JSA we didn’t have access to that kind of high tech equipment, and I always envied other troops that were able to ignore all those damn smoke grenades that the Caledonians and their likes tend to throw all around the battle field.

And I was glad to see that they had incorporated the Cube Protection system that Flamia High Command had managed to implement to protect themselves from Combined Army Voodoo Tech. A crazy expensive system, was too hard to build for mass distribution sadly, but at least it ensured the integrity of High Command wasn’t as easily compromised.

I was a bit confused by the Sashimono System that was mentioned though, and as I turned around to take a look at myself in the command rooms little mirror, placed there to allow for a little style adjustment before public speeches I assumed, I instantly took a step back in surprise and shock.

Right behind my back, just above the antennas of the armour, a giant animated Holo Projection of my Family Crest was hovering in the air! It had everything, the stylized Mount Fuji, covered in snow, and it had even an animated version of the snowflakes falling down at Mount Fuji that my Mon usually contained, only these where beautifully animated, and constantly snowing down on Mount Fuji, looking almost like real snowflakes.

They sure don’t mess around…” was all that I could utter as I tried to think of all the implications that came with a system like that. Stealth was out of the bloody window when I was running around the battle field looking like a glowing advertisement campaign, and the enemy wouldn’t need to guess twice as to who the commander of my forces is, when seeing me wandering around like that! I mean showing your status and striking fear into the hearts of your enemies was a good thing, but this seemed a bit too excessive even for Yu Jing.

Grasping for straws I instantly tried out “No Sashimono. Sashimono stop. Shut that thing down!”, before finally remembering a similar command for the X Visor on my Crane Armour and saying “Sashimono System Off”, which was instantly rewarded by the brightness of the room tuning down by a few notches, and my corresponding check in the mirror confirmed that I had managed to turn the system off….phew, so I was going to have a chance of surviving my next few battles after all! Fancy little system though, might activate it during my next speech, just to have a laugh about everyone’s reactions…

One thing was for sure though, with a suite of armour like this, and should I ever be mad enough, the Sashimono System on, a General of Yu Jing was definitely an obvious high priority target, which reminded me of the second part of the message…..personal Battlefield Bodyguards? That sounded like quite the hassle, I didn’t even want to imagine how my life on the battlefield would look like with two strangers constantly hanging out around me, watching my every move. And who would they send for a mission like that? Complete strangers?

As I mused about that I continued to check the systems armour, shaking my legs, twisting my arms around, moving every single digit of my fingers to see how good they responded. It was then that a smirk suddenly appeared on my face as I put my right hand into the position I’d use to hold a pistol, and instantly noticed a completely out of place picture of a little anime like racoon head on the side of the digit of my middle finger closest to my palm. It was cleverly hidden so it would most likely pass most inspections, but still not hidden enough so I wouldn’t notice it.

Kabuki Queen….hah…” I guess I now knew who at least one of my future protectors would be. No clue how she had managed to get that position, but at least I knew I was going to be in good hands. If only I knew who else there would be…

But that answer wouldn’t be answered right now I figured, so I grabbed the HMG that came with the armour, instantly satisfied with the perfect fit of the grip to my hand, and started walking out of my command room, it was time to talk to Fu Bao about the team I’d be sending into the Onyx Tiger that night….and for some targeting practice with that lovely little piece of Justice in my hand.

As I left the room I scarcely noticed the slight delay in the door closing behind me, but then I remembered that this piece of Armour had a boatload of antennas at the back, as well as a long fancy coat flowing behind it, so naturally it’d take longer…..or so I thought…


Chapter 1.12 Sleep?

316f608045a779724f0dc82ab564f534.pngSome nights, even though you know you should sleep some more and let your body rest and recover, you just can’t calm your mind enough to actually do it.

It wasn’t so much that I wasn’t tired, in fact I was very tired indeed, the past days having been little more than a constant series of battles and new impressions. I guess all that new information just finally decided it needed some processing time, and apparently a long relaxing sleep wasn’t part of that task.

It hadn’t exactly helped that once I had finally fallen asleep for a while, I awoke to an eerie feeling soon afterwards, only to realize that Yuki, my new Automaton, had been standing right next to my bed, staring at me intently without any obvious reason.

As I rose up in confusion, my enhanced eyes quickly getting rid of the sleep daze in my eyes, Yuki just kept mustering me, not even bothering to flinch or move a step back, as most humans would have in a situation like that.

Wha..ah…eh….what do you want Yuki? Why are you standing next to my bed? How long have you been standing there anyways?” was all that I could muster in my confused state, and it was then that Yuki apparently switched from some sort of standby mode back to full operation mode, which resulted in her stiff surveillance posture instantly changing into a more arrogant position, with one of her hands on her hip and the other one clenched into a fist as she stared at me both in surprise and what appeared to be anger.

With a voice that somehow incorporated both embarrassment and anger she almost shouted at me “You’ve got any problem with it? I’m guarding you obviously! G.U.A.R.D.I.N.G. it’s kind of my job you know, and it’s not like you’ve given me any place to stand guard or idle in, so I just went for the best observation position there was.”

Baffled by the flawless logic of her statement, my still sleepy mind tried to figure out a solution for that dilemma as fast as possible in hopes of not waking up fully during the process so I could fall asleep afterwards again.

I somehow completely forgot that Yuki didn’t exactly need sleep. The Karakuri in the JSA were usually switched off during periods of inactivity, partially to save energy and reduce wear and tear on the expensive tech, but also because they kind of creep out the other soldiers when stumbling through the base aimlessly. Something about those Automaton eyes just makes you feel as if those things where looking straight into your soul…

As I thought so I noticed that my eyes had naturally drifted to the cold aggressive stare of Yuki, who was still clenching her fist in wait for my response. Somehow Yuki’s eyes didn’t seem as creepy as the Automatons…the creator of her must have taken special care to make her look more natural than the normal Karakuri frame it seems.

Damn it! Now I had done it, my brain had left its “sleepy mode” and was awakening my body fully…ruining any hope for additional sleep that night I’ve had.

Frustrated by my own stupidity I turned to the side and slid out of the bed, suddenly standing right in front of Yuki, staring down at her. “You are right of course, how careless of me, I am sorry.” Without really thinking about it I placed my hand on her head and slightly padded it as an apology before walking into the bathroom and turning on the tap to splash my face with some water.

As I looked into the bathroom mirror which showed parts of my bedroom behind me through the open door, I could have sworn I saw Yuki look at me almost in a shocked manner, one of her eyebrows raised in utter disbelieve, but the moment I tried to look closer she seemed to have noticed my stare and her face suddenly turned into an emotionless mask, which in and off itself was odd as Yuki usually made some sort of angry looking face whenever she felt I was looking at her.

What a strange type the programmer of that thing must have been.

As I took a sip of the tooth cleaning liquid, mint flavoured for those of you who care, into my mouth and splashed it around in my mouth I wondered what I should tell Yuki to do during the night periods, and through the times I was at work as well come to think of it.

Stepping into the shower, a surprisingly old style thing for an apartment like this, and started to cover myself in soap I finally shouted to Yuki “Why don’t you read some books while I’m asleep? Or maybe play some games on the Holoscreen?”

Since no immediate answer came I just continued showering, rubbing some shampoo into my long hair and some on my beard as well. “Or maybe surf the Net? There’s tons of interesting stuff out there, I’m sure even you could find something interesting there!”

Finished with wringing the shampoo out of my hair I turned off the shower and turned around to open the door and grab a towel, only to be startled by Yuki standing right in front of the glass shower door, holding a towel in her hand while staring intently at me once again.

Twitching into a defensive position, my palm ready to strike, I loudly cursed at the Automaton “Damn you Yuki! Did you have to sneak up on me like that?”. Come to think about it, how did she sneak up on me like that? I had a lot of training in detecting this sort of things, and my hearing was way above normal levels as well, for her to sneak up on me like that would require an extremely high degree of stea…”Because I’m a Automaton you Idiot, what good is reading books to me? I can just download the information into my memory right away if I wanted to.” Came the disrupting answer of Yuki to my first question, completely ignoring my surprised question, while handing me the towel through the shower door that I had slightly opened for just that.

And playing games or surfing the Net is for weirdos who have no life. Why would I want to do stuff like that? Give me something interesting to do, or I’ll keep staring at you!”.

After she said so she stomped out of the shower and tossed herself on the couch, apparently satisfied with her own answer.

Once I finished drying myself with my towel, a habit I had picked up during my JSA field time where sonic dryers or other modern things like that simply weren’t present, I stepped back into my bedroom and put on a set of normal black street clothes with a dark green coat over it. I also picked up my trainings bag out of the corner where I had put it straight from the move boxes the previous day.

As I stepped into the living room, fastening my Daisho to the side of my belt, I just nodded down to Yuki, who was still lying on the couch, pretending to stare at the ceiling for some reason. “Fine then, off we go, I’m going to show you something that might interest you more.”

Raising an eyebrow yet again Yuki just looked at me confused for a second, but then she stood up from the couch in one surprisingly fluid motion and just stammered a slightly shy, yet angry at the same time “S…Sure let’s go! I can totally go outside and stuff, no problem with that right? But it better be good!”

And with that we were on our way, in the middle of the night, a tall Japanese man with a set of swords on his hips and a bag in his hand, followed by a 16 year old Schoolgirl/Geisha look alike Automaton, which meant that basically, no one gave a damn about us, as the people of this City where obviously used to these kinds of strange sights.

At first Yuki was staring at her surroundings in what seemed to be awe, her mouth slightly opened, her eyes reflecting the neon signs all around her, but as she noticed me looking at her with a smirk, she instantly put on her angry expression again and pouted at me “When are we finally there O-san? This is like tooootally boring you know…”

Amused by how at odds her words and her previous expression had been, I just snickered to myself for a second and then responded while pointing towards a nearby building “We’re almost there, it’s this building there.”

The building I was pointing to looked like it had been ripped straight out of some ancient painting of old earth, it’s walls looking like they were made from some form of stone of clay, it’s entrance an old style Japanese wooden looking Shoji door with a tiny roof above it.

As I turned towards it I could already hear a disgusted “Tzzzz…” coming from behind me. “You’ve got to be kidding me O-san, that thing looks like it will rot into the ground before we even reach it, why are we going there?”

Getting closer I deliberately positioned myself in a way that would block Yuki’s sight on the tiny shield at the side of the building which proclaimed what it contained, and finally stopped right in front of it, turning around to hide it behind my back, and pointed towards the door. “Step inside to find out. There should be a changing room for females, just wait inside there until I give you a call from outside, no need for you to change I guess…”

Inside it still looked like an ancient Japanese building; everything was made out of wood or tatami, and old looking masks and of all origins where hanging on the walls, next to motivational scrolls that contained wise words written in Yu Jingyu, so that everyone could read them no matter their origin.

On the left side was a curtain showing the sign for “Female” and on the right side one that showed the “Male” symbol, indicating the respective changing rooms, and as I stepped into the male changing room I could hear a frustrated sounding “Fiiiine…if I really have to….” From behind me as Yuki was stepping into the female section.

After I undressed and put my belongings into one of several storage capsules present in the changing room, I carefully put on my Hakama and Kendogi, hoping that what would come next would help me shake off the “too little sleep” feeling that still somehow clung to my body even after the shower.

Stepping through the entrance door to the training room, I was instantly greeted by a loud “CLANG” “CLANG” noise coming from the other side of the huge almost empty room. It was a martial arts trainings dojo, designed to accommodate for most forms of modern martial arts. It came equipped with trainings puppets and holo technology to enhance the experience, and the walls where covered in all sorts of practicing weapons and even more motivational scrolls.

Apparently I was not alone at even this early hour of the day, as the constant noise came from a tall Chinese looking woman that was currently fighting against two Holo Echo covered trainings puppets in the form of angry Onis wielding giant metal Kanabos. The woman had short black hair, was wearing a traditional Chinese Kung Fu outfit, and wielded a high tech Chinese style sword with an elegant grace that instantly spoke of great martial arts skill.

Not wanting to stare too much, and too far away for a formal greeting, I simply moved over to the exit of the female changing room and called inside “Yuki, you can come out, I’m ready.” As quietly as possible, yet loud enough to ensure that she’d hear me over the noise of the fighting in the background.

Ripping the door to the trainings room open and bursting into the room like an angry explosion Yuki immediately shouted at me “About damn time O-san, the noise is extremely annoying and it smells like old hag in there, I’m sure I would have suffocated if I weren’t an Automaton…what the heck is this?”

Just as I was about to explain, a loud screeching noise could be heard from the other end of the room followed by slamming footsteps, and as I turned around to check it I saw that it had been the Chinese woman who had apparently ripped right through one of the trainings puppets neck and was now stomping right towards me and Yuki, anger almost steaming out of her nose. As she came closer she started to shout as well, in a more mature sounding voice than Yuki though. “Did that girl just call me an old Hag? Did she for real? I’m going to beat the shit out of her! I’m not even 30 yet you little brat!”

Surprised to no end about the short fuse of the woman I quickly stepped in front of Yuki, holding both my hands in front of me in an imploring matter “Please calm down, please, she’s just an Automaton who doesn’t know any better yet…” as I said so an idea crossed my mind and I couldn’t supress a little smirk “…if you want to beat the shit out of someone please try me instead, she belongs to me after a…”

I couldn’t even finish before the woman had apparently taken my offer and had swung her sword right for my head in an upward slash with lightning speed. If I hadn’t been a well-trained martial arts practitioner that swing would have split my skull then and there. As it was however I managed to dodge back and strike at her with a quick Battojutsu strike, which forced her to jump back a bit, allowing for some distance in between us.

Ohooo, so the man really DOES know how to fight, and that sword isn’t just for show eh? Fine then, I’ll be enjoying this!” came the insulting response from the woman, as she instantly came whirling at me again with her blade flinging around her. I managed to take a defensive stance just in time to deflect her powerful blow with a slightly angled upwards strike of my own, which forced her blade above me, opening her up for a counter attack…or so I thought until the woman suddenly firmly planted her foot in between my legs and body checked me away from her with an aggressive grunt.

Reeling backwards from the blow I quickly transformed the backwards movement into a spin that ended in a diagonal upward slash, just in time to catch the blade of the woman that had been coming right after me with her blade ready to strike forward. Apparently not fully prepared for my quick recovery the strike caught the woman off guard and unbalanced her for a moment, which I quickly used to swipe my left foot into the side of her knee, which in combination with the strike toppled her over sideways.

I tried to take advantage of this by spinning around again and striking diagonally down at her on my way back, but since I wasn’t in a good position to strike after the kick, that took too much time which resulted in the woman already having rolled to the side by the time my strike came around.

This time it was my turn to attack I decided, and so as she nimbly jumped back to her feet, I already came rushing towards her, one hand stretched out towards her, the other one held one handed alongside the stretched out arm, ready for a precise powerful thrusting attack.

As I trusted my blade towards her head, she instantly dodged to the side in an attempt to sidestep me, obviously aware of the weakness of a trusting attack like that, but this wasn’t my first time using this technique, and I was aware of it as well, which was why I quickly turned the blade ninety degrees and turned the thrust into a sideward swing aimed at the woman’s neck.

I instantly regretted ignoring the advice of my former instructor to shout “AKU SOKU ZAN!” together with the attack as some sort of good luck charm to ensure the attack would strike true, as the woman once again proved her martial skill by somehow bowing below my sideward strike, only losing a few strands of hair in the process, and instantly rising up again to strike her sword towards my now exposed throat.

Our battle was abruptly ended as Yuki’s loud and angry “STOP RIGHT THERE OR I’LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!” echoed through the trainings hall.

Both of us stopped in mid motion, the woman’s Chinese sword’s blade right at my throat, and turned our heads slightly around to take a look at Yuki. The Schoolgirl/Geisha look alike Automaton was pointing her arm at the woman, her hand oddly tilted to the back of her forearm, revealing a tube coming out of her arm where her hand should have been. Having fought alongside Karakuri I instantly knew that this was a D.E.P and that Yuki was hopefully bluffing, as this thing would blow the both of us up should she actually decide to shoot it.

Surprise showed on the face of the woman, who apparently hadn’t expected Yuki to be so heavily armed, and with a deep sigh the woman eased her tension a little bit, and looked back at me, straight into my eyes. “Fine…I have won anyways…guess you’re not that strong after all…”

The smug smirk that had appeared on her face as she said so suddenly turned into surprise again as I pressed the tip of my Wakizashi slightly into her belly, just below where her liver would be. Like I said, this wasn’t my first battle, and I knew that a backup plan for your backup plan was always better than lying dead on the ground, which was why I had unsheathed my Wakizashi during my thrusting attack with my left hand, and had gone for a second thrust towards her belly as I saw her dodging below my initial attack.

This appears to be a stalemate,…” I answered in just as smug a voice as she had before, but just as I was about to rub it in some more, my holo wrist band suddenly sounded an important incoming call, and the red coloured glow of the band indicated it was from work.

Slightly disappointed I took a step away from the woman and sheathed my sword “Sorry, gotta take this….”

I walked away to the other side of the Dojo and turned the holo band to silent transmission so the woman wouldn’t hear what we were saying, thanks to some advanced dampening technology which came with those military grade wrist bands.

Fuyu here…I hope it’s important, I was just about to….oh never mind, what is it?”

The familiar face of Fu Bao appeared on the holo screen, and in apologetic voice he responded “Sorry Sir, apparently the group of us that had been on extended trainings session at the Imperial Palace have just returned, and they seem to have brought a present from the Emperor himself for you with them…it’s huge and apparently you are supposed to open it as soon as it gets here….also I thought you’d like to get to know our returning members, they should start their shift in a few minutes…”

Completely surprised by the arrival of more members of the team, as no one had bothered to inform me that some of them where away, and I hadn’t had time to check the full unit roster out yet, I tried to cover up my missing knowledge by replying “…..fine, I was wondering when they’d return, I’ll be there in 15 minutes…”, and with that I switched the communication off and turned around.

The woman was gone, and Yuki had reverted her arm back to normal, staring at me in annoyance and rolling her eyes slightly to the side while pointing at the woman’s changing room “She left the moment you picked up that call….crazy bitch…sooooooo…what are we going to do now?”

Sad and glad at once that the woman had left without further conflict I released a sigh and looked at Yuki “Sorry Yuki, I have to get to the Neon-jo, something came up at work…..why don’t you try your luck against the trainings puppets in here for a while before returning home? I wanted to do a little more, but the emperor requested my presence…”

I expected to see Yuki start another raging insult wave at me for letting her alone, but to my surprise she seemed more sad than angry, and just replied “Pffffft….fine then…I’ll beat up some trainings puppets while you go to your emperor…”

Not sure how to respond to such a strange reaction, I just nodded and added an apologetic “Thank you, see you later!”, and dashed through the door into the changing room.

About 10 minutes later thanks to the help of a nearby secret elevator I entered the Neon-jo, just in time as it seemed to see the returning member’s line up for my arrival.

As I got closer and took a look at the returning agents, I had to fight really hard to prevent my jaw from dropping to the floor, as I locked eyes with a female that was standing there in full crane uniform, her hair appearing to have been strangely cut at some top parts, and the both of us pointed at each other in shock shouting

It’s You!!”

.this would become yet another interesting day for sure!

Chapter 1.11 : Battle Report 5: Recon and Rampage

IMG_20160819_172703.jpgIMG_20160819_190125.jpgReconISS.jpgIMG_20160819_185941.jpgReconCaled.jpgGetting a Recon team ready in the Imperial Service is obviously way easier than in most other parts of the Yu Jing Service as 80% of its agents are specialists in one or several areas of expertise required for that sort of operation.

It thus only took mere minutes to get a small assortment of suited agents ready and within the area of operation, and as I stepped inside my Crane Agent armour I let my eyes glance over the agents that had so quickly answered my call for backup. Kanren Umibozu, a guy that basically seemed to never sleep and two Celestial Guards, including Shen Jing, were forming the Imperial Service core of the unit, together with a couple of Kuang Shi for the more dangerous areas of the Recon zone, and two Bounty Hunters for some plausible deniability when it came down to smashing things and possibly causing civilian casualties in the process.

As was his way Kanren Umibozu instantly advanced towards the centre of the Recon Area, securing possible advance routes for the rest of the team.


I took position on the left flank, forming a small team with the two Celestial Guards, and left the centre and right flank to the Bounty Hunters “Lotus Justice”, “Sucker Punch” and the Kuang Shis.





It wasn’t exactly the strongest attack formation, but this was just a Recon Mission to find the possible Caledonian hideout in the area. That damned Cameronian couldn’t have vanished into thin air after all.


First scans of the area had shown two suspicious consoles in the area that might lead to something, so our first priority would be to secure those if possible.

Just as we were about to start our sweep of the area, frantic shooting could be heard from the centre of the recon area.

Apparently Kanren Umibozu’s forward advance had lead him straight into an ambush laid by an enemy S.A.S, but as his laughing “Got you fucker!” proclaimed Umibozu had managed to take care of the S.A.S on his own by the time my own team had managed to advance to his position.


In the meantime the Kuang Shi stumbled forward all over the recon area in their Zombie like fashion, and both “Sucker Punch” and “Lotus Justice” took position to cover the right flanks from any possible flanking manoeuvres.


The scent of blood from the S.A.S in the air apparently triggered a fit of rage in the Cameronian that I had been hunting before, as the barely patched together creature suddenly came crashing out of a building on the right flank, running right towards the Bounty Hunters on that side.


As bullets slammed in all around him the Cameronian came on, throwing a smoke grenade in between himself and the Bounty Hunters, but apparently his mad advance had been too overconfident as he was hit by one of “Lotus Justice”’s Sniper Bullets on his run, which forced the man-beast into cover behind a nearby building.


Before I could respond to the attack on the right flank, I was hit by my own set of trouble as a Highlander Grey suddenly came dashing out behind a building on the other side of the recon area, letting lose on my position with an armour piercing heavy machine gun! I responded as quickly as possible by peppering the area in the Highlander Grey’s general direction with Spitfire bullets, but the amount of armour piercing slugs coming my way was just too much, and as the first few bullets luckily bounced off my armour and cover, I decided to retreat back behind the building I was standing beside and wait for a better opportunity to counter attack.


Apparently a 45 Highlander had been waiting for just that to happen, as he suddenly came dashing around the containers in front of my team, and opened up fire on the Kanren Umibozus that where standing around there.

With a flickering smirk on their faces the Holo Echoes of the real Kanren Umibozu simply vanished into thin air under the onslaught of Chainrifle ammunition, and the heroic shout on the Highlanders face instantly was replaced by a painful one as Celestial Guard Shen Jing placed a bullet firmly into the exposed Caledonian’s chest.


Knowing that his wound was fatal, but unwilling to let go, the wild Highlander raised his Chain rifle in defiance and came dashing at Shen Jing, revenge in his eyes as he pulled the trigger.

Luckily Shen Jing’s armour held true as she placed yet another bullet into the Highlander, this time ending the madman’s onrush.


Kanren Umibozu in the meantime seemed to have run out of luck as the Caledonian Volunteer Team lead by the Highlander Grey suddenly came running around the other side of the Containers, and shoot him down before he could properly react.


Luckily his vital signs were still being transmitted, so if we acted quick we most likely would have been able to save him, but apparently the enemy wasn’t going to make that job easy for us as a Caledonian Moramaer suddenly came around a building on the right flank of the Recon Area, blocking our lines of advance with her imposing presence.


But it seemed that the Moramaer hadn’t considered “Sucker Punch”’s confidence, because as soon as the smoke from the Cameronian’s Smoke Grenade cleared, the Bounty Hunter opened fire on the Moramaer, dealing a mortal blow to her. Just as the Highlander though the Moramaer remained standing, refusing to die so easily.


As the firefight between the Moramaer and the despite her looks also heavily armoured Bounty Hunter raged on, I took the opportunity to make the Volunteer Team that had just taken out Kanren Umibozu pay for their carelessness, by shooting down a Volunteer that had advanced slightly too much, exposing itself to my Spitfire.


With a loud and cheerful “Take that you Atek Tincan!!” “Sucker Punch” had apparently taken out the Caledonian Moramaer for good, and as the prolonged firefight came to an end, with the flank finally clear of danger, I decided to make my move.


Dashing forward right towards the containers and around it, I was suddenly standing in front of the Volunteer and Highlander Grey that had been taking cover there, and as their wild shoots where flying in all around me and bouncing off my armour, I opened up on them with my two Nano Pulsers, ending them in a series of painful screams that soon fell silent.


Seeing as their comrades had been taken out the remaining 112 Emergency Unit and the wounded Cameronian decided to take this chance and retreat back to where they came from, once again apparently disappearing into thin air.

As our backup squad finally arrived, taking care of the wounded Kanren Umibozu, we finally managed to get access to the Control Consoles, and eventually found the little secret hidden inside them. Apparently among their many functions, these consoles also allowed to open a set of hidden maintenance access hatches to the area known as “The Onxy Tiger”, which lay right beneath the ground of some areas of “The Neon Dragon”.

With a loud hissing sound the access hatches nearby opened up, revealing some dark corridors leading into the unknown, and as I sent in the backup squads to check the path ahead, I decided to head home for today…..the sun was already slowly rising, and I’d need at least a little bit of sleep before my official shift started…..after all this would become quite the interesting day for sure!

Hearing the comforting voice of Kuang Fu Bao in my helmet’s com, claiming a hearty “Leave it all to me sir, by the time you’re awake, we’ll know where those rats are hiding and we’ll be ready to strike!”, I just nodded in his direction and entered the troop transporter that would get me home. So much for Street Performance….tomorrow it would be time for some Underground Art!



Sorry for the very long delay in between updates this time. I have been quite busy with my birthday and stuff, and afterwards both my wife and son got sick, instantly followed by myself once they where ok again, so the last 3 weeks weren’t exactly productive:-(

But soon many more updates will rush in as I’ll slowly conquer all the awesome stuff I got for my birthday! my table is now almost complete, and I can’t wait to play a proper game on it once that’s done!

Hope you enjoyed this battle report, we tried out the Recon Mission set as I wanted to bring my wife closer to the idea of mission gameplay, but in the end she got murdered so badly, that the consoles didn’t even matter ;-P


The Neon Dragon


The Neon Dragon

A Yu Jing city ripe with corruption and opportunity. A neon glowing boiling pot of Asian culture, sprinkled with foreign influences like herbs in a good soup. A metropolis with so many facets that turning around a street corner can make one feel as if he’s just entered a different city all together.

From the main parts of The Neon Dragon , the “real” Neon Dragon, where the only light in the night comes from the countless neon signs advertising countless bars, restaurants and red light establishments, where the high technology of the Yu Jing Empire is hidden behind so much neglect and dust that one can barely recognize it, and where the Triads and foreign influences fight an endless fight against the State Police and the Imperial Service below the towering structure of the Neon-jo, the Neon Castle…

To areas like:

The Pearl Turtle, an almost shimmering white high society noble district rich with commerce and Mega Corporation sky scrapers, laboratories, and even an Aleph A.I. Node, where covert ops of espionage and sabotage are as much part of the business as exchanging business cards. Where the rich and well educated world traveling “galactic citizens” tend to mingle with the local population and their trends and influences directly affect the citizens of The Neon Dragon, for good or for worse.

The Vermilion Phoenix, an area so full of production halls and industry that even the night sky is glowing in a burning red from the endless rows factory exhausts working 24/7, where the Mega Corporations produce most of their local goods and the standstill of a fabrication lane can mean the end of whole corporation sub branches, and thus decide the fate of countless inhabitants of The Neon Dragon with it.

The Jade Panda, a dense forest like area close to The Vermilion Phoenix, artificially created by the Yu Jing State Empire to counter the otherwise unbearable pollution created by The Vermilion Phoenix, positioned in the main wind direction of The Neon Dragon. The area is built upon the ruins of the former “old city” that used to be in its place, mercilessly torn down by the government to prevent the rest of the city from suffocating and to keep the commerce going. Some of the old inhabitants still life in the midst of this forest, in the broken down ruins of their former houses or in self-made shanties, and some even claim that foreign forces are using the dense almost jungle like terrain to hide themselves from the Yu Jing State for whatever devious purpose.

The Onyx Tiger, a large underground complex that is hidden below most of The Neon Dragon’s area stretching over countless kilometres, but is mostly hidden from the public eye, just like the crouching Tiger that from Asian mythology that has given it its name. In some places it consists of large underground shopping halls, centres of commerce where one can fulfil his every desire, and in some places it is barely more than a maintenance corridor or just an access tunnel to the even further down lying sewer system of The Neon Dragon. Secret Facilities, Laboratories and military complexes are rumoured to be as much part of this area, as hidden slaver rings and smuggler dens are.

The Gulping Toad, the local Space port and the area around it. The district where the percentage of foreigners is at least 4 times higher than everywhere else in The Neon Dragon and where trade dominates everything. Only in this area has the Yu Jing Empire granted special permission for foreign groups to build more esoteric structures like a Pan Oceanian church or a covenant of the “Holy Mary of the Knife” to cater for the needs of foreign traders. Because of this the area is under heavy surveillance from the Yu Jing Government to the point where even a military base has been constructed to quickly counter any insurgency or invasion that could be stages from such an important area.

These are just a few of the many colourful scales of The Neon Dragon, but it should allow you to catch a glimpse at the nature of the City that the following events of this story are taking place in.


Chapter 1.10 : Street Performance


The clean-up after the attack on the Aleph A.I. Node took the rest of the day, and by the time I finally finished my report the Neon lights where already the only light to be seen on the outside as I left Neon-jo through the actual exit instead of the elevator directly home I’d usually use.

I had decided that, if my day off had been cut short so harshly, I’d at least spend my evening in a more relaxing way. Of course exiting through what was basically a castle gate and being greeted by the slightly panicked stares of people nearby who then quickly turned away to not look even more suspicious to the most likely Imperial Service guy leaving the Neon-jo, wasn’t exactly relaxing, but two blocks and a street crossing later I had already blended into the crowd and turned into just another random guy walking along the street.

It was at this time that I think The Neon Dragon shows it’s most interesting and beautiful side. The streets are filled with all sorts of night life, be it business men and women who after their long hours of work finally get to buy their groceries, or spend the evening with their colleagues or friends in one of the countless Izakayas that litter the side streets, or the countless prostitutes and street performers vying for the attention of the passing by crowd.

As I walked along the street, staring at the moving crowd and the countless neon lights above it, I almost crashed into a young woman dressed in a Maid outfit which appears to have had some sort of body modification that actually gave her real cat ears and a tail. As I bowed in apology and hastily accepted the advertisement card for her Maid Café to make up for my carelessness to her, I wondered for a while about the double standards of the Yu Jing society when it came to stuff like that. Body modifications like blue skin, extra arms or glowing eyes, stuff that you’d see in every bar of “The Gulping Toad” when a Nomad trade ship has recently landed, where usually frowned upon, and where actually forbidden in most areas of Yu Jing. But when it comes to old Asian fetishes like unnaturally big eyes, cat modifications or stuff like that, even the law seemed to simply ignore it.

Amused I dropped the thought and continued onwards, leaving the cat maid behind as I made my way to a small plaza where the crowd had formed little rings around street performers. The ring I eventually ended up in surrounded a pair of artists that where drawing paintings in the air with some sort of semi liquid floating substance that shimmered in different colours, and somehow stayed in exactly the places where the artist put them with over emphasised elegant hand gestures , eventually forming what looked like a traditional Japanese ink drawing of an ocean with a Torii in it.

Stunned by the beauty of the floating picture and considering whether to buy it for home or not, I almost didn’t feel the hand of the pickpocket, slowly sliding over my wrist holo in attempt to transfer some credits with some sort of low level hacking program.

Quickly grabbing the wrist of the wannabe thief I forcefully twisted it around which resulted in a painful yelp from my soon to be prisoner, followed with a panicked “Let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong!”. Raising an eyebrow I looked down at the thieve that was easily a head shorter than me and asked in a disappointed voice “Really? That’s what you are going with?”

Just as a rueful smirk appeared on the thieves face and I grabbed for a restraint band from my belt, the crowd suddenly started screaming in surprise as a human came flying in right through them and the beautiful picture, to land right on one of the artists that smashed into the ground with him.

The crowd quickly parted along the flying corridor of the person, revealing a huge half wolf half man creature that I quickly identified as a Cameronian of sorts. Apparently in the spectator ring next to ours, a pair of Scottish foreigners had been holding a wrestling contest, and something must have gone terribly wrong.

The Cameronian howled a rage filled challenge to the man that had just ruined the lovely picture, and in response to it the thrown man picked himself up from the ground, and started panting like a mad man, his muscles twitching and moving like crazy. With a howl even more rage filled than his challengers, the man suddenly started a painful looking transformation into what would eventually become a Cameronian as well. His muscles started deforming, his joints and bones making snapping noises all over his body and as his face started to grow into a long snout, he also grew in height and muscle mass right before our eyes.

Eventually most of his clothes ripped apart, except for his Quilt which seemed to have been made specifically with a transformation like that in mind, and we could see fur growing all over the Beast man’s body.

Before the Cameronian could finish his transformation, the other one was already rushing towards him through the quickly building corridor. The beast was obviously so furious or ignorant about other people’s lives that he simply stomped over one of the fleeing viewers that didn’t make it out of the way fast enough, the person’s leg breaking with a loud crunching noise followed by a pain riddled squeal from the balding fat business man.

Realizing that if the fight between those two would continue, even more innocent bystanders would get hurt, most of all the artist that still lay at the feet of the second Cameronian, frozen in fear from the transformation happening right in front of him, I sighed in frustration and unsheathed my Tanto that I always had at my side.

Shouting with as much authority as I could I jumped in the path of the onrushing beast “IMPERIAL SERVICE! STOP RIGHT THERE OR I’LL DROP YOU!!”.

Oh how I had wished for my heavy suite of armour right then and there. Obviously the enraged giant Cameronian wasn’t very impressed by my threat, most likely because the blade of my Tanto was barely longer than the claws on his hands, and so it continued to rush on towards his adversary, almost ignoring me if it wasn’t for the fact that he was preparing his right arm to flick me aside.

Now to be honest, what I was about to do was a very VERY bad idea, and almost everyone else would have wasted his live meaninglessly in a situation like that right then and there, and there was a good chance that I would be one of those persons anyways. But to my defence, I have to add that I have been fighting against Caledonians of all sorts for the majority of my recent campaigns, and have faced my fair share of Cameronians as well, giving me experience in fighting them that most others would not have.

So as the giant beast came crashing at me, swinging at me with his trunk like arm and claws, I rolled forward right towards and under the arm that he was swinging at me, avoiding the razor sharp claws by only a hairs width, which I noticed by the fact that I was missing quite a bit of them after the battle was over, and slashed at his ankle with my Tanto.

The masterfully forged blade, a family heirloom for several generations, cut through the creatures skin and muscles like paper, resulting in a pained howl from the creature as it stumbled and fell right next to the other Cameronian.

I was hoping for a moment that the other Cameronian would spare me the trouble and finish off the wounded other one, but no dice, it seemed like the fact that I wounded one of them, somehow remembered the two fools that they were actually on the same side, at least when compared to my side, and so, once the wounded Cameronian made it back to his feet, both of them decided to dash at me.

By this point most of the crowd had left the area, with only the thrill seekers and mad ones remaining within viewing distance, and so I had enough room to push my arm forward and pressing the activation switch on my holo wristband.

At first nothing seemed to happen, and the Cameronians just came crashing onwards towards me, one even smirking at the moronic gesture I was making towards them as if that’d stop them, but then the smirk turned into pain riddled surprised howl as his fur suddenly evaporated, quickly followed by chunks of skin and muscle, and eventually even bone.

The other Cameronian jumped to the side while his comrade quickly disintegrated into bio sludge, quick enough to avoid any major damage, but not fast enough to avoid it completely. Realizing that I had some sort of unseen weapon, a Nanopulser to be precise, the Cameronian snarled at me in anger, and quickly turned around to flee.

He was limping as the Nanites had already begun eating away at one of his legs before he managed to jump away, which, knowing the normal speed of Cameronians, was the only reason I decided to dash after him. Even limping the Cameronian was very fast, his tall stature allowing for extremely long strides, forcing me to run at full speed behind him to keep up.

Seeing me chasing him the half man half creature’s wobbling run took on a frantic nature, which wasn’t exactly typical for Cameronian warriors, but after seeing what had happened to his comrade, was only understandable.

I followed the Cameronian for several minutes, jumping over various obstacles that the beast man threw in my way while doing so. If it wasn’t for my artificially enhanced muscles and lungs I would have had to drop the chase long ago, as a normal human’s constitution simply didn’t stand up to a Cameronian one, but even with those enhancements I was beginning to lose ground on him, even though his wounds where slowing him down as well as he lost more and more blood over time.

Just as I thought I’d have to drop my chase before dying of asphyxiation, the Cameronian turned around a corner into a dark alley way, and as I dashed into the alley way behind him, he was gone.

Instinctively dropping down on the ground to maybe avoid a possible ambush I scanned the alley way, but no matter how I looked at it, the Cameronian wasn’t there anymore. The surrounding buildings where too tall for the creature to jump on, even given their extremely powerful legs, and there was no other obvious way to leave the alley way either.

Out of breath and not happy with the idea of searching through the area almost unarmed and on my own, I did what I should have done long ago before even charging after the Cameronian, I clicked on my holo wristband, and contacted Neon-jo for backup. Maybe the Caledonians had a hideout in the area with some hidden access pointsthat the beast man had used, which ment….it was time for a little recon!