
The citizens of Nova Eternia do their best to ignore the conflict closing in on the city.

Rooftop lounges are busy. Customers dawdle and delay going to a shelter.

Things seem fine here, what could an enemy want?

Dr Erica Plemons, however, is anything but calm.
"I"m sorry, you WHAT?" she shouts
"We've sent your coordinates to our troops near the city. They should be converging on your position."
"You've given us away! We've lost our only advantage!"
"It wasn't my call."
A member of the crew nearby interrupts the call. "Our systems are contested. Someone is inside the center."
"Are they close?" the doctor asked.
"No idea. They could be anywhere, and this facility is like two square miles. I just know there are breaches all over."
"For fuck sake, control! I told you--"

Dr. Erica's shouts shouts of rage muffle in the workshop below. A worker scans a recently completed APC for defects.

The other is lowered from a lift, the crew satisfied.

The escort hasn't arrived. A single speeder trooper stands by, flirting with an engineer. A mysterious figure remains unnoticed.

An officer leads some troops into the workshop, though not on purpose. "Where even are we, sir?" The magik crystals that power the workshop hum pleasantly.

Andy Anderson, the supervisor in the yellow helmet, supervises the final preparations for the convoy. He knows they don't have the supplies, but they are out of time.


These control consoles look very important.


The controls to the main blastdoors are located both in and outside the workshop.


The side entrance leads to the reception area. Even with the enemy at the gates, some appointments must be kept.

Crash and his remaining troops make their way through an alley.

"We're almost there," he says. The soldiers stack up behind him. One last sprint through to their goal. It can't be that easy.

Two members of the Imperial Magikstrate's special forces carefully make their way toward the office.
"Do you know where we are?" one of them asks the officer.
"This place is a maze," he replies, "hopefully the rest of the unit shows up around here."

Two others quietly open their comms. "We're in a huge work area. Some kind of factory, or something. Anyone close?"

"H̸̦̪͚̥͈͒̓̐̌e̸̲̯̖̠̯̒̔̎̀y̴͕͗ͅ ̷͕̝͉͍̈́̈́̎ͅf̵̗̞̗͙͐̑̋́̓̏u̸̢̪̱̩̥̜͂͛̎̄͐̑c̶̺̥̼̀̌̽ḱ̴̗̟̘͜ę̵̳͛͑̀̀r̶͓̝̥͎͈̺͆̀͗̈́̐͘ŝ̵̹̰͖̘̓̎!" Eldon shouts, flanked by a few Terrorkhan, uninterested in sneaking around like the Imperial Magikstrate.

High above the street is an unassuming Brootalz Kawfee stand...
Or... is it?

"Bwa ha! Let's git it!" the manager shouts, revealing himself to be a War Manager.

From out of nowhere he is surrounded by more Brootalz, banging their chests and making all manner of outrageous noises.

"What are we looking for, again?" a USA soldier asks, peeking around the corner of a dark alley.

"All I know is that it's vital we take it back from these Skion bastards."

They are much closer than they know. What could be in the case?

"I've got an overview of the street," A Luchardsko trooper announces.

The troops form up around him.

Hm, what's this? A box of treasure? Loot, perhaps?

"Okay, you're doing great," the space cop says to the new recruits. "Today we're learning about civil forfeiture. So, we want this box of valuables, and when we find it we're going to just take it. It's all perfectly legal."
The recruits nod, already checking the ammunition in their rifles.

The door to the street level sandwich shop is thrown open. Staff and customers run into the street shouting.

Aha! The restaurant has been commandeered by Irorian forces!

"I see the enemy," C-01 says.

"Roger, roger."
"Roger, roger."
"Roger, roger."
"Roger, roger."

"We've been wandering through here for a long time," the Studland hero says to his forward scouts. "Are we almost out? I'm tired of all the molten steel."

"The door is just up here," they answer, relieved.


Overwatch
Sign ups are "open"
Only two of the starting factions are open for now, unless anyone below backs out. There's plenty of factions up for grabs later, though, so stay tuned.
Skion: Cybrandir
Imperial Magikstrate: reserved for ReddestRover
Immortals: Arkbrik
Brootalz: KommanderKen
USA: reserved for Silent Sigfig
Luchardsko: reserved for Falk the person from Brikwars
Skion's (and the rest of AC) goal is to get the core to the convoy. Everyone else is trying to steal it.
Most factions can expect reinforcements.
Campaign of Heroic Escapades Crossover:
Republic of Studland:
Space Cops: Quantum
Iroria:
Clankers: Braggalot
Menders of Construction: MadMario
First come first serve:
Secret Faction: Duerer
Secret Faction: BoultonPaulDefiant
Secret Faction: JoeCool185
Secret Faction: (Arm)_Paladin
Secret Faction: BenSmallwood
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I'd suggest you reply on Discord if you want a spot. I'll do my best to monitor replies here, also. When everything is finalized I'll get stats sent out and then I'll be ready for orders. Orders will only be accepted on Discord.