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"Please Captain Laura, you're the first person to give me an IOU, i refuse that as i will be doing favors from you instead." Its true. He isnt a person keen of giving the ability to ask someone a favor but instead the other way around. Being ordered around and such has been such a normal thing to him that him ordering, outside of military duties, is completely alien to him. He continues to stay beside her deflecting bullets left and right. As the dust settles and debris set aside with continuous firing from both sides it reveals whats on the other side. "Oh f*ck." Baeusthair clearly spooked on what they saw.
One of the prototype Battlesuits was used and is being used as a form of cover for the other remaining rebels. Inside is the progenitor and the command of this operation. "I want that person out of the battlesuit! dont kill him! im gonna pry out words out of his mouth." He says as his subordinates would simply nod and start focusing fire or eliminating the smaller fry. The Battlesuit would extend its arm cannon and would aim at Baeusthair but before it can do that, a T.H.O.R. unit manages to successfully deploy a emplacement rocket launcher which would continuously fire at both the battlesuit and the rebels.
Thelsma nodded silently, before stepping forward and collecting some of the reddish fluid with a vial and a strip of flesh from the pod with her SIN, storing both in a sealed compartment in her armor. She straightened and stared down at the two with interest, "Unknown. Conversion of Traduitarians into Hive forms while retaining prior features suggests infiltration organisms. Probability that these are the first such organisms is low. Recommend scan and purge of population to eliminate infiltrators.".
The stripper raised an eyebrow, before flicking away her cigarette which flew off and dissolved into purple smoke, "When you put it like that, how could I say no. Where do we start, sugar-top?"
Gable settled his warhammer, pommel on the ground and hand on its head, "Hopefully nothing my hammer can not solve. What is the problem?", before his eyes fell onto the amulet, or rather the lack of it. Gable lowly muttered, "No....".
as she would hear his statement Laura would already seem to focused on the situation at hand, now with the smoke cleared and the opponent of what they are firing at would be clear she'd almost shoot the individual within the suit before hearing him say not to, instead in responce to this she'd try her best to pick off the more smaller targets, all the while speaking towards Baeusthair in the process "Got any Options on how to disable that thing, I'm all Ears'
As she would say that a Group of her forces would attempt to make a push towards the rebelling forces, using the two Orion units as a shield and as a form of suppressing fire as they would approach and push deeper into the area
As much as i hoped it hadn't been the case.. im afraid your statement is correct, and if thats the case leta hope their isnt more of these... Things running around, as the agent would say that he'd turn back towards the Scientific offical looking down at him and observing what he was doing, before speaking towards him
"Got anything else?.. Or is it still the same, from what you said these things are Ours but their asleep, do you know how long they'll stay Asleep for?". In responce the Scientific official would shake his head unable to give a clear estimate or even answer in the mists of him about to get up, one of the entitles would seem to start moving, cause a reaction from the corporal who would almost immediately move towards it and aim his gun, looking back at the rest of them before speaking
His voice clearly in a state of fear and Panic "well I'll tell you what, these things are Asleep.. If this thing gets up, I will use my entire Magazine on these beasts, with or without your order"
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Now hearing her acceptance the mistress would simply smile taking a moment to calm herself as she'd walk around for a moment before speaking "Well... you know where to find me, im certain it wouldn't be that hard to get to where I am currently.. If I were you, makesure you have a passport I dont need you getting caught up in Customs, im certain you've heard of "Colourful" nation called the Militaristic Republic, or as they call themselves the "Unified Republics of Tradus".
He looks around the Battlesuit infront of them. The Battlesuit is slowly tanking the damage from the Rocket Launcher emplacement so he has to think fast. Analyzing the structure of the Battlesuit he can see various sensors on head and chest. Both Cannons are Rotary Gatling Guns and there seems to be a hidden rocket launcher compartment on the shoulders and back. As the T.H.O.R. team continue to throw in support firepower and cover fire for both teams, more rebels would start rushing. Think fast think fast! He notices there is a crane and a bunch of steel-titanium beams on the corner of the bay and seems to be some sort of stock room.
"All right here's the plan, its a temporary one but its gonna be effective as im gonna call in the ship to provide cover fire here, we wont use the main guns just the smaller arms." He would point at the Steal-Titanium beam on the far right corner of the room. "T.H.O.R. team will provide cover fire, get your men to get that beam and position it facing at battlesuit, we're gonna make that a projectile. Shaped Charges or Rockets should suffice if we're gonna throw that huge chunk of metal at the Battlesuit." Baeusthair would then signal them to smoke out and shut the lights temporarily. Night Vision goggles would turn on as rebels dont have them so they blindly fire and they get shot down immediately. "T.H.O.R. team will provide cover fire while you start doing on that."
Zenos, to Myrafiora's fortune, was blushing as well. Her initial comment about liking him more than a lot seemed to save her from false conclusions, not to mention her behavior after was telling. So he just smiled at her, trying to encourage her. Meanwhile, Emperor Maximianus just nodded his head, completely expecting that, it was something that would be rather important in coming times, "Of course! It is only natural that our ruling houses, tied together through marriage, would support eachother in military matters when requested. The Zantine Empire will happily vocally and publicly support your reign, and we will back this up with military support. In exchange, you will assist us should the Empire ever call for it. Otherwise, I have only one other related matter. You just need to promise that you will keep Zenos safe, from dangers related to both the Talmyrox and Zantium. On this personal front I want your guarantee of his safety, said to my face. Once I hear that, everything is settled as far as I am concerned." With a smile he added one more thing, which was said in a more lighthearted manner, "Oh, and with that you'll be free of obligations to stay in here. I'll happily say you have diplomatic matters to attend to, so you can get out of this party."
Tharos and Europa both seemed to take similar stances of getting more information later, and just chipped in to help move the supplies. After all, Cyboar may come through that tear, and these two people were the ones who probably had a ship. They were moving them into a large cargo container. Rei'Bull answered while carrying a heavy box, "Mostly guns and ammo. Explosives too. Heavier gear that we can't get over here due to lack of access, without stealing I guess. But with Cyboar that's very much easier said than done. Plus some food and water. Standard stuff."
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Saffron followed Wettle along, keeping good pace as she moved into the room and towards the table in question. She went to stand with him, and of course she was saddened by the Creach getting to wear the suits. She normally would've preferred to wear the same, but of course she was wearing her dress for this one, to suit the Bezi style that was expected of her. So, while she wished she could copy the creach, she was instead more like the other women. Regardless, Ava's arrival saw Saffron smile, even if she didn't approve of the pipe, "Seems Omnipo wasn't willing to wait! Sadly. But what is done is done. Now the work must begin."
Thankfully for Aurea, this was a Ghost World and all around her was not real. So this bit of collateral damage would be more easily forgiven than the last time this was tried, with the greater issue being the witnesses. Regardless of that problem to be handled later, the great mortar was certainly not expected by the Psion. The creature hadn't the time to throw up more intricate defenses, with only the instinctual shields that came up naturally to defend him from the threat greater than he had expected. But this shield was not enough, and the great bolt fired by Eva shattered it without issue, striking the Psion in the chest. He soon found himself similarly launched into the side of a building, but also with a rather gaping hole in his body as well. Two walls had been destroyed this day.
The Aztecha Expedition's shuttle had been disabled by the Psion's powers, so they were forced to get out of the ship. They did see what happened, and so a number of them ran over to Aurea's position to make sure she was okay, and of course pull her out of the rubble. Meanwhile, the Psion was not yet dead, but his blood had been scattered about. The creature rose from the debris of the building that had covered it, one hand using his powers to keep the wound from bleeding him out. The other hand waved, his telepathic voice ringing out, "[i]I made... a tactical error. But I am not dead yet! And I do intend to fall here. Savor this victory... I want to taste that memory when I come back!" The Psion then blasted the building behind him, disintegrating it entirely, and levitated away very quickly to get to safety. Though of course, if allowed to heal, he certainly intended to return.
The Watrike were being cautious, since a sole survivor in the heart of a nuclear explosion was suspicious all the same. But they were indeed not threatening her, and were simply being careful. Regardless, her information seemed to be good enough, and the Watrike waved forward one of their members. He set up a small shield generator near Solgaleo to protect her from any more radiation, and then got to work using his field medical kit to try and treat her wounds as best he could. The Leading Watrike came over near her too, nodding, "Understood. So it was a missile, this is what was feared. A coordinated attack on the temple. Are you the only survivor? Do you know of any others?" The others were looking around to see if they could find the missile, so they could examine it more closely. If it hadn't been disintegrated by the blast, that is.
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Lady Tarset, who was enjoying the animation herself, did feel some pressure seeing all these things that were under her jurisdiction. She was however rather surprised for Heulyn to suddenly say something which she knew all too well. She got a little sad as she thought on it, deciding to say a few things, "It is rather heavy. I've got a very big legacy on my shoulder, and my father died sooner than expected. So I didn't come into this role at the right time, too early, it's hard. And with all that's been happening, now I have people's lives on the line for my sake." Tarset could tell Heulyn had some measure of understanding, but she didn't intend to pry. If she wasn't talking about it, then perhaps it was something that would only make the Lady Lord's own duties more difficult if she knew.
The Combat Drake grunted, not quite pleased about that response. While he wasn't quite offended by being called a xeno, since most folks didn't respond well to Dragons, the legionary's reasoning was not good enough for him. So his displeasure carried into his voice, "These events do indeed cause quite a bit of concern, but the concern is ours. This area is under Excave's jurisdiction, and so the investigation of these events will be handled by Excave. The interference caused by foreign intervention before we invite you in is quite an additional bit of concern. Not to mention your presence here endangers the lands under your jurisdiction. You should tend to your own areas in case somebody attempts something similar there. Regardless, you may look around, but do not enter any zone locked down by Excave Security."
Excave Security, watching the whole area of ground zero for security purposes, of course detected the Firstborn deployment into the area. Which initially was quite displeasing, for the same reasons that Excave was displeased with the Nephilim Legion just barging into their borders, and they were worried the Firstborn would do the same. However, while they were close Excave decided they didn't need to deploy troops to intercept, thanks to the Firstborn actually showing respect for their borders, which was very much something Iammelonians liked. Thus, soon after, the Firstborn forces were invited to help with the cleaning up if they wished to assist, since Excave felt that by showing respect for the boundaries that the Firstborn could be trusted with just wanting to help.
The OMNI Commander saw the scythe coming, and had a rather simple way of avoiding the rust on most of his equipment. He threw his shield to deflect the scythe, and thus leave it as the only bit of equipment that touched it. Otherwise, his took his blade two-handed and thrust it forward into the Nephilim. Meanwhile, the Revenant was not dead, although he was still weakened thanks to the fact he did still lose his energy. But with what power he did have, he used to support the Commander, infusing the thrusting blade with a spell to pierce magical defenses.
Excave certainly did monitor this, and were confused, but they had bigger issues at the moment and so there wasn't much they could do about it. Meanwhile Tarla was just confused, "Uhm, what was that? Did you do something?"
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The Watrike were similarly honed for this sort of situation, for while none of them were experts at handling ships they all had basic training they could use. The rest was filled in by their training. The other Anubites weren't as useful, but made up the important gap in crew they had nontheless. Lord Dequir was too busy focusing on keeping the Psion asleep, so Eiko's spirit went unnoticed for now. Regardless, as everyone worked, their efforts bore fruit. The ancient vessel came to life once more, blasting hard upwards and into orbit. The defensive fleet moved aside to allow the ship into orbit. Which was good, as the ship was unable to maneuver with any finesse thanks to age and lack of crew. The interference decreased quite a bit as they left Roonos as well, though not entirely. Minor things still occurred. But the one thing that did work that was important was communications, which were functional again. The Watrike got to communicating with the Trikorn fleet, who would assist now in towing the Psion vessel away from the planet, as well as prepare more troops.
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The Blue Augmented waved one of the orange Augmented forward, and they picked up the Vok girl, throwing her over its shoulder. Blue turned back to the Ranger, "Cyboar will handle these things when they come. As for if we are done, for now we are. But if Cyboar calls, you will answer."
Moran started shaking. "I don't know what happened, it was there one moment and then some weird magic formed around it, it wasn't like my dads or anything from heaven, the protection bindings tried to stop it but somehow the magic overcame it and then poof it was gone and oh no oh no oh no oh no." she started muttering as she felt upon the floor and began rocking back and forth.
Jack nodded. “So, mate. Got to ask. How long’s the sentence here?” He said after setting down a box, striking up a cigarette.
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Ava nodded and fixed her glasses, puffing some smoke into the air. “Aye. Poor Tyfrondor. I bet the wee drake’s got enough crap on his platter without ‘aving to worry ‘bout some idiot ole ‘uman gathering some ingrates together and starting a damn insurgency.” The doors on the far side of the room closed, the noise echoed throughout the chamber. The sound of sharp knocks filled the room. The Fatimazda Speaker was pounding a gavel on a spot near her chair.
“I HEARBY CALL THIS EMERGENCY SESSION QUORATE!” She cleared her throat as all the ministers found their seats and quieted down. “Our one and only topic today shall be the matter of allotment to the Iammelonian Civil War. Debate will commence in standard fashion, Affirmative shall go first, Negative second. Then we will vote and hopefully be home in time for supper.” The room chuckled. “So, I’ll start things by-“ A Fatimazda in a grey suit lept to his feet, pointing a claw at Saffron.
“Madam Speaker, I demand to know what-“ He shouted.
“You will quiet down, Minister-“ The Speaker retorted quickly.
“No I shan't! That woman is a non Bezimen! She’s not entitled to attend Sansad meetings!” The grey suited fellow shouted.
“She is an Ambassador!” A conservative yelled back. The gavel filled the room again.
“ORDER! Miss Saffron Siuez will speak in turn with the Affirmative as an independent yet relevant figure to the case at hand.” A few conservatives shouted “here-here.” The grey suited mazda sat down again. Ava leaned over, removing the pipe from her mouth.
“ ‘aving fun there, miss siuez?”
"Mmm... may I have some water please?"
Thelsma moved. The corporal found himself staring at her as she stood directly in front of him and leaned down, "Do not test me, corporal.", before turning back and, with an air of casual nonchalance, grabbed the stirring entity and put it into a chokehold, blocking off air flow and waiting for it to fall back into unconsciousness.
The stripper hummed, "Course I heard of them, sent a few of my proxies there after the FC. Mostly stay in Ter though, not enough strength for expansion."
Gable breathed, then marched over and knelt, furiously whispering, "Mornan, we do not have time for panic or fear. Omulus is coming, the invasion is doomed, we need to go."
Mornan was now a sputtering mess, crying as she muttered back. "No, No, No we can still do this, we can still win. Its nothing, its nothing we can still win damn it!" before she broke down and began sobbing long streams of tears and fell into gables shoulder. "Yo-your right..." she said as she slowly got up.
Tifla, Vulstria
"Containment has failed. We have outbreaks beyond the Harlan district and the situation is escalating beyond our control. Three DC2 containment platoons have been wiped out in the last week alone.". The room of men leaned back in their chairs and muttered amongst themselves, before the man at the head of the table leaned forward and spoke with authority, "It has been six months and we are no closer to a vaccine, let alone a cure. At this point, we need to consider full slash and burn containment measures.". The men exploded into noise, while the man who had spoken first choked and stuttered out, "Bu-but, sir, full slash and burn would mean-""Total liquidation of the infected area, including the entirety of the population regardless of infection status. I am aware of the cost, but we are considering it, not going forth with it."
36 Hours Later
The people were screaming, begging, before the machine gun bucked and spat, scything them down where they stood against an already bloody, pockmarked wall. A few dozen meters away, a solder in hazardous armor torched a building with his flamethrower while another began burning the executed. In another part of town, soldiers in their bright orange DC2 uniforms and armor were firing at a building, only to duck as return fire came out along with three infected. Down the road, a horde of infected were running and leaping around and over vehicles while figures in rotting brown and rusty plate howled and fired as they ran alongside them. A towering ghoul stood atop a vehicle and howled, holding a dead DC2 soldier by his broken neck.
48 Hours Later
An infected stumbled back, gurgling at the crimson spike in its throat, only to tumble to the ground as a crystal blade severed its head from its shoulders. A woman in crystal armor and crimson robes spat to the side, before spinning and cutting down a charging infected. She looked up and laughed, as a figure in white and yellow armor with glowing wings came hurtling towards her. She began to walk, then run and burst into a sprint, laughing as she charged with her saber raised.
Gable huffed and held her close, gently whispering, "We need an exfil, Mornan, we have to get out while we still can."
She slowly stood and sighed and nodded. "But I don't know where we can get an Exfil?, or even how. We have no ships, only a big demon wave that's currently pouring out of the sun," she said.
Gable tilted his head and thought furiously, only to straighten out and mutter something to himself, before he grabbed Mornan by her shoulders and hissed, "Can you make a small portal to hell?".
She blinked twice and slowly nodded. "But I can only keep it up for a short amount of time." she said as she stuck her hands out and scrunched her face up in pain as she struggled but formed a small portal of Hell. "We got a minute." she said as she hopped in. Suddenly the door burst open and Rust stepped in. "My Quee-n the fortress has been de-" Rust stopped as he saw what was going on, and Gable could tell that Rust was starting to breath heavy as his shoulders slowly moved up and down and Rust began making long stride forward.
Gable calmly drew his grenade launcher and aimed at the ceiling, firing a high explosive grenade and causing it to collapse, even as he tilted back into the portal and emerged into hell, shouting, "Close the portal!"
Rust stepped back a bit before he started tearing through the collapsed roof. He was about to the reach the portal before it closed and he let out a shriek as one of his claws were caught in the collapsing portal and cut off. He stepped back and roared.
Mornan breathed a heavy sigh before looking up at Gable. "What do we do now?" she asked.
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