Strathcan Militia - Part 1 - Canadian Military Evolution

Born from the ashes of a broken Canada and tempered in the fires of the Hodgepocalypse, the Strathcan Militia is more than a military—it's a doctrine, a culture, and a survival mechanism. Evolving from decades of underfunded defense policy, experimental augmentation, and post-collapse necessity, the Militia is now the backbone of reclaimed civilization across the central Wastes. Built on grit, ingenuity, and a code of discipline sharper than any bayonet, the Strathcans fuse old-world tactics with jury-rigged pragmatism and psionic readiness. Whether holding the line against aberrations, enforcing fragile order, or training the next generation of fighters, they embody the mantra: Uniforms may fray, but the order holds.

Canadian Military Evolution

In the years before the cataclysm, Canada’s armed forces were already a study in perseverance amid adversity. Hindered by chronic underfunding and hampered by procurement delays that stretched into the absurd, the Canadian Forces adapted not through might of numbers, but through ingenuity and adaptation. With limited tools and fewer luxuries, they leaned heavily on their international partnerships, operating shoulder to shoulder with NATO allies in hot zones abroad and frigid frontiers at home.

The pride of the Forces lay in its elite units—Joint Task Force 2 and the Canadian Special Operations Regiment—who carried not just the burden of warfighting, but the weight of reputation. Simultaneously, a quiet revolution unfolded across the prairies. In unremarkable sheds and low-slung research facilities of rural Saskatchewan, the first whispers of a new breed of soldier—genetically enhanced, surgically precise—began to emerge. These were the earliest forays into what would eventually become the GAHAS: Genetically Augmented Human Advanced Soldiers.

As the world edged closer to collapse through climate calamities and digital warfare, Canada turned inward, reassessing its defense strategy. It was an age of the Smart Soldier. Doctrine shifted toward decentralization, a decision born not from hubris but necessity. Command structures were flattened. Autonomous regional bases dotted the map like lighthouses in a storm. Tiny, deadly, and nimble, these installations became the backbone of the new Canadian military—watched over by drones, supplied by AI-assisted logistics, and increasingly manned by soldiers with subtle augmentations: retinal implants, reflex boosters, and gene-edited stamina.

The first deployment of GAHAS units was in the highlands of northern British Columbia, a campaign against eco-anarchist enclaves who sought to fracture what little order remained. Their success was quiet, clinical, and complete. A message was sent, not with a roar but a whisper.

In time, Canada would rebrand itself once more—not as a global power, nor a junior partner, but as a buffer state of reason, diplomacy, and resilience. The old command structure was reshaped into three great bastions: Edmonton in the west, Winnipeg in the center, and Halifax in the east. It was from these hubs that the Strathcan Military Compact was born—a brotherhood of commands charged with maintaining civil order amid a storm of rising instability. They trained for the new threats: insurgents wielding mysticism, rogue AI enclaves, and the subtle psychic warfare that had begun to surface in whispered rumors.

Then came the Hodgepocalypse. It arrived not as one singular event but as a cavalcade of horrors—dimensional rifts yawning open in cornfields, undead legions marching through oil sands, the very laws of reality unraveling like old yarn. Within seventy-two hours, the federal command had vanished into static. It was Edmonton that endured. From its battered but resolute heart, Protocol Mooseguard was enacted—a last-ditch effort to retreat into the spine of the Rockies, to hold the line.

It was from this chaos that Fortress Edmonton rose. The last true bastion of coordinated resistance, it activated every remaining GAHAS unit, deployed every drone with functioning optics, and re-established contact through ancient uplinks and jury-rigged satellites. In its shadow, the Strathcona Mounted Police emerged, not as a resurrection of the old RCMP but as something entirely new: a rolling engine of government, military, and emergency response, crawling across the post-apocalyptic Canadian landscape in search of order.

The western redoubt—stretching from the burned edges of British Columbia through the shattered plains of Alberta and into the rewilded farmlands of Saskatchewan—was secured in blood and steel. Calgary, drowned and reborn, was rechristened Prairie Oasis: a city of canals, geothermal reactors, and floating markets. Edmonton, ever strange, transformed into Ed-Town, a haven of psychic broadcasting and surreal governance under its dragon-king and the mystic signals of WyrmNet.

Why were these cities spared direct annexation by the Strathcan forces? The answer lies not in weakness, but strength of a different sort. Ed-Town, saturated with psychic feedback and warped by its myths, became too volatile to control—but too valuable to ignore. Jargon’s rule, erratic though it may be, created a strange sort of order that the military chose to partner with, rather than topple. Prairie Oasis, for its part, had evolved into a cyber-mercantile juggernaut, one foot in trade and the other in techno-faith. It was easier to treat it as an ally than an enemy.

Strathcan shifted from conqueror to coordinator. Outposts like the Garrison of Gore, Fort Vermin, and Coal Creek Watchpost became self-sufficient bastions, producing food, screening for psychic threats, and keeping a wary eye on the occult. The doctrine became clear: defend, sustain, and seed. Former soldiers became trainers and tacticians in allied towns. Trade in knowledge became the new currency. Where Strathcan could not dominate, it would inspire.

Today, the Strathcan Militarized Zone stretches like a spine across the continent. Its rule is firm but adaptable, enforced not only through iron but also through conviction and precedent. It is a memory of the old world and a scaffold for the new. And it stands, still, because it remembers why it was built—not to rule, but to hold the line against the dark.

And so they hold.

Strathcan Militia Field Doctrine Manual

Post-Collapse Tactical Framework
Document Code: SMP-BGL-001-HODGE
Issued by Authority of the Strathcan Military Compact Command (SMCC)
For Internal Distribution Only — Clearance Level A3 or Higher

1. Mission Directive

In the aftermath of national collapse, the Strathcan Militia is hereby tasked with sustaining regional security operations under autonomous command. Our doctrine ensures:

• Preservation of territorial integrity across the Northern Shield.
• Protection and transmission of critical pre-Collapse knowledge.
• Active engagement and containment of anomalous, arcane, and psionic threats.
• Restoration of public confidence through consistent military professionalism.

2. Operational Context and Assumptions

• Federal command and unified national logistics are presumed inoperative.
• Regional command structures operate under the Strathcan Military Compact (SMC).
• Conventional military operations now intersect with arcane, ecological, and memetic threats.
• Traditional supply lines are unreliable; units must sustain operations through salvage, repurposing, and local asset acquisition.
• Magical and psychic threats constitute high-frequency engagement scenarios and must be integrated into all tactical considerations.

3. Core Operational Principles

A. Mobility as Force Projection

• Static positions are discouraged unless tactically essential (e.g., settlement defense).
• Standard transportation platforms: light strike vehicles, hoverbikes, retrofitted all-terrain transports.
• Mobile Reaction Forces (MRFs) are prioritized over heavy mechanized deployments.

B. Precision Sniper Doctrine

• All fire teams incorporate certified sharpshooters.
• High-value target disruption (e.g., aberrant casters, enemy command elements) is the primary objective.
• Motto: “One round, one result.”

C. Improvised Warfare & Combat Engineering

• All personnel trained in adaptive combat engineering, including IED rigging, improvised defenses, and emergency repairs.
• Non-conventional weapons (e.g., retooled agricultural implements) are standard issue in Zone Red deployments.
• Each squad must include a minimum of one Combat Engineer (CE) or field-rated Technician.

D. Psychic and Anomalous Defense Protocols

• All leadership candidates undergo mandatory mindscreening at NCO selection stage.
• Routine field assessments for possession, delusion, and aberrant infection.
• Protocol SPECTRE enforced: “Isolate, confirm, incinerate.”

E. Conduct, Bearing, and Civilian Interface

• Uniformity of conduct is non-negotiable. Military decorum is a weapon against collapse.
• Uniforms, code words, saluting protocols, and regimented call signs enforced across all branches.
• SMP must present as defenders, not despots. All personnel act as visible symbols of lawful order.

4. Organizational Components

• Strathcan Military Command (SMC): Central coordination cell, operating from reconditioned pre-Collapse infrastructure.
• Mounted Police Divisions: Enforce military law, maintain checkpoints, and defend psionic sanctums.
• GAHAS Training Corps: Lead combat readiness and bioengineered unit support operations.
• Psychic Sanitation Teams (PSTs): Deploy to zones of high Id Eater resonance for cleansing operations and memetic countermeasures.

Strathcan Militia Rank Structure

“Uniforms may fray, but the order holds.” – SMP Doctrine Primer

Command Tier

These are your decision-makers, planners, and rallying points. Most live in bunkers or command APCs, not barracks.

Rank	Title	Call Sign Tradition	Role
Marshal	Supreme Commander of a theater (rare)	“High [Name]”	Only a handful exist; they coordinate entire regions. Answer only to the Confederated Council (if it still exists).
Brigadier	Base or city garrison commander	“The [Nickname]” (e.g. The Princess, The Shield)	Leads a whole base or critical operation. Often a legend.
Major	Strategic overseer or logistics czar	“Quartermaster [Name]” or “Hammer [Name]”	Oversees supply chains, inter-base protocols, and specialist deployments.
Captain	Officer-in-command for units or zones	“Boss [Name]”	Typically runs recon squads, rapid-response groups, or forward operating camps.

Operations Tier

The real grinders. Veterans, specialists, and field leaders.

Rank	Title	Call Sign Tradition	Role
Lieutenant	Field Officer / Tactical Coordinator	“Postmaster,” “Euclidia,” “Overwatch”	Leads fireteams, commands drills, runs squads, and coordinates missions.
Warrant Officer	Technical & combat expert	“Doc,” “Grinder,” “Fixit”	Specialist in demolitions, medicine, vehicles, or GAHAS systems. Equivalent to a hybrid of NCO and subject expert.
Sergeant	Squad leader / discipline enforcer	“Line Dancer,” “Time Zone,” “Prairie Oyster”	Manages units of 5–10 troopers. Often has personal nicknames used more than rank.
Corporal	Assistant squad leader/apprentice instructor	“Tag,” “Grub,” “Keen”	Trains rookies, handles grunt logistics, or pilots light recon. Promoted after first field survival op.

Enlisted Tier

The backbone. They're the militia that became the machine.

Rank	Title	Notes
Private First Class	Senior soldier	Often develops a reputation or gets a semi-official nickname. Eligible for special training.
Private	General infantry	Performs patrols, guard duty, and grunt labor. Gets assigned training rotations.
Cadet / Recruit	Greenhorn	In training or undergoing psychic clearance. Often lacks uniform or proper equipment.

Special Status Tags

Additional titles and identifiers layered over the rank:

• Psychically Cleared – Has undergone mental screening. Required for internal security.
• Tinker-Class – Recognized as a qualified engineer or fabricator.
• Scout-Marked – Trained in long-range recon or wilderness survival.
• Black Patch – Denotes personnel exposed to aberrant contamination (may require periodic scans).
• G.A.H.A.S. Designation – Augmented operatives are marked by generation: Gen 1–4 (or “Wild Batches” for failed experiments).

Nicknames & Codenames

A cultural feature as much as a functional tool. Every SMP member acquires a call sign once they’ve seen real action. It is:

• Used in the field to maintain morale and identity.
• Often tied to their personality, role, or first successful op.
• May override real names entirely.

Typical Unit Breakdown

Unit Type	Composition	Command Rank
Fireteam	4–6	Sergeant or Corporal
Squad	10–12	Lieutenant
Platoon	30–40	Captain
Garrison	50–150	Brigadier

Tiered Recruitment Streams of the Strathcan Militia

The Strathcan Militia is always in need of personnel—but not just anyone will do. Loyalty, discipline, and mental resilience are prized above raw strength or skill. To maintain order in a fractured world, the Militia sorts its recruits early, drawing from every corner of the wasteland and forging them through rigorous training, harsh trials, and psychic conditioning.

1.     Tag Kids – “The Batch-Born”

The Militia has a policy: no child left to rot. Orphans, war waifs, and children found in cursed zones or among wandering caravans are “tagged” and brought to Garrison Academies—hardened boarding schools hidden behind fortified walls. There, names are replaced with designations like Batch Theta or monikers such as Little Howlers.

Raised from youth to survive the wastes, wield firearms, and resist psychic intrusion, these children grow up inside the system. Some ascend the ranks with grim determination, driven by trauma and a craving for purpose. Others become legends—cult heroes among the troops. But there’s always a tension beneath the surface. Indoctrinated, yet indebted. Loyal, yet haunted. Some desert. Some burn out. Others become zealots.

Character Origin Note: Use the Army Brat background to reflect this path.

2.     Contract Recruits – “The Willing Blades”

Not everyone is raised under the Militia’s eye. Adventurers, ex-mercenaries, or capable defenders of isolated towns may sign a Field Compact—a temporary agreement allowing them to operate as Contract Auxiliaries alongside Militia forces.

It’s a chance to prove themselves… or hang themselves. If successful, they may be offered full ranks and permanent positions. If not, they’re dismissed—sometimes with a handshake, sometimes with a memory wipe, and sometimes with a shallow grave.

3.     Civic Levies – “The Quota-Bound”

Villages under Militia protection are expected to contribute. Under the ancient Frankpledge Doctrine, each settlement must send a yearly quota of able-bodied trainees. For many, this is national service. For others, it's a death sentence.

Few rise to prominence, but it’s the most accessible path for ordinary civilians who want to make a difference—or escape their past.

Character Origin Note: This background fits any "reluctant conscript" or "volunteer patriot" archetype.

4.     Salvaged Operatives – “The Tainted Redeemed”

Not all threats are destroyed. Some are repurposed.

Psychics, mutants, undead, and those warped by the Wastes are sometimes spared execution—salvaged for special operations. With the help of rite-sealing rituals, psychic dampeners, and heavy pharmaceutical cocktails, they are pressed into service as containment troopers, shock units, or trackers.

These individuals are closely monitored and visibly marked. Most wear Black Patches or carry glowing psychic tags, signaling their conditionally safe status to others. The unspoken rule: trust, but verify—and never turn your back.

Mind-Resilience Drills (Psionic Conditioning)

Every recruit, no matter their origin, must pass through the crucible of Mindwall Training—a series of mental resilience trials designed to detect cracks before they can become liabilities. These include:

• Exposure to high-intensity psychic illusions
• Induced nightmare scenarios
• Team-based hallucination simulations

Survival of the body is not enough. Only those who can preserve identity, memory, and command presence under psychic assault are promoted beyond Private.

Those destined for leadership—NCOs and officers—must undergo Possession Lockdown Tests, combining chemical resistance trials and sacred rites to ensure they cannot be puppeted by hostile forces.

Strathcan Militia – Species Composition

While the Strathcan will accept any recruits who can pass the training, there are a few who are particularly noteworthy:

Beaverfolk

They are the militia’s bedrock—literally and figuratively. These stout, small-statured rodent-folk excel in defensive warfare, engineering, and demolition. Hailing from fortified waterside lodges carved into canyons and wetlands, they build with instinct, reinforce with precision, and defend with a stubbornness that borders on mythic. Their love of traps, bunkers, and "sweet rides" makes them a natural fit for Strathcan outposts where lines need to be held and infrastructure must survive the unthinkable.

Dwarves

Dwarves thrive within the Strathcan Militia thanks to their natural discipline, mechanical aptitude, and deep-seated respect for structure and efficiency. Their problem-solving mindset and methodical work ethic make them indispensable in engineering corps, logistics hubs, and artillery detachments. Whether maintaining armored vehicles, fine-tuning field fortifications, or operating heavy gun emplacements, dwarves provide the technical backbone that keeps the militia’s war machine functional and formidable in the chaos of the post-Hodgepocalypse world.

Garter Folk

Garter Folk may seem like unlikely soldiers—sensual, overly friendly, and prone to crowding personal space—but their agility, awareness, and communal instincts make them ideal scouts, saboteurs, and infiltration specialists in the Strathcan Militia. These brightly adorned, snake-like beings thrive in tunnels, ruins, and tight terrain, often serving as “tunnel snakes” who slither behind enemy lines to gather intel or plant explosives. Though their social quirks can unnerve mammalian comrades, their honesty, coordination, and unwavering enthusiasm earn them respect on the battlefield. Whether cracking psionic locks or setting clever traps, a Garterfolk in the field is a wriggling force of nature—and usually the first to tell you exactly how extraordinary their mission was.

Gnomes

Gnomes are the Strathcan Militia’s wildcard intellects—curious, quick-thinking, and indispensable in roles that demand innovation under pressure. Whether coordinating drone strikes, decoding psi-signals, or jury-rigging field upgrades mid-combat, gnomes bring a blend of creativity and precision that keeps the militia ahead of its enemies. Their adaptability makes them ideal comms officers, recon techs, and field artificers, seamlessly filling specialist positions that require both brainpower and bravado in equal measure.

Haraak

Haraak serve as the muscle and grit of the Strathcan Militia—formidable, challenge-driven warriors whose cultural reverence for strength and discipline fits seamlessly into the demands of military life. Their matrilineal society values earned rank through physical trial, making them natural shock troops, vehicle crews, and riot enforcers. Bastion-Class G.A.H.A.S. Haraak, in particular, exemplify the ideal super-soldier: resilient, relentless, and loyal. Whether storming fortifications or anchoring convoys, Haraak are the hard edge of Strathcan's might.

Humans

Humans form the backbone of the Strathcan Militia, leveraging their adaptability, sheer numbers, and deep institutional memory from the pre-Hodgepocalypse era. Often found in command roles, logistics, and front-line infantry, they embody the old-guard traditions and evolving tactics of post-collapse warfare. Their presence ensures continuity, discipline, and structure within the militia, making them the most represented species across officer ranks, veteran units, and technical support divisions.

Little Bear

Little Bears are polite, primal, and fiercely loyal—small bear-like folk who’ve become beloved oddballs within the Strathcan Militia. Though their origins are mysterious, their value is clear: they serve as scouts, medics, supply runners, and morale boosters, often operating in tight-knit “honey hive” teams. Equal parts cuddly and combat-capable, they can gut a mutant with their claws and then throw a surprise jam-and-mead party afterward. Their quirky habits—fur dyeing, sweet trading, and confusing Bear Speak—hide a deep dedication to their squad, whom they treat as family. In a world scarred by the Hodgepocalypse, Little Bears remind even the hardest soldiers that warmth, humor, and stubborn kindness still matter.

Mechanical Life Forms (MLF)

Mechanical Life Forms (MLFs) serve as the Strathcan Militia’s most tireless and unflinching assets—machines forged for war and duty without hesitation. Immune to mutation and emotion, they excel in hazardous zones, long-duration deployments, and precision support roles. Often treated more like equipment than personnel, MLFs are deployed as forward sensors, vehicle AI cores, or remote-controlled firebases, sometimes even in unofficial suicide missions. Their loyalty is unquestioned, their performance consistent, and their presence a chilling reminder that Strathcan’s war never truly sleeps.

Ungo

Ungo join the Strathcan Militia out of a deep sense of duty, often seeking to protect their communities, uphold ancient bonds with humanity, or find purpose in a fractured world. Their immense strength and quiet resolve make them ideal for shock deployments, wilderness patrols, and siege operations. Often serving as rangers, breachers, or silent sentinels on remote fronts, Ungo are valued for their endurance, cold resistance, and ability to strike with overwhelming force. Though they speak little, their loyalty runs deep—once bonded to a squad, an Ungo becomes its unshakable guardian. Their presence inspires allies, unnerves enemies, and stands as a living reminder that some legends walk among us for a reason.

Thornlands - Part 5 - Arsenault Angel Company

 

If you need mercenaries in western Canada, you call the Arsenault Angel Company—or the "Double A Company" in polite circles. Those less polite call them the Arsehole Angels. They are ruthless professionals: direct, precise, and known for fulfilling every contract to the letter, if not always to the spirit. They are not the cheapest mercs around, nor the most charming, but they are the best money you can buy if you need a job done clean and fast.

They’re not beloved across the wastelands of North America, but they’re respected, especially around Prairie Oasis, where their influence is undeniable.

History

Founded over 30 years ago by Agnes Norton Arsenault—ANA to most—she earned legendary status in the Necromantic Wars and was nearly granted citizenship in the DPP. She declined, choosing instead to carve out her destiny in the wreckage of western Canada. With her iron will and military brilliance, she created a legacy.

Settling on a ruined farmstead outside post-apocalyptic Calgary, ANA raised a family and trained them as soldiers. Her offspring became the command staff of her private army, the Arsenault Angel Company, named for their emblem: a reaper-winged skull with a halo and combat knife.

Though officially retired, ANA still trains promising recruits in “The Dungeon”—a subterranean facility beneath their fortified base. Her presence alone can silence a rowdy mess hall. Every grunt has heard the phrase: “If Granny picks you for wet work, you’re already halfway dead—or halfway great.”

Key Members

Agnes Norton Arsenault

Better known as ANA, is the iron spine of the Arsenault Angel Company—the founder, the matriarch, the myth. Thirty years ago, she walked off a battlefield in the Necromantic Wars soaked in blood and holding a broken radio and a plan. She was offered citizenship in the DPP, told them to “shove their gold-plated coffin,” and headed west into the smoke. Outside of Prairie Atlantis, the resettled ruins of Calgary, she built a homestead, a fortress, and a family of warriors there.

ANA doesn’t command anymore—at least not officially. She trains. She teaches. She tests. Her battlefield is now the Dungeon, a grueling training maze beneath Angel’s Grave. Recruits either come out stronger... or not at all. Her face is weathered but sharp, her gait slow but commanding. She looks like someone who’s survived every kind of war—on battlefields, in family dinners, and in her mind. Her voice can silence a riot.

Don’t let the “granny” image fool you. She’s still the most dangerous person in the room. She’s forgotten more battlefield strategy than most commanders ever learn—and she only respects two things: grit and growth.

Her constant companion is Maxine, a massive psychic Maine Coon with thick, ghost-haloed fur and glowing blue eyes. Maxine exudes power the way others breathe—generating ectoplasmic tendrils, shielding allies, and sniffing out lies. She and ANA communicate silently, efficiently, and sometimes unsettlingly. Maxine has been known to corner a trainee mid-lie, sitting quietly on their chest until they confess—or pass out.

ANA’s children call her “Ma.” Her soldiers call her “Boss.” The world calls her “Angel of the Iron West.” And if she ever laces up her boots again, someone's gonna burn for it.

Alwyn “The Joker” Arsenault:

The youngest of the Arsenault brood, the one most likely to turn a battlefield into a stage for slapstick genius. A reluctant warrior with a gift for tactical mischief, Alwyn fights with the flair of a trickster and the precision of someone who could’ve been the best—if she wanted the job. Equal parts daredevil and jester, she’s notorious for wild improvised gear, feints layered in feints, and combat moves that make seasoned vets ask, “Did she just banana-peel that warlord?” Her downtime antics are legendary, from joyriding troop transports to fake memo scams signed “Love, Mom.” Always at her side is Alphie, a tuxedo-patterned telekinetic cat who floats gear, disarms enemies mid-punch, and deadpans harder than most snipers. Together, they’re the heart, humor, and occasional headache of the Angel Company.

Belladonna Arsenault

The Arsenault Angel Company’s undisputed queen of information warfare, morale manipulation, and glam-fueled chaos. Ever-reinventing herself—from leather-clad rockstar general to cybernetic diva technician to the ominous “List-Keeper”—Belladonna weaponizes charisma with surgical precision. On the field, she’s a walking psych-op campaign, dismantling enemy cohesion with taunts, illusions, and viral disinformation while rallying her troops with sheer star power. Her signature is theatrics: smoke machines, misleading broadcasts, enemy troops arguing about who’s "on the list," and morale shattering from the inside out. She’s rarely seen without Velour, her sleek psychic Burmese cat whose empathic sarcasm is so potent it has reportedly caused hallucinations in weak minds. Together, they’re a two-beings propaganda storm with a soundtrack.

Beretta “The Assassin” Arsenault:

She moves like smoke and leaves art like a signature wound. Silent, poised, and unnervingly graceful, she’s the Angel Company’s shadow blade—slipping through defenses, finishing the job, and leaving sprawling murals in spray paint or blood, depending on the mission. Her graffiti isn't just art; it's a warning, a chronicle, and a taunt, often depicting twisted saints, shattered crowns, or cryptic family inside jokes. Beretta speaks rarely, and when she does, it lands like a bullet—cold, precise, and impossible to ignore. Her telepathic British shorthair, Oscar, is her voice often, broadcasting snarky comments, emotional cues, or deadpan quips directly into the minds of nearby allies (or enemies). Together, they’re a perfectly calibrated duet of silence and sting—turning infiltration into performance art, and assassination into a statement.

Eden “Lady Mask” Arsenault

The quiet storm of the family—elegant, elusive, and terrifying when the masks come down. A multi-style melee savant trained in countless martial disciplines, Eden switches combat modes by donning specialized masks—each one unlocking a different stance, rhythm, and brutal philosophy of movement. One moment she’s grappling with surgical restraint, the next she’s a whirlwind of strikes, flowing like silk over razors. But it’s more than muscle memory—there’s something else in the masks. Watching something with her.

Family says she was always gifted. Others say she was always touched. Eden insists it’s just instinct and practice. But her collection of worn, hand-painted masks… whispers sometimes. Each one remembers a fight, a loss, or a lesson. And lately, they’ve started remembering things she doesn’t.

Her companion, Cheshire, is a longhaired phase-walking cat that blinks between shadows and carries “mask memory”—a psychic resonance with the emotional imprint of each mask Eden wears. When she changes style, Cheshire shifts, growling, grinning, or vanishing entirely, together, they operate on a wavelength no one else in the company understands. Eden fights like a legend, moves like a ghost, and trains like someone trying to outrun something inside her.

Georgia “Hammer” Arsenault

Built like a blueprint and hits like a wrecking ball wrapped in compassion. As the Angel Company’s top demolitions expert and structural engineer, she doesn’t just blow things up—she understands them. One long stare, and she can see exactly where to plant charges to bring down a building, collapse a tunnel, or pop the hood off a tank like a beer can. She walks into bunkers with a laser pointer and a tired sigh, marking the stress points like she's sketching a family portrait.

But Georgia isn’t just muscle—she’s quiet, methodical, and almost maternal in her intensity. She drinks black coffee like a sacred ritual and teaches rookies how to disarm a mine while explaining pressure plate philosophy. She doesn't raise her voice, but people clear the room when she does.

Her bonded cat, Penny, is a sleek Siamese with unsettling insight into people's emotional “fault lines.” Together, they make a terrifyingly efficient pair: Georgia cracks structures; Penny cracks psyches.

Leona “Spanner” Arsenault

The miracle mechanic of the Angel Company—the one who looks at a smoking pile of parts and says, “Give me ten minutes and a snack.” She’s the grease-streaked soul of the motor pool, working miracles in coveralls three sizes too big, with a burrito jammed in her mouth and a welding torch in her hands. Equal parts genius and chaos goblin, Spanner doesn’t believe in “can’t”—only in “hasn’t exploded yet.” If it sparks, she can fix it. She can make it spark just for fun if it doesn't spark.

She’s rarely seen without Socket, a tabby cat with a natural static charge and a taste for licking battery packs. Socket’s presence has shorted out entire supply depots—and possibly a few enemy drones. The pair is a walking safety violation and an unspoken reason the vehicle depot runs better than any warzone garage has a right to.

Mittens – Arsenault Angel Company Mascot

“If you pet her, you’d better mean it.”

 

Mittens is more than a mascot—she’s a legend among the Angels. A full-sized Boreal Tiger with psychic invisibility and a mean streak for trespassers, she patrols the animal pens like a velvet-pawed warden. To family, she’s a purring giant who naps on warm truck hoods and tolerates being used as a footrest. She is an invisible judgment made manifest to strangers, seen only when it’s too late.

She rarely moves fast, but when she does, she vanishes mid-pounce and reappears behind her prey. Officers joke that Maxine and Mittens once settled a turf dispute between themselves without anyone ever seeing it. If the perimeter’s breached and Mittens is loose, everyone knows: the Comeback isn't coming—because she already did.

 

Morrigan “Bulldog” Arsenault

Bulldog doesn’t kick down doors, she rips them off the hinges and sends her dogs through first. The Arsenaults’ premier beast-handler and close-quarters specialist, Bulldog is a relentless forward assault operative who trusts animals more than most people—and with good reason. She’s trained everything from feral stalkers to bio-augmented warhounds, and she treats each one like family. Her unit doesn’t just breach—they hunt, moving as one, barking commands, and flanking with practiced fury.

At her side is W00f, an F1d0-class cyber-canine with titanium jaws, integrated radar, and a growl that could shake bones loose. W00f is more than a pet—he’s a partner, built in memory of an old dog that saved her life. They move with synchronized aggression: leap, smash, bark, breach. Morrigan’s command barks are encoded with microtonal psychic pulses, so when she growls “DOWN,” you hit the floor whether you’re canine or not.

She’s broad-shouldered, braided, and deadpan, built like a linebacker who never skips arm day. Her armor is bite-scuffed, dented, and smells faintly of kibble and oil. Off-duty, she’s all quiet warmth, endlessly polishing gear and feeding scraps to her training squad of rescue-mutts.

In combat, she’s the storm in a dog ’s-eye view—fast, loud, and never alone. And if you hear W00f howl before you see them, it’s already too late.

Natalya “Spinebreaker” Arsenault

The wall you hit when you’ve pushed the Angels too far—and she hits back harder. Towering, loud, and built like a freight train with feelings, Natalya is the family’s frontline enforcer and battlefield big sister. She leads from the front with zero patience for cowardice, cruelty, or half-assed punches. Her laughter is as devastating as her body blows, and when she yells “GET OVER HERE,” people do—whether they want to or not.

Besides her proud pink mohawk, her defining feature is a bionic arm scavenged from a ruined Power Armor unit. It's oversized, overpowered, and occasionally autonomous. Sometimes it twitches like it remembers another war, another purpose. Other times, it reacts before she moves—shifting her aim, pulling her to cover, or slugging someone she swears she wasn’t mad at.

Her psychic companion, Purrserker, is a calico with a sixth sense for incoming danger. The cat sits on her shoulder like a war totem, growling moments before a sniper’s scope glints or a mine clicks. They share an eerie bond—part instinct, part trust, part shared battle rage.

Rip “Graveheart” MacLaren

Undead Stuntfighter & Walking Apocalypse

There’s tough, hard to kill, and then there’s Rip “Graveheart” MacLaren, who already died once and returned with more attitude than ever. A former stunt fighter, pro-wrestler, and combat showman, Rip died in a pyrotechnics accident during a militia raid-turned-theatrical production, then got back up and finished the match. Now a full-fledged Kamidaver, Rip serves the Arsenault Angel Company as their rowdiest brawler, their undead hype man, and the only one who insists on cutting promos before a fight.

He dresses like a post-apocalyptic gladiator Highlander—complete with a kilt, boots, a leather harness, and the occasional bandolier of smoke bombs. His weapon is the Kilt-Lifter—a massive, rune-scarred claymore with a pommel made from a chunk of his gravestone. When he swings it, people move. Or explode—or both.

Rip channels his fury and undead resilience into theatrical mayhem. He laughs at pain. He eats flashbangs for breakfast. And if you kill him? He might thank you, then stand back up and return the favor.

Tagging along is Miccheck, a lightweight, semi-sentient utility drone shaped like a floating microphone stand. It records his one-liners, boosts his entrance music, and sometimes provides live commentary, often without anyone's consent. Rip insists it’s just there “to keep the legend alive.” Others suspect it might be the only thing holding what’s left of his sanity together.

Rip “Graveheart” MacLaren isn’t just a soldier. He’s a statement: Death is optional. Hype is mandatory.

Ruth “Chippy” Arsenault:

The eldest of the Arsenault clan, and it shows—in the scars, in the gravel of her voice, and in the hard-won discipline she brings to the battlefield. Gruff, pragmatic, and razor-focused, she’s the current field commander of the Angel Company and the one who’s had to earn every shred of her respect the hard way. She trains squads like a storm drills stone, relentless and shaping. Her orders aren’t flashy, but they work, and when things fall apart, Chippy’s the one pulling people out of the fire with a curse and a backhanded compliment.

But there’s always been a chip on her shoulder—thus the name. Being the eldest means watching the others steal the spotlight: Beretta with her art and precision, Alwyn with her antics and charm, and Natalya's ability to take over a room. Ruth gets the job done, not the glory. And while she’d never say it out loud, it eats at her. What she does say is usually short, direct, and laced with salt.

Her bonded warcat, Matilda, is a mountain of a Maine Coon—battle-hardened, ghost-touched, and utterly loyal. Matilda projects psychic barriers that block bullets and fists alike, and when needed, she manifests ectoplasmic limbs to lay down brutal ghost-knuckle justice. Together, they’re a two-woman tank crew, smashing through breach points, holding ground under fire, and staring down horrors without blinking.

You don’t rise through the Angel Company without blood, dirt, and discipline. Ruth “Chippy” Arsenault bleeds all three. She may not be the favorite, but when the chips are down, she’s who you want calling the shots.

Torrance “Torchy” Arsenault

Torchy isn’t your average medic—she’s a walking contradiction of holy fire, battlefield grit, and zero-patience triage rage. She charges through gunfire with a trauma kit in one hand and a flamethrower in the other, screaming at people to “hold still so I can heal you, dammit!” Born with a rare mutation that allows her to manipulate flames as a surgical tool, Torchy can cauterize wounds instantly, sterilize entire rooms with a sweep of fire, and cook dinner without flinching.

She’s not subtle—but she is sacred. Some say she’s a divine anomaly. Others say she’s angry enough to set miracles on fire until they behave. She treats the wounded with the same intensity she torches her enemies—with love, violence, and an uncanny ability to make both feel a sense of healing.

Always prowling at her feet is Ashpaw, a soot-colored kitten with the eerie ability to “eat” pain. The cat curls around a soldier’s wound, purring like a Geiger counter, and somehow draws the agony out through its whiskers and vanishes it into... something else.

Motor Pool

The Arsenault Angel Motor Pool is where desperation meets ingenuity, wrapped in a dieselpunk aesthetic of scorched steel and improvised warfare. These aren’t factory-made war machines; they’re refitted tractors, repurposed delivery trucks, and salvaged relics of a lost world, reborn as instruments of defiance. Every vehicle carries the scars of its past life and the signature of its rebirth: patchwork armor plating, scorched Arsenault Angel insignias, and black-and-silver paint jobs that flake like old memories. Modular compartments bristle with drone docks, gun nests, and med bays, making each one a rolling expression of battlefield adaptation. And true to Angel tradition, every rig bears a name that hits like a punchline or a power cord—equal parts pro wrestler, heavy metal album, and World War II bomber.

Dust Saint

The Arsenault Angels’ field logistics truck and mobile repair rig are designed as resilient utility vehicles that play essential roles in long-range missions, defensive positions, or recovery operations.

Freightmare

The Arsenault Angels’ signature troop transport and mobile command unit. It’s the standard heavy vehicle you'll see in big deployments—reliable, reinforced, and full of personality.

Jackknife Jess

The Arsenault Angels’ go-to fast attack gun jeep. Designed for recon, flanking, and drive-by suppression, it’s lean, loud, and usually operated by someone with a wild grin and something to prove.

Killdozer

The Arsenault Angels’ brutal assault bulldozer—a battlefield breaker built for urban breaching, area denial, and terrifying show-of-force drives. Plated in tombstone fragments, and with a flame-belching engine, it's less a vehicle and more a moving threat display.

M.U.L.L.E.T.

Mechanized Utility Load Lifter & Emergency Transport (or M.U.L.L.E.T.), the Arsenault Angels’ experimental walker transport. It's a bipedal beast of burden, repurposed for field rescues, cargo hauls, and stomping through the kind of terrain that would strand a tank.

Rebuttal

The Arsenault Angels’ enforcer pickup—a brute-force riot rig built for crowd control, smash-through assaults, and battlefield intimidation. It’s the vehicle that doesn’t just arrive, it announces itself with smoke, sirens, and the sound of something being flattened.

Tap Out

The Arsenault Angels’ flatbed gun platform/sniper nest, operated by elite sharpshooters like Beretta or Belladonna. It's half-mobile death perch, half-battlefield chessboard—designed to lock down lanes, deny airspace, and take the high ground wherever it parks.

Wingclipper

The Arsenault Angels’ light scout motorbike. This stripped-down, turbo-fused ride is made for lightning recon runs, risky courier missions, and rookies trying to prove they’re tough enough to hang with the legends.

Angel’s Grave

“Home is where the guns are oiled, the mess smells of beans, and the cat might be psychic.”

Set on a lonely hill overlooking the scorched plains near Prairie Oasis, Angel’s Grave is equal parts fortress, homestead, and proving ground. The old red-brick farmhouse—once someone's dream retirement property—is now the beating heart of one of Western Canada’s most infamous mercenary companies.

A patchwork of military engineering, scavenger genius, and psychic warding keeps the place tight, weird, and unbreakable.

1. Main Compound (“The Keep”)

A rugged farmhouse reinforced with armor plates, concrete patches, and occasional graffiti. It's the core of Angel operations.

• Command Center: Housed in the attic and upper floors, with radar dishes, encrypted comms, and strategy boards littered with pins and notes.
• Barracks: Spartan sleeping quarters for regulars and temporary bunks for recruits.
• Mess Hall: Giant stove. Always something bubbling. Cards and cat hair everywhere.
• Armory: Steel-reinforced. Voiceprint + code locked. Stocked with rifles, pistols, and the occasional antique saber.

2. Training Grounds

Directly downhill from the Keep, the grounds are loud, muddy, and brutal.

• Obstacle Course: Mud pits, barbed wire crawls, rope climbs, and the infamous “car chassis maze.”
• Firing Range: Targets (paper, steel, and sometimes robotic) lined up for ranged drills.
• Simulation Arena: Open field with adjustable cover. Often used for tactical mock battles, LARP-style melee training, or “dumb cousin wrestling matches.”

3. Vehicle Depot

A half-buried Quonset hut and some tarped garages house the Angels’ mobility.

• Garage: Tools, welders, oil stains, and two mechanics always arguing over torque settings.
• Storage: Fuel drums, tires, ammo crates, scavenged parts, and an old satellite dish converted into a barbecue.

4. Animal Pens

Behind the main building is a rough-shod collection of pens and cages.

• Boreal Tiger Enclosure: For Mittens, the company's mascot and last-resort security system. It is giant, cuddly with family, and murderous with strangers.
• Stables: Contain bionic snow-cats, hardy moose-mounts, and a few "chimeric experiments" too stubborn to die.

5. Perimeter Defenses

The hill may look like a scrap pile—but it’s a kill zone in disguise.

• Watchtowers: Two primary and two auxiliary towers equipped with spotlights and scoped rifles.
• Trenches & Barriers: Sandbags, tire stacks, welded steel traps.
• Sensor Arrays: Psychic motion sensors, pressure plates, old-school tripwire alarms. Cats monitor some.

“The Dungeon”

A simulated combat zone designed to test recruits. It measures performance by using illusions, robots, oozes, paintballs, and psychological stress. Successful runs get you full recruitment. Failures mean another few weeks of KP duty and trying again.

Use of the Dungeon is mandatory for all rookies and any mercs who "get too cocky."

Purpose: Test tactics, teamwork, stress resilience, and innovation
Format: 5-Room Dungeon, modular, recycled obstacles

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Training Dungeon Layout

• Entry Hall: Graffitied walls, metal grates. An intercom issues distorted orders. Dim light. Cats watch.

Room 1: Guardian Hall

• Challenge: RC Racers of Doom (tiny explosive drones), Laser Gophers (housed in turrets that fire light beams)
• Goal: Survive waves for 3 minutes.
• Fail Penalty: 1 level of exhaustion (or bruised pride and singed eyebrows).

Room 2: Puzzle Chamber

• Challenge: Disarm a timed “bomb” (paint-filled water balloon rig).
• Catch: Clues are scattered in illusions. Team members outside the room must guide the one inside.

Room 3: The Setback

• Challenge: A bridge over a pit. Crossing triggers mud geysers, narrow balance beams.
• Optional: Shortcut that requires grappling up a wall. Fail = exhaustion.

Room 4: The Boss Fight

• Enemy: A Thunder Bat (rubber-suited Angel in a jetpack using rubber explosives and a sound cannon).
• Goal: Defeat or force retreat. Working together is required.

Room 5: Revelation & Reward

• Reward: Access code to official Angel locker, gear package, and name on the board.
• Twist: A psychic illusion shows what kind of leader/failure you might become—your "future self" taunts you.

Notable Features

• Breakroom: Half-bar, half-supply depot, where off-duty Angels play cards, grill meat, and share scars.
• Training Zones: Includes a “paintball killhouse,” “mud & wire” crawl zone, and a remote obstacle course on old farmland.
• “Family Hall”: Honors fallen Angels, especially kin.

Standard Operating Procedures (SOPs)

“We fight smart. We fight sharp. We fight for family.”

The Angels number roughly 400, with about 60% being support staff. Uniforms are black and silver urban camo, customized with survival tricks and family markings. The Family Book, a heavily redacted and handwritten military manual, is passed down through bloodline and battlefield loyalty.

Tactics use a mix of scavenged vehicles and surprisingly intact military-grade equipment to emphasize electronic warfare, ambushes, and overwhelming firepower. Key to their battlefield advantage is their use of psychic cats, bonded to officer-grade Angels. These felines offer mental coordination, telepathic recon, and battlefield disruption, making infiltration nearly impossible.

The Angels are a free company that sells its services but retains autonomy. Their cohesion, forged in blood and kinship, makes them formidable and hard to replicate. Outsiders sometimes complain about nepotism, but the unit's precision silences most of these concerns.

The following procedures are considered baseline for any operation run under the Arsenault Angel Company banner. Failure to comply will result in disciplinary action, reassignment to KP duty, or a one-on-one review with ANA herself (which you won’t like).

Chain of Command

• Field Command falls to Ruth “Chippy” Arsenault unless otherwise delegated.
• ANA retains override authority on all mission-critical decisions—no exceptions.
• Squad Leaders are empowered to make moment-to-moment battlefield decisions but must submit to after-action reviews (AARs) within 24 hours of return.

Loadout & Gear Protocol

• Standard Kit includes trauma pack, psychic ward badge, 2-day ration bar, black/silver field fatigues.
• Cats and Drones are to be assigned before deployment and logged with HQ via the Gear & Beings Manifest.
• No unauthorized weapon mods without Spanner's sign-off unless actively under fire. (Yes, that includes adding more flamethrowers.)

Operational Conduct

• Merc Work, Not Murder: We fulfill the contract to the letter, not the grave. Civilians are non-targets unless flagged by Command.
• Disinformation Is a Tool: If you are not certified by Belladonna, do not attempt psychological operations in the field.
• No Solo Glory Runs: We win or lose as a squad. Violators will be dropped into the Dungeon on hard mode.

Field Command Assets

• Combat Cats must always remain within the telepathic line of their bond-partner unless acting as recon.
• Auto-Turrets should be deployed only under fire or during siege conditions.
• Miccheck and other support drones are exempt from "no chatter" rules due to their morale function.

Recovery & Extraction

• If wounded, signal your cat or drone via synced pulse.
• If captured, initiate Protocol Cold Halo: transmit kill-code if under duress to prevent intel leakage.
• Extraction priority follows mission asset > bonded feline > Arsenault bloodline > standard personnel.

Base Discipline

• Angel’s Grave is both home and proving ground. Treat it as both.
• No tagging over Beretta’s murals unless you want to duel a shadow in your sleep.
• Maxine has final say in barracks disputes. Do not argue with the cat.

Promotion Protocol

• No one makes an officer without Dungeon clearance, 3+ successful contracts, and a nod from at least two siblings.
• ANA may waive any requirement on a whim. She rarely does.

Code Black (Company-Wide Emergency)

If Angel's Grave is under siege:

1. Secure the Dungeon entrance
2. Release Mittens
3. Activate the Comeback if compromised

The Comeback

Codename: Operation Halo Echo
Classification: Company-Wide Asset / Last-Resort Countermeasure
Status: Buried, sealed, and completely denied by official channels

“If you hear the phrase ‘we’re bringing the Comeback,’ you’d better be praying or running.”
—Ruth “Chippy” Arsenault

Beneath Angel’s Grave, deeper even than the Dungeon, lies something ancient, armored, and profoundly modified. The Comeback isn’t a vehicle. It’s a weaponized legacy. It is the Company's ace in the apocalypse, constructed in secret during the final years of the Necromantic Wars by ANA herself. Half-forgotten tech, half-cursed relic, and all Angel-grade stubbornness, The Comeback exists for one purpose:

To remind the world that you never attack the Arsenaults at home.

What It Might Be (Rumors Abound)

• A buried mech grown into the hill, psychically tuned to ANA’s bloodline, waiting to awaken.
• A mobile base-on-tracks that unfolds like a fortress on spider legs, armed with turret arrays and sonic denial fields.
• A long-range teleportation bomb that warps returning veteran Angels into strategic combat positions across the perimeter.
• A hollowed-out nuclear train car, now a living weapons platform powered by something psionic and wrong.

Operational Effects

When deployed:

• Psychic cats throughout the company become agitated or eerily silent.
• Radio static in the region syncs into strange harmonics, broadcasting old Angel chants or funeral rites.
• All remaining defenses at Angel’s Grave reroute power and defensive protocol to “Hold Pattern: Iron Halo.”

Deployment Conditions

• Authorized only by ANA or a unanimous sibling command vote.
• Requires coded blood print from three family officers to activate.
• Last used: never officially. But veterans whisper about a night when a raider gang base in Moose Jaw was erased from maps.

Tagline on the internal door:
“Welcome to the Comeback. If you’re reading this, we’re out of patience.”

Hiring the Arsenault Angel Company

“We don’t do ‘cheap.’ We do ‘done.’”
—Beretta Arsenault

The Arsenault Angels don't take just any job. Contracting them requires more than money—it requires trust, leverage, or family ties. Here’s how outsiders typically secure their services:

How to Initiate a Contract

• Step 1: Send a representative to Angel’s Grave in person. No contracts over the radio.
• Step 2: Offer terms:
• Cash (or equivalent trade goods)
• Favors (military intel, sabotage, transport rights)
• Reputation Exchange (evident a bounty, avenge a fallen Angel, etc.)
• Step 3: Undergo “the Interview” — a psychic background check performed by one of the Cats.
• Step 4: Contract is approved or denied by:
• ANA (for personal favors)
• Chippy (for battlefield ops)
• Belladonna (for psywar/espionage)

If the Angels decline your job, that decision is final—unless something changes the stakes.

Pricing Tiers

(As priced in barter, supplies, or equivalent treasure.)

Tier	Services	Cost (GB)
Tier 1	1–3 Mercs (Rookie or Veteran)	500–2,000
Tier 2	Squad (5–8 + support cat or drone)	5,000+ or trade of equal value
Tier 3	Full Strike Force (15+ with vehicle or elite siblings)	Requires favor from ANA or a major factional alliance
“Family Rate”	If you save an Arsenault, complete a contract for them, or marry into the clan.	Discounted rate, better gear, shared loyalty, or backup in a crisis

 

Perks of Hiring the Angels

Perk	Description
Reliable	Mission gets done. No whining, no shortcuts.
Psychic Intel	Cats may detect ambushes, lies, or magical interference.
Family Network	Gain access to black market arms, modded vehicles, and repair bays.
Morale Boost	Allies get +1 to WIS saving throws and intimidation when fighting with the Angels.
Iconic Arrival	When they arrive, they arrive hard. Wasteside legends travel fast.

 

Risks of Breaking a Contract

• Immediate retaliation by strike team
• Blacklisting in Prairie Oasis and related regions
• Rumor War: Belladonna starts the whisper campaign
• “Family Visit”: ANA shows up at your base. No one speaks. She leaves with something.

Arsenault Mercenary Contract Hooks

1. Operation Smokestack Siren (Urban Extraction)

A rogue Cat has gone into hiding inside a flooded karaoke bar in the ruins of Prairie Atlantis—the problem is, they’ve hacked into half the city’s old alert systems. Extract the target alive before rival bounty teams or Cybercult reclaim them first.

2. Fire Line at Foxtrot Gulch (Borderland Escort)

A refugee caravan is carrying an unstable ley crystal across disputed territory. The Angels must escort the caravan through Ember Court warbands, irradiated thunderstorms, and a gang of ex-mercenaries with a grudge.

3. Dead Drop in the Pale Gut (Retrieval Mission)

An encrypted drive buried in the Pale Gut has started broadcasting strange signals. It belonged to a fallen Arsenault officer. Is it salvageable data... or a psychic trap?

4. Ashcoil’s Tongue (Sabotage Mission - Ember Court)

The Ember Court has begun channeling geothermal heat into a living siege engine called the Scorch Maw. The Angels are hired to disable the construct—or better yet, steal it and walk it out through fire and fury.

5. Ritual Run: Broken Circle (Field Ritual Defense)

A village north of Moose Jaw is attempting a resurrection ritual to bring back their fallen Stewart. The ritual site is protected by runes, but also draws the attention of predators, ghosts, and fey. Protect the circle—or stop it if it goes wrong.

6. Tomb Raid on Red Hill (Wetwork & Moral Dilemma)

The Angels are tasked with securing a haunted pre-Revelations bunker believed to house a powerful psi-tech prototype. Problem: It’s protected by sentient AI drones and children’s voices on the comms. Is it abandoned… or bait?

7. Shadows Over Mudtown (Counterinsurgency)

A frontier settlement claims to be under siege by “whispering shapes” from the treeline. The Angels are hired to investigate—but the attackers are shapeshifted Feylin rebels acting out an ancient play that may rewrite local reality.

8. Black Book Op: No Witnesses (Gray Morality, High Stakes)

A former Arsenault associate has defected to a foreign warlord and is leaking field secrets. ANA herself quietly greenlights a no-questions-asked team to “clean the board.” Success means honor. Failure means deniability.

9. Drop Zone: Dustveil Ridge (High-Altitude Assault)

A derailed sky-train is trapped on an elevated rail above Dustveil Ridge with tech too valuable to fall into enemy hands. The Angels must para-drop, clear the wreck, and evac survivors before raiders swarm.

10. Showdown at Devil’s Culvert (Rival Merc vs. Merc)

A rival mercenary outfit, known as the Iron Gospel, has seized a key refueling point and is charging extortionate tolls. The Angels are paid to negotiate terms... or remind the world why the Rebuttal has a cowcatcher.

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