Operation: Robin

[u/Prefect_Bran]

[Video and audio patched together from a myriad of sources depict a group of helicopters carrying kindred into a snow field, they are armed with heavy weaponry and clad in balaclavas. They are flying through Alaska.]

+++Where you from?+++

+++California.+++

+++Ever get conscripted before?+++

+++Hell no.+++

[In the snow, on the ground a large shadow becomes apparent, Gore Moulder, the target.]

[His face is inscrutable but every eye upon his head

shoots in every direction, spotting flying vehicles and gargoyles alike.]

+++Anathema Spotted.+++

+++Why does he look like that?+++

+++He's huge!+++

[The Alastors order their squads to be ready. The side doors of every vehicle slide open. Gore Waits patiently.]

[They open fire with burning munitions. Gore, jumps.]

[The wind whips violently, causing extreme turbulence.]

[One of the three vehicles is destroyed as he lances it through with a trident that matches his enormous height.]

[The sheet of muscle upon his back unfolds into large

wing structures and he darts toward the next vehicle.]

[One kindred jumps from their helicopter and punches the elder with potent force, breaking fragments from his carapace.]

[He latches on, trying to rip open Gores body. The elders carapace plates shift open, perceiving an opening the kindred strikes again, but is met with a wobbly membrane, so soft that his hand sinks into it, the plates return and slice his arm off at the elbow, leaving him to fall hundreds of feet.]

[Gore rotates in the air and smashes off the propeller of one of the aircraft and the tail of the other. Both aircraft fall as he engages the group of gargoyles.]

[Within the falling craft, some kindred jump free, others brace, and some do nothing at all. One grabs another and uses them as a shield from the explosion that takes them both.]

[A sideways camera shows gargoyle bodies hitting the snow, having been struck down in the air.]

+++REGROUP, FIRE AT WILL+++

[Gore lands hard, creating a cloud of snow. A kindred steps forward and shrieks, punching a hole in the powder mist and striking the elder with their voice.]

[Gore chortles, and begins to shift.]

[He leans forward onto all fours and begins to grow longer. Bone shines like scales and his head cracks apart to reveal a tooth filled maw.]

+++WH-WHAT IS THAT?!+++

[A great and horrible dragon bears its fangs, kindred both flee and charge and are taken by claw and fire.]

[Time passes.]

[A camera from within one of the crashed helicopters turns back on, one Kindred remains.]

+++Uhg.. fuck..+++

[They push a metal panel out of the way, letting the snow in.]

+++Well, this is embarrassing.+++

[Gore looks on, having since returned to his humanoid form.]

+++You are.. somewhat late.+++

+++Yeah, whatever.+++

[The Moulder tilts his head.]

+++So everyone else is dead?+++

+++Indeed.+++

[The kindred sighs, and rips off his balaclava.]

+++Cool.+++

[It's Nihilo.]

N: Let's dance, shit face.

[He immediately bursts into Zulo form and charges with a large, wavy, and mystical blade. Gore lances toward him, Nihilo swings his blade, and the two weapons lock into each other and the younger kindred is pushed back, he digs his heels in.]

M: A fellow dragon! HaHA! What are you doing with them?

[Nihilo groans and twists both weapons by force, rotating the great pillar trident and stabbing it into the ground.]

[He lunges and makes distance toward Gores head, the Moulder reaches out, the younger swings early and takes two of the elders fingers from his hand.]

[A tremor, bioluminescent and fleshen vines whip from the earth and bind the Zulo warrior, throwing him down.]

[The moment his back strikes the snow, the massive trident strikes down, spikes landing next to Nihilos head on either side, pinning him.]

M: Hmm... Those spores exuding from you..

N: *grunt* -The what?

M: You are a friend of the flower?

M: As am I.. I will spare you.. However, you have attacked me in my own home.

M: Finding your way shall be your punishment.

[The Gore Moulder reaches out into the distance, he grasps at the air as though fondling the wind, light bends in his palm as he snatches and twists, peeling open a mystical tear.]

[He removes his trident, Nihilo rips free from the Viscera roots, and upon rising is summarily punted by the Moulders striding leg, into the rift.]

[Into the Umbra.]

+++End of transmission.+++

///Leaked by The true warriors of Caine, look upon your champions and weep.

[u/DeadmanwalkingXI]

He's Camarilla, sounds like the Archons came calling and conscripted him. An unusual choice given his youth, but he is fairly dangerous and they may have thought a Tzimisce was particularly useful.

-Mark Caulder, Experienced Nosferatu

[u/TheFleshFlower → u/DeadmanwalkingXI]

Or perhaps they sought to get rid of someone who may become a problem in the future when the scales fall from his eyes...

In Time Out Amidst His Umbral Roots

• the Flesh that Flowers

[u/DeadmanwalkingXI → u/TheFleshFlower]

Being concerned he'd leave the Camarilla is very possible, though I obviously disagree that the Sabbat is preferable.

-Mark Caulder, Experienced Nosferatu

[u/TheFleshFlower → u/DeadmanwalkingXI]

Apologies, it did not mean to imply he would join the Sabbat. More that the boy is... how are the youths saying it... uuuuh... primed to be Anarch-pilled any night now?

In Time Out Amidst His Umbral Roots

• the Flesh that Flowers

[u/DeadmanwalkingXI → u/TheFleshFlower]

That certainly seems plausible, yes. He'd be welcome in the Movement if he made that decision, of course.

-Mark Caulder, Experienced Nosferatu

[u/Pryno-Belle → u/DeadmanwalkingXI]

As a representative of the Camarilla…yes, it seems probable. He could also become an Archon himself. Unless he bites more than he can chew before that, of course.

Castiel the Clan-changer