"Sure, sure. Take all the time you want!~" Flashing a thumbs up and congratulating herself for managing to snare(?) her potential target with her totally amazing(?) sales pitch, the grown woman gave herself a few seconds of low volume mad cackling before a question from Mako brought her back to reality. "Ah no, Mahora Gakuen isn't built on a ship. It's based on land however close to the water front it is, somewhat close to rivers leading towards Tokyo Bay. Though schools built on ships... how big would such a vessel be..." Imagining the scene of such a super tanker sailing around with an entire campus and maybe more facilities on it, Haruna's interest was stoked even more.
"Ohoho, straight to business I see.~" Playfully stroking his beard and eyeing the two newcomers with a jovial air, the elderly man with a gourd-shaped head simply chuckled at the brashness of youth before waving his hand. A green haired ninja that looked suspiciously like the one currently entertaining Akihiko and Vergil appeared in the unmanned corner of the room, her smiling face and slit eyes mirroring that that of Konoemon's expression. A twirl of her scarf later and what looked like a rather dense treasure chest smashed out of its depths like a magician making something appear with a strip of fabric.
Said wooden chest looked exactly like a stereotypical portrayal of a pirate's buried treasure, the thing's lid being propped open to reveal the insides containing various jewels among a nearly overflowing pile of Spanish gold doubloons. "I was about to offer you people a suitcase full of wads of cash but then I realized that the economy in this Battleworld might not have currencies we were familiar with hence the gold standard as a substitute. You people DO take gold right?" The stately geezer asked with a bit of a teasing probe, gesturing at the chest. "Feel free to test the goods for authenticity. if you'd like to be reimbursed in other payments, just ask and we'll work out an alternate deal."
"Ranko Tendo." A muffled response came from the girl with the stereotypical Japanese handkerchief mask, a satisfied grunt coming out of her throat after she securely buckled in Dokuro between herself and Damian Wayne. The pseudonym that was often used in the past came in handy at the current moment, coming out natural since she had gone by that name enough times to be comfortable with using it. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the mention of the surname Kuno and convincing herself that the man in question was much too sane to be related to those particular nutjobs back in Nerima,
Peering through the window with a thoughtful look to take in the sights for a moment and also to compose her next question. Her body though relaxed looking as it was in her soft-boned position was actually ready to spring into action at the barest hint of ill intent, her hand ready shoot out and press into certain accupoints on the officers' neck to rob them of consciousness should push come to shove. But for now, she would let herself semi-relax and enjoy the calmness that was ever so rare in her life.
"So y'all were following us by satellites then. Sounds like something outta an anime." Hailing from an agricultural district of the Tokyo area during the 80s, it made sense that the girl was a bit behind in terms of technology than the rest of the people in the vehicle. "Also gotta say, you guys ain't so bad. The other peeps were a bit too trigger happy fer my tastes. Sorry for wailing on them though. Anyways, you gonna bring us to some sorta big cheese or something?" Waving her short legs and acting much more like a young teen her age was supposed to be, she stuck a big contrast against the violent kneecap smasher from earlier.
"U-uohhh?! Y-you're alive?!" Looking around wildly and finding that there were a lot more survivors than previously thought (even if the number was also much lower than it used to be), the girl froze in place yet again before her face scrunched up and sobs were barely held back. "N-no, I'm fine. J-just glad there were people still around..." Looking sincerely relieved that there was enough people still breathing, the mechanican took several deep breaths to steady herself before a firmer will could be seen in her eyes. "Anything I can help with?"
Vampire Hunter
Dracula & Death, Imperial Camp, Castlevania
Dracula looked up at the retreating shuttle with surprise on his face. He then looked rather annoyed and crossed his arms.
"Fine!" Dracula said, clearly angry at what had just happened. "Death, Igor... Take their weapons and escort them to the dungeon!"
As Death and Igor began claiming the blaster rifles from the surrendering Stormtroopers, Dracula did not want to admit that fleeing in the shuttle was a damn good answer.
Sypha, Folkestone Air Base
When she noticed the commotion surrounding the portal, Sypha stood up and began walking over towards it, expecting Shirley to follow. Eventually, she saw a few familar faces over at the portal.
"Mr. Dresden! Ms. Carpenter!" Sypha said in surprise at seeing them at the portal, and looked for Lady. "Lady is not with you?"
"They are allies of Lady and mine," Sypha explained to the soldiers there before looking over Batman, seemingly offended by his bat-themed outfit.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Boss nodded as the man asked for their names and which chunk they belonged to.
"I am Sergeant First Class Delta Three-Eight, squad leader of the independent chunkless group known as Delta Squad. This here is Delta Six-Two and Delta Four-Oh."
Boss found it best to hide their former allegiances to the Republic. It might end badly if they found out that the Republic was turned into a parasitic shell of it's former self.
"Orrr Boss, Scorch and Fixer, if you all find numerical names too hard to remember."
Arcade Gannon - Dreemurr Residence
Arcade had met up with the prince and his two associates and had explained what he saw in the hallway, "I saw someone with the Empire, she wanted to ask for a diplomatic solution, and all of a sudden, she just ran away. Definitely sure that something's wrong." He hoped that it wasn't something big like one of those giant Star Destroyers or something, but at least something less irreparable.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
Asriel hoped against hope that the Empire was surrendering and/or being packed away, but he knew that Vida's turnaround could mean only one thing: making way for something really bad for the Underground. "Should we follow her? Maybe try and catch her, get her to say what's going on?"
When Sev, or the hollow automaton wearing his flesh now, prepared to fire on Undyne, she crossed her arms in front of her head, bracing for impact. Imagine her disappointment when the shots only skimmed her sides, and the boy wonder pushed her back with an order to stand down. In her bloodthirsty state, Undyne first thought that both the humans were playing some kind of mind game to get her guard down, and she had half a mind to skewer Nightwing there and then. The only thing to give her pause was Asgore bursting through the Resort doors and hurrying down to see them.
"Undyne! I heard gunfire, what's..." Asgore heard what Nightwing was saying to Sev, saw the stiff, cold manner of the clone trooper, and raised a hand to his mouth in shock. "Oh no..."
Did you know this section has a character limit?
James Bond - Leaving, on a Spaceship, don't know when I'll be back again, IFOBMIS
Bond glanced at Solo through his window, before turning his attention to his phone.
"We'll be heading to Folkestone as soon as this conversation is over. From there, I supposed we'll have to organize our assault. If you feel like joining us, go to Folkestone through the common room. Bond out."
Bond stepped out of the car, dropping a phone into the passenger seat before shutting the door behind him. He stepped in front of Red Hood, and looked the man dead in the approximate location of his eyes.
"Q, drive the 750 back. You'll find my movements stopped for several minutes a while back. Send some techies here and there, grab what they can and run before our headless chicken tries to come home to roost."
Or, y'know, dead in the approximate location of his helmet camera.
The car started it's engine of it's own accord, and started driving back in the direction of the Mitakihara portal.
"Oh, and Q? Send a few things through to Folkestone. Whatever you think I'd need."
Bond turned away from Red Hood without another word, before taking a step towards Lady and holding what appeared to be a toy.png/revision/latest?cb=20121128220806){kind=small}
out to her.
"Laser rifle." He explained. "Guaranteed to work in the vacuum of space. I can't exactly use two at the same time, and I prefer the pistol.
"
Martial Arcs - Thank Oum for Aura, Genosha Palace
The poor Stormtrooper barely had time to scramble. In seconds, Ren had straddled him, and slammed the blade tip of one of his pistols between the outstretched fingers of his hand. The other pistol soon had it's blade pressed lightly to the man's neck, and the barrel pointing at his skull.
Jaune, meanwhile, had worse luck. Seeing the object fly overhead, and hearing the thunk, he turned around to look at it.
"...aww, come on!"
He raised his shield to protect himself from the blast, but the force had to go somewhere, and that somewhere was "sending Jaune flying through the air and into the final stairs-bound Stormtrooper".
Nora - Thunderstuck, Genosha Streets
And there went the cover. Nora spotted Maki's handprints on the bus shelter, and took the tactical decision to let him handle himself and smash the big things first.
So, after making sure there were no civilians or friendlies close by, the grenade launcher came off her back, and after a quick hop, she fired it.
Directly into the ground under her feet.
Soaring into the air like a majestic piece of shrapnel, Nora twirled Magnhild, switching the grenade launcher into a warhammer, before bringing it and herself down onto one of the tanks.
The impact alone was enough to rend metal. The grenade she fired from the warhammer's faceplate point-blank into the impact zone was just the cherry on top.
Her own grenade explosion flung her away from the tank, this time in a more horizontal direction. She skidded to a halt, tearing up more of the asphalt than a short girl in hi-top sneakers should, before leaping under the AT-AT and taking a swing (to be grenade-enhanced on impact) at one of the lumbering vehicle's legs.
It might not be Cardin, but she could still break it's legs. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
I have a plan.
The Institute — Interior
The giant 'droid' that had been unleashing a rain of fire upon the Imperials finally met its match with the Dark Troopers. The blaster cannons still didn't seem to make much of an effect upon the machine's armor, until it suddenly stopped spaying bullets and paused.
"PRIMARY SYSTEMS HAVE SUSTAINED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE."
The large robot then suddenly shut down, lowering its 'torso' towards the ground. More and more steam was released from its body, and its dusty gunmetal body began to glow a bright orange hue from heat. Then its body started to generate blue arcs of electricity.
Q2-22, still hiding in cover, put his hands on his ears and grimaced. He was right to, as the droid suddenly exploded. The dark corridors of the old CIT robotics facility suddenly lit up in a flash of light, and all manner of garbage and debris was flung across the gritty halls.
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"
Sev stared at Nightwing, not giving him a response whatsoever when he finished speaking.
A small blue blade appeared
stealthily from Sev's left knuckle plate, as Sev immediately attempted to impale the knuckle plate vibroblade onto Nightwing's gut.
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The Grand Re-Vizier
Batman was relieved to see that they were expected. After all he would hate to have to make a bad impression by taking these soldiers out. Dresden and his apprentice seemed to know these people as well, so it hardly seemed warranted. One of the girls with their wary escort seemed particularly bothered by his appearance. Well, if she had something against bats, Bruce couldn't exactly blame her. Similar reasons combined with a little bit of...well whether coincidence or fate wasn't clear but either way severe bloodloss had contributed and Batman had resulted. He introduced himself along with the clone troopers once asked.
"I'm called Batman, it's a codename and no, I'm not some sort of vampire or humanoid bat. Not most of the time anyways."
He didn't change his tone or smile at the joke, let them think what they would. Besides, after all he'd been through it was hardly a real joke to begin with
"So, where are we meeting this shuttle to take us to the Death Star?"
Damian scowled and crossed his arms as they asked his identity.
"My codename is Robin, that's all you'll get out of me. Now where are you taking us and what's this plan you two peerless luminaries of law enforcement were so eager to sell to us?"
He would never, ever admit it, but the fact that the authorities here had some form of surveillance he'd been unable to detect had him sulking, frustrated with himself for not doing a better job in terms of evasion and finding the...unusual measures that people from other worlds might be able to take to track him. He would do better, would need to do better if he was going to survive on this Battleworld.
He glanced over at this 'Ranko' with suspicion, as well as at the child seated between the two of them, not particularly trusting either one of them just because they'd done a good job fighting the police and the empire. Anyone who could vanish from detection by him of all people certainly couldn't be entirely trusted. What other bizarre abilities or truths about herself was this girl hiding. It pained him to admit it, even to himself, but as of now he couldn't get a read on her.
"I could've handled myself fine back there by the way and I didn't need you jumping in, pigtails."
Welllll that wasn't good. Only decades of training kept Nightwing's senses and reflexes sharp enough to dodge the killshot of the expertly delivered concealed blade. He twisted to the side and felt a hot, shallow line of pain trail across his abs, cursing inwardly that of course some sci-fi spaceblade would be capable of cutting through his suit. He used to torque of the evasion to deliver a low and close sweep, grasping at the bladed wrist and forearm and tugging to further off-balance Sev as he spun and turn his close-in momentum into a throw while acting on pure training.
It probably wouldn't neutralize the Clone, but Nightwing was hesitant about knocking him out in his current state. Better to shadow him back to the Empire if possible and find a way to free him from their control there. Besides, he might gain some useful information if Sev reported in.
"Yeah yeah, like you're really any better, Space Cowboy. I mean really. You're gonna say that when you're named 'Han Solo'? Seriously, what choices did you turn down first? Lars Lonestar? Butch Spacethrust? Did you pick it from a movie when you were nine or something? At least Red Hood as a code-name has class. Either way, you're the guy flying the ship right? What are we waitin' for, another sinister global announcement? Let's go!"
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One Brunch Man
New Hell
Celty was only half-listening, attempting to call back Shinra as she paced back and forth, only to get an earful of the sickeningly cutesy-poo answering message that he absolutely refused to change. "...and if you want to leave a message at the house of love, leave a message after the kiss. Mwah! Beeeeep"
Celty's hand pressed to the base of her neck in a show of frustration, shaking her stump back and forth. How could she have let this happen? Letting Shinra get into hot water because she was busy bailing out Izaya?! Celty continued to shake her "head" even as she took Trevor's advice, shoulders slumping in a show of concession before she resumed typing. I'm not going to force you to come, Trevor, and I understand why you don't want to. She showed her companions, her stump turned to gaze at one of the off-grey walls in distracted contemplation. But this is just something I have to do. I know this mission is important, but there's no way I can do it while wondering how long Shinra's head is going to stay on his shoulders. The smoke over her stump fluttered as she wondered if that was a poor choice of phrase, but she then decided that it got the point across well enough.
As Elphelt voiced her support, Celty nodded gratefully, showing a simple Thank you. before gesturing the artificial human to follow her as they retraced their steps. There's not enough time to get someone to unfreeze the Ikebukuro portal and let us through. played across the phone as she held it out behind her. We'll have to go straight to Hell's Gate Tokyo, and I'll call Shooter from there. Celty's boots clacked against the building's floor as the portal came into sight, striding determinedly forward as her shadow stretched unnaturally in front of her. Hold on, babe. She thought, not prepared to stop until she'd entered New Hell's portal and exited Hell's Gate Tokyo's. I'm coming.
Ikebukuro Residence
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Yuichi Taneda thought with a sigh as the ambulance came to a stop outside a residential complex. Were it not for the second moon in the sky, and the dozens of paitents he'd just helped escape along with his fellow drivers, this could be a call like any other. But that was the thing of this job; what everyone else ran from, it was his job to run to.
He grabbed his bag and made his way to the door, hoping that his uniform would be signal enough to anyone he met that he meant no ill will. He was surprised the call was able to get through at all, but he supposed there was no real reason for the new tenants of their city to tear out the metaphorical wires in the wall. Since Ikebukuro had surrendered, at least in theory, all of this prime real estate was the Empire's for the snatching. Whether the decision had been made by the city officials, or that colorless gang like the rumors said, all he could do was speculate.
The door opened, and Yuichi tore himself from his thoughts about the surreality of the situation and looked up. He immediately felt a pang of pity that he fought to suppress as the man—a foreigner most definitely, by the pale complexion of his skin—looked up at him in kind from a wheelchair, bearing a pained smile.
"Thank god you're here," he said, the man expertly wheeling the chair out of the way of the door to let Yuichi inside. "It's my friend, he fainted after he heard news about the invasion." He shook his head. "He hasn't moved for a while, and I couldn't..." His pale blue eyes fell to the thick casts enveloping his legs, and trailed off.
"Just stay calm." Yuichi said, walking purposefully further into the home. "Your friend, your call said he was in the living room? In here?" Yuichi turned the corner and crossed the threshold, quickly pinpointing the man in question: Jeans, T-shirt, lying on his side next to a table with a sewing machine. His chest didn't seem to be moving. Yuichi quickly crossed the room and crouched down next to him, rolling him over and checking his pulse. Cold. Too cold, the paramedic thought, furrowing his brow, even as a shape rose behind him as tall as the doorframe itself. "How long did you wait to—" Yuichi's eyes bulged as a thick forearm closed around his windpipe, his fingers scrabbling up to claw at the grip, to no avail.
"Much too long, I'm afraid." Egor said as the man went slack, scratching fingers falling to the his sides. Egor laid the unconscious man down to the floor, took a moment to check his pulse, and began systematically undressing him. While no disguise would ever be perfect in a foreign land, anyone who looks like they belong would have a much greater chance of sneaking into any particular installation. Particularly if a war was going on at the welcome mat.
The medical cadaver's head fixed Egor with a dead stare as the assassin sat down at the machine. There was, however, only one thing to be done about the traditional Japanese physique: he brought the uniform to bear on the table, and began the task of widening it out.
Ikebukuro General Hospital—Second Floor Psych Ward
Haruna's first concrete thought was one of annoyance.
"...and then, I swear to god, they were giant monkeys! Real monkeys! But they could talk, and I guess drive cars, and one of them shot bubblegum..."
Haruna's head pivoted to the side, past her IV stand to the man in the next bed over. She couldn't tell if her narrowed eyes were actually seeing red, or if her eyes still hadn't changed back to their original color. She also decided she didn't care.
She turned her head back, to the nurses walking solemnly back and forth, tracing their movements as ideas emerged like ships from a fog. Her eyes, whatever color they were, settled on a tray just out of reach. A pair of scissors glinted in the overhead light.
"...no, I just want to know if I'm crazy. I mean, monkeys don't do that, right? Monkeys can't throw penguins at your cab either, right...?"
Excuse me. She mouthed, before finding her throat bone-dry. She gasped and hacked for a solid moment, which served the original purpose well enough, as one of the aides pressed their hand to her shoulder and held a glass of water to her lips, which Haruna drank greedily.
"Are you feeling better now? Things were looking a little hectic for a minute there." The nurse asked, gently taking the cup back, prying it from Haruna's unprepared fingers.
Haruna's eyes flicked up to the nurse as her draping hair colored the edges of her vision, blocking the sight—but not the sound—of her neighbor.
"...yeah, and there was a girl monkey too. Is that weird? I mean, they have hair all over, why would they have enough head hair for a ponytail..."
"I don't belong here." Haruna croaked out, hand pawing at the air.
"Yeah, I heard the commotion, and your records don't show anything out of line." The nurse responded, missing the motion. "But you had a pretty severe reaction to the medication, and people don't usually get that violent without some... underlying issues. We'd like to keep you for a little while, just to make sure nothing's wrong."
Haruna's focus was such that she could see the color of her eyes in the tray if she squinted. Still red. "Could I... would you let me cut my hair?"
The nurse's brow furrowed, before following Haruna's clawing fingers to the nearby scissors. The nurse let out a burst of nervous laughter. "No, no, I'm sorry, I wouldn't be able to do that even if you were admitted here normally! I could lose my job if I gave something that sharp to a psych patient. Besides, I saw what you did to the tray outside. No offense."
Haruna frowned, disappointed, while her hands fell back into her lap. Her gaze slid from the scissors across to the glass, still in the nurse's hand, then up to the nurse herself. She smiled thinly. "May I have some more water?"
"I'm sure I'm not crazy, but that's what all crazy people think, right? You gotta help me doc, you gotta—"
smash
"YAAAAAAAAH!"
The taxi driver's face was one of panicked incredulity as he looked down at the broken water glass sticking out of his arm, and further up to the teenager holding it there. "Now," Haruna said, eyes glowing incrementally redder even as three different orderlies rushed in to restrain her. "Shut. Up."
The Offices of Izaya Orihara—Connecting Hallway->Main Office
Without hesitation, Vorona reached behind her and pulled out a handgun,
◊ flipping it around to offer it grip-first to the young heiress. "Examine away." She said, her expression stolid. "We may be on this planet for very long time."
Whether or not she took it, Sloan would push open the doors to Izaya's office, stepping onto the carpeted flooring and moving to the center of the room. Across the room, against yet another wall-sized window, sat Izaya's desk and the man himself behind it. Standing off to the side of the desk, hands clasped in front of her and looking thoroughly uncomfortable and peeved at the same time, was Namie, looking anywhere but directly at their guests. Izaya himself looked as though someone had just got done telling him a particularly funny joke, red-faced and chuckling under his breath as he studiously clicked from one unseen icon to the other. His eyes flicked up and then back down as the group entered, but he didn't stop whatever he was doing until they were all standing near the center of the room. At such a time, Izaya would loudly clap his hands above his head before coming to his feet, absent his traditional jacket as he sidled around the edge of the desk and planted his rear on the edge opposite Namie's side. "To think, all of my new favorite people in one place! Isn't life grand?" Letting out one more bizarre, inane chuckle, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve before gesturing to the White Rose girls. "Sorry we haven't been keeping in touch. Tell me, how did the tour go? I hope Nakura kept things interesting enough for you."
Ikebukuro Power Plant
...okay. Sure. Nakura thought nodding unnecessarily as the helmet masked his expression of pure relief. "...You understand exactly." Nakura's own hand went up to the Trooper's free shoulder, and in that moment he felt a kinship that exceeded time, space, and dimensions altogether. In that moment, this Trooper was a true bro.
I hope they kill you last. Nakura thought as he fast-walked his way out of the gate. Or first. Whichever one's better. Making his way across the street and behind a dumpster where he'd stashed a duffel bag, Nakura hurriedly stripped off the armor and tossed it in the bag, one piece at a time, making particularly sure not to damage any one part of it. Heaving the strap over his shoulder, he then made the trek back to the bus stop.
Hopefully, he'd make it before his arm fell off.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Vampire Hunter
Trevor, New Hell Portal to Hell's Gate Tokyo Portal
Trevor got ever more frustrated as Celty misunderstood what he was saying, but it seemed like Celty was too focused on her own worries. When Celty left through the New Hell Portal, Trevor looked over at Elphelt and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I do not understand why you two keep insisting that I won't help you out in Hell's Gate Tokyo," Trevor clarified to Elphelt so as to have at least one person understand him. "I am a member of the Belmont Clan... It is my duty to help save people."
After making that clarification to Elphelt, Trevor followed Celty from New Hell Portal to Hell's Gate Tokyo.
Sypha, Folkestone Air Base
"I am Sypha Belnades, a witch who works for the Church, but I am not native to Folkestone," Sypha Belnades said to the group who had entered in through the portal before pointing out Shirley. "This is Flight Lieutenant Shirley Yeager of the 501st Joint Fighter Wing... The Strike Witches. This is their Air Base."
"Oh!" Sypha snapped her fingers and turned to Shirley. "Mr. Dresden and Ms. Carpenter are fellow magic-users like you and me, but they use the term wizard instead of witch."
"We are waiting for Lady here... or well, over there," Sypha pointed in the direction of where she and Shirley had been sitting, "Would you like to have some tea?"
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Lucha Libre goddess
'''Battlefield-Common Room-Teen Titans"'
"Hehehe. I am most grateful for this plastic-based figurine." Starfire giggled as she received the present from the Joker. "I do not believe this entertainer is ill-intentioned, Robin. Perhaps he has changed the error of his ways.—She closed her eyes with a wide smile— And his chosen atire is quite amusing.""
"Scum like him never changes," Robin replied to Starfire, while still frowning at the joker. But when he mentioned "Batman," Robin smirked. "You're bluffing clown. There is no universe he would ever work with you."
As he was talking, Starfire wasted no time flying towards her friend Raven as she then gave her the Joker's ballon figurine.
"I can't wait to put in on my Room," Raven said sarcastically. She then threw it away, at her back, the instant Starfire stopped looking at her.
Meanwhile Beast Boy's focus was somewhere else.
"Oh sweet! Look at that hot chick over there," Beast boy said to Cyborg as he pressed his chest with his elbow.
"Dude, the Joker is still here—" Cyborg whispered to him while he was leaning towards him.
"Relax bro. You know we can't fight him in this place, and he can't do anything evil either. I say we get to meet the people around and make some friends," Beast boy said as he shrugged.
"Uh—I guess you're right," Cyborg replied.
Then Beast boy walked just next to the Aigis, dismissing the Joker completely. " Hey babe, I don't think I've heard your name," he said to Aigis. "Are you from around here? My name's Beast boy, by the way." She would notice that his eyes were half closed and he had wide smile in his face.
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Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Eternal Princess
"Hmm..."
The British gentlemen took a another drag from his lit cigarette he looked up at the metallic moon hanging in the sky. Numbers crunched in the bankers brain. Given the size of the vessel, that would give a rough 2 km gap between each turret. Given that only half could be seen at any given time, that would make a maximum of 15k turrets being effective at any given time. Not particular good odds.
Then again, the projectiles the empire fires were relatively slow and highly visible. Their accuracy had something to be desired as well. If the they can get close enough to the vessel before getting fired upon, the amount of defensive turrets they would have to deal with at any given time also severely drops.
When he looked down to see the look the captain was glaring at him, he looked bemused.
"Now now, what with that face? Don't you know, I'm the only one with any interest in keeping you alive, your only friend on this entire world."
Million twisted his heel on the man's broken fingers, just to make sure there were no illusions of their relationship.
"See, if the that thing fires, you vaporize with the rest of us on this rock. Not that your deaths will be that quick. You were forth coming, and I appreciate that. Unfortunately, the Intel you provided won't be enough to satisfy my employers. So unless you have any thing more of value, I am afraid you are doomed to die some very painful deaths from my associate."
The sound of a vehicle burning rubber could be heard not far off.
"Speak of the devil..."
The a black windowless van slid around the corner before speeding down the street of the surrendered stormtroopers. As it approached it began swerving left, then right, then slamming on the breaks so it power slid until the back doors faced the troopers as it came to a complete stop. The doors burst open and an eerie green smoked seeped out of the vehicle. Inside was dark. In the back was a woman with red hime haircut. She didn't look particularly threatening, in fact, she almost looked like a whore
◊ catering to special interests. Still, there was something very off about her, something that would make the hair on the back of their necks rise in some primal instinct. She crawled to the edge of the van, keeping to the shadows, and raised her hands forward as if looking for a hug.
"...I was told, that you have a present for me."
Her Romanian accent came out soft, seductive, like pillow talk. One of the LB soldiers lifted the trooper they held captive to their feet and shoved him toward the van. He kept his distance, not wanting to get close himself, like he was feeding a tiger. As soon as the captive was in arms length, the woman quickly snatched him, pulling him into the dark of the van, the doors slamming shut behind him.
The first thing the storm trooper would notice would be the green smoke. It permeated the entirety of the van. Such a small space, it was so easy to keep her poison condensed, and the poor trooper relieved of his helmet. It burned as he breathed. The green poisonous gas entered his lungs. It felt like he was suffocating, though he would have no trouble getting the oxygen he needed to survive. At first he would feel nauseous, the sickest he has ever felt. He would feel weaker by the moment, then in a matter of seconds, it would feel like someone had disconnected his brain from the rest of his body, leaving him paralyzed, trapped in a corpse. Unfortunately for him, his nerves were still fully functional, heighten even.
Cloe would wrestle the man into submission at first, then as the poison took effect, begin to cradle him in her arms. If he could only get some fresh air, but he would not find any in the compact confines of the vehicle. He was in her domain now. Should the trooper bother to check in the front, in the driver's seat was a chauffeur wearing a gas mask. In the passengers, a small boy covered in scars and burns, whispering something over and over again to himself.
"So this is what hides behinds the masks..."
She caressed the cheek of the trooper.
"Such soft flesh...They want me to ask you questions. To destroy moon. I have no interest in such things. My desires are much more...simple. However...there was a man. The one who appeared in the sky. I would very much like to meet this man."
Her eyes glazed, as if in a day dream.
"He seemed so proud, so strong..."
Her words coated with admiration. She let out a dreamy sigh before stating very mater of fact.
"I want to break him. I want to see that proud man crumble, to hear him scream pitifully, to see nothing but fear and anguish emanate through his whole being til nothing of the pride or strength remained."
The woman could not help but smile at the thought. Her eyes, still in a dream, she looked at her prisoner.
"However shall I do it. So many options. So much fun to be had. I think first, I'll cut off that prominent nose of his. Slowly, so he could feel the use less flesh dangle from his face before the separation. The blood dripping down his face would look so fetching."
She traced her thumb nails along the storm troopers nose as she said so, cutting just enough to break skin.
"Then I will stick razors between his gum and his lips, and nail his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He dosen't need it to cry in agony right?"
She stuck her fingers in the paralyzed man's mouth, cutting his cums just enough to draw blood and stain his teeth red.
"Then perhaps burn his ears off...peel the skin back off his brow...boil his skin in oil...chisel off his fingers...saw off his feet...starve him, then feed him his own leftovers...make him a pathetic creature, too disgusting to be called human, unable to even feed or wipe his own ass, let alone stand with such straight posture."
Her voice was dreamy, like a school girl talking about her crush. Then she seemed to notice the man in front of her, as if seeing him for the first time.
"Jealous? Talking about another man in our special time together? Do not worry, I have plans for you as well. See, I do not want to touch that man's eyes. I want them perfectly intact so I can see the moment that steely stare turns to tears pleading for death. But your eyes..."
The woman's face twisted into a smile. Should the troopers have nothing, they would hear screams of such agony mixed with such delightful laughter come from the van.
Gunman merely continued to smoke. In truth, he wasn't a huge fan of torture. It wasn't the most effective means of acquiring information, though he supposed it had its part. Chances are, these troopers didn't have any thing more to give up. They were grunts after all. Ah well, it kept that crazy bitch in the van occupied. He turned toward the shuttle, seeing if they got the all green.
The ninja girl during the whole ordeal seemed transfixed on her phone.
"Ugh...god damn flappy bird...get through the damn pipe."
How do you kill that which has no life?
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Team White Rose - Negotiations, Izaya's Office
Weiss looked at the weapon, before glancing at Ruby, who was alternating between looking at the weapon with a fire in her eyes, and looking at Weiss hopefully.
"Go ahead. she said with a smile.
Ruby gingerly took the weapon from Vorona's hands, before ejecting the magazine and clearing the chamber.
"The dimensions looks kinda similar to Gambol Shroud's rounds. I'll have to check it when we get back."
She pulled one of the bullets out of the magazine and pocketed it while following the group into Izaya's office, where she summarily sat on the floor and began expertly field-stripping the USP. Given her mutterings, however, this was the first time she'd ever seen this weapon.
Weiss, meanwhile, remained standing, but at the mention of Nakura, her eyes hardened.
"About that. My partner and I are willing to waive our fee for this action in exchange for Nakura's current debts being completely forgiven, and his receiving assistance with his gambling problem."
She paused, giving Izaya time to start a response, before speaking again.
"That would include both monetary and personal debts, of course."
Interrupting the other party was a simple negotiation tactic, reinforcing the fact that she was in control of the conversation and was in the position of leverage. After all, she was an asset that Izaya was in need of.
She couldn't say her father never taught her anything.
Harry nodded as the trio lowered their hands. "Right, I'm Harry Dresden. Over there is my apprentice, Molly Carpenter, and the joker over there is Carlos Ramirez. We are part of the, er, "Fellowship of Magic"" Harry said, trying his best to make the silly sounding name sound as official and impressive as possible.
Then Sypha appeared, and Molly and Harry turned to her.
"Nope." Harry said. "She forced me to pay her a bag of jewels for her help, then went running off anyway. Can't find any decent help these days."
"I thought you said she was the one who got the shuttle? And recruited James Bond, of all people, to the job?"
"Grasshopper, who's side are you on?" Molly just laughed at Harry.
The Imperials, lacking both the ability to move on the narrow streets to avoid the missile and lacking armaments to intercept the missile, had little choice but to get hit as another tank went crashing to the ground. The remaining two tanks finished turning toward them, and the amount of incoming fire would noticeably increase and become more accurate as they fired and any remaining units turned their guns to focus on the Strike Witches, Trude in particular being the priority target.
Meanwhile, Kyoko would find it more or less impossible to disarm the man in the normal way, as the giant baton was attached to his arm on the top. As she moved her spear in to try to stab him elsewhere to disarm him, he quickly closed his arm, attempting to trap the spear between his arm and body. Whenever or not this move worked, his next move would be the same, to attempt to swing his opposite fist to smash Kyoko in the face while her spear was otherwise occupied. Ideally, this would cause her to lose her grip on her weapon if he had managed to trap it, but this of course was far from a guarantee
Lady picked up her phone as it rang.
"The explosions? Oh, right, no need to worry about those. I took the opportunity to circle around and hit the Imperial base camp, and i look like I wasn't the only one who came here on their own. There's a couple other guys here who apparently had the same idea. No need to worry, they're on our side for now. The enemy camp's been taken out. Whatever they're sending at you now is all they have. However, I can't come to reinforce your men right now. You read that photo I send you of all that information, so you might remember how it said that station has a giant death cannon on it? Me and some other people I'm working with elsewhere have a plan to get up there and stop that thing before it can fire. But to do that, we need to move now. The other guys that I met up with here are coming with me. Can you guys handle the rest on your own? If not, I can make a call, get some backup to help you out."
Lady started walking toward the shuttle as she took Bond's gun, covering the speaker of her phone for a moment to talk to him.
"I never say no to a free gun. Don't think these guys are operating in the vacuum of space, place that large probably has artificial gravity, but I'll take it. Give me the technical specs of this gun, ammo count, range, general power, anything else I may want to know."
Meanwhile, Han rolled his eyes at Red Hood.
"Don't tell me how to do my job, kid." Yet, in apparent surrender of the logic Red Hood spoke, he too started moving for the shuttle.
The walker in the quicksand went crashing to the ground as planned. The distraction also went off well. When the woman vanished, the Imperials reacted based on what their own experiences had lead them to expect.
"She has a cloaking device!"
Thus, when she reappeared across the way, the Imperials were confused. In this confusion, one was slower in falling for the trap then the other two, an unexpected boon which rendered him in a position to counter the levitation move as they saw the woman fall on top of another AT-ST.
"Walker 2, you have a boarder on top! Standby for sweeping!"
"Sweeping", in this instance, meant that the AT-ST began to fire its blaster at the woman on the top. The bolts themselves would cause little damage to the AT-ST. This would not be the case for the woman herself.
Meanwhile, the man who had levitated her onto the AT-ST would find he had not gone unnoticed, as blaster fire sounded from behind him. If he turned, he would see two men
, the former drivers of one of the downed AT-S Ts, charging his position, holding blaster pistols and firing with the usual accuracy. That said, if he did not do something, they were bound to get lucky sooner or later
As the robot exploded, the remaining stormtroopers winced, waiting for the explosion to stop ringing in their ears. Once recovered, they entered. Two went to resecure the prisoner or see if he was still alive while the commander evaluated the damage.
"30% of our force is now dead. One of the droids has suffered severe damage, and another is down."
"Do we withdraw?"
"Negative, this location must be secured at any cost. Someone check that terminal, see if it's still intact. If so, slice it and see what you can find!"
One man split off to do this as the rest fanned out, on high alert for any more surprises.
Tarkin quietly regarded Havoc for a moment before responding. "No. You will be escorted to the nearest firing range to be outfitted and to meet your new commanding officer."
Another trooper knocked on the door. Tarkin pressed a button to open it. "Trooper, you will escort the new recruit to firing range 14 for orientation."
He saluted and motioned for Havoc to follow.
Havoc would enter to see a number of Stormtroopers already inside. Some were busy with weapons practice. Some were stripping blasters for cleaning and maintenance. Others wee just....kinda standing around for no particular reason. One man, dressed differently
◊, stepped forward to Havoc.
"Ah, good, you must be the new recruit. Welcome to the Imperial Army, BK-201. I am Commander Mott."
The stormtroopers, not moved by the age of their target, all pointed guns at the boy.
"Down on the ground! Now!"
Meanwhile, the impact of the hammer seriously damaged the tank, although it was not completely destroyed yet. The AT-AT, on the other hand, suffered little to no damage as its giant legs absorbed the blow. Inside the tank, an order was issued in response.
"Deploy the Jumptroopers!"
Way up above, the bottom of the AT-AT opened as 4 men on jetpacks dropped out of it, jetpacks on as they fired large blaster rifles at Nora.
The man trying to grab his comm stopped as a blade was pointed at his throat.
"Alright, blast it, you win!"
Meanwhile, the last remaining man ended up in a heap with Jaune as the two collided and fell to the ground.
Vickett looked down at the holocom as it went off. "It is a holocom, an advanced communications device that enables communication from across the galaxy. If you would give me one moment to step outside, I need to take this. I will return in a moment.
Apparently not about to take the classified call in front of the king, she rose to start making her way into the hallway to take the call.
Both Nero and Dante's jaws dropped as the guy yanked out a legit treasure chest and opened it to show them more cash then eather had ever seen before. A moment of shocked silence passed before Dante suddenly laughed.
"Ohhhh, good one. You almost got me."
He turned to the Dean, all grins and smiles again.
"I get it. Somehow the kid talked you into this, he's trying to prank me so he can laugh at me. How much you wanna bet there's a hidden camera in that chest recording all of this?" He got up and started digging through the chest, tossing the clearly "Fake" gold and such out of the chest as he did so. "Nice try kid, but you ain't that good yet. The chest was a bit overkill, don't you think?"
Meanwhile, Nero's jaw just went up and down as he was unable to find it in himself to reply, still in gold shock.
The medic frowned as he considered this before shaking his head. "Honestly? Not really. It's going to take a while for the cleanup to commence, and you're probably worried about your own people, right? If you want, I'll get someone to show you back to the portal so you can get back home if you want. Don't worry, we're not done for yet, we'll pull through this.
If she agreed to the request, she would be shown back to the portal as promised
As the Stormtroopers were stripped of weapons and escorted away, Gaige walked over to Dracula, frowning. "Aww, bummer, now we're not going to get to loot the station. Sorry Dracs, I know you were probably looking forward to that too. So.....what do we do now?"
Suddenly, another stormtrooper burst out of the bushes, this one with no weapons whatsoever. Close inspection would reveal he was also soaking wet. He took one look around at the scene and fell to his knees.
"Aww, come on" He moaned as he put his hands behind his head. "This isn't fair."
As Million guessed, the trooper had little else to give in terms of information.
One hoped the van was soundproofed as the trooper began to scream in agony as he was killed.
edited 14th Oct '16 7:13:14 PM by Meanken
One Brunch Man
Ikebukuro General Hospital Second Floor—Stairwell
A chorus of nods echoed Lee's sentiment, and Kida nodded back, the gun gauntlet weighing heavy on his arm. "Then let's go."
One more flight of stairs, and they were out of what Kida figured would be the max line of fire. It wasn't just about keeping his guys safe—though the pressure of such lingered in the back of the young General's brain like a throbbing mental toothache—but also where any Imperial higher-ups with half a cell in their brain and a burning desire to keep it there would be comfortable resuming their occupation.
"Intel says they make their patrols in groups of two," Kida said, "and I think it goes without saying we need to take them both down at the same time. With that in mind, we'll pair off, and spread out. However else you do it, remember to get at least one of the helmets intact. Takeda, you're with Sosuke..." He rattled off a series of names, received a check-in from one of the other groups making their way to the fourth and fifth floors, and finally turned to Lee. "Shengshun, you're with me. Keep that look on your face like you're about to wet yourself, it's great cover." He said, reaching up to give his shoulder a smack before pushing his way onto the third floor proper.
If any of the assorted medical personnel had an issue with a group of teens suddenly emerging from a stairwell, they didn't show it. Here, as before the invasion, they simply had better things to do. Kida's hand slipped easily into his pockets, outwardly calm but inwardly going over every scrap of information Deadshot had relayed about the gun gauntlets. Semi automatic, or automatic? What's really the difference, anyway?
Kida would stroll through the hallways, keeping a deceptively keen eye out for any Trooper patrol pairs, hopefully with Lee in tow.
Disengage the safety, cock, then reload? Or the other way around? Shit...
Ikebukuro Rooftop
The relative tranquility of the rooftop (compared to the hospital lobby, anyway) was ruptured when Horada's phone chimed yet again. Horada lazily slid his phone open, scanning his eyes over the text as he blew a bubble with his gum. "pop Weeeell shit, looky here, we're pulling up shop. 4721... and it's in the Square, so, thhhhhhhat building." Horada said, pointing to a multi-floor shopping complex, laid out like a vertical strip mall. It didn't have a viewpoint on the lobby, but, crucially, it was about the same height as the hospital itself.
"You and me are supposed to set up a death zone around that shuttle on the hosptial roof." He said, getting to his feet and dusting himself off. "Anyone tries to make a run for it, we take their kneecaps and hang em' on a wall." Horada pulled open the stairwell door, beckoning for Deadshot to enter. "Hey, do you have one of those kick-ass jumbo jet jackers? Then we can just blow the whole damn thing up. Babysitting is so lame."
Ikebukuro General Hospital Ground Floor—Lobby
"W-well... I..." While the youth would never admit it, either to his friends or personally, being this near to Harley was actually fairly terrifying. "I-I mean, yeah, that makes sense..."
Begrudgingly, the assorted youths rose slightly from their cover to cover the entrances—of which there were three, two glass sliding doors on each side and one open hallway entrance to the left of the reception desk—and waited, nervous tension hanging thick in the air.
Ikebukuro General Hospital Basement
As the assorted stones clattered into place, Croc would begin to hear the afternoon-rain patter of scattered applause, accompanied by at least one finger-assisted whistle. As they scrambled their way up the debris, Croc would find the space fairly dark, with only the scattered lights and displays of the assorted equipment to light the way. Someone would click on a flashlight, revealing a set of power cables leading deeper into the basement, and around a corner.
Ikebukuro Power Plant Outskirts
Mikado let out a subdued sigh of relief as Misaki more-or-less flashed the a-okay, being more than acquainted at this point at hosting Imperial negotiations. "She's... fine, right now." He said, throwing a glance over his shoulder, unable to spot her amongst the crowd. "We're actually travelling together, trying to coordinate with the city officials. I can't really do it myself, because... you know." He let out a small chuckle, trying to cut through the tension, and to not think about whatever Vergil might be up to under SEES sanction. Minako wouldn't have kept him around unless she had a reason in mind. I have to trust that. "Me too."
Leaning back against the brick wall of the alley, he started formulating his next question when Misaki's tone upticked, less like a human's cheeriness and more like a dog's whine. His heart turned to lead as he swallowed down the simple code, suddenly very aware of how much danger his new cohort might actually be in. "They're, uh, good. They... got everywhere, but it made certain things *gulp* easier." Mikado glanced back and forth irrationally; he knew they couldn't be listening in, signal-wise, but that didn't mean anything if someone was standing over her shoulder. "Do you want me to... bring them to you? I could have someone... stop by." He said, a trickled of sweat sliding down his brow. Who, he honestly wasn't sure at this point, but if she needed it, there was no way he could leave his fellow representative in the lurch.
Meanwhile, as Minako made her ploy to leave the gathering behind, she would find herself largely successful, making her way past the crowd without anyone catching on to her trajectory early enough to stop her. Now the only thing preventing her from reaching the power plant itself was the width of the street separating the blockade from the plant outskirts, the chain-link fence lining the sides, and the Storm Troopers busily trying to torch their way inside...
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Nightwing was successful, and Sev found himself laying on the ground in his back. With no delay, he immediately got up, refusing to give up in any way and willing to complete the mission given by his new commanding officer.
The blade sheathed back to his armor's knuckle plate, as he grabbed his blaster rifle he dropped when he was thrown and immediately bolted out to a sprint to the inside of the Resort, attempting to get away as fast as possible from the area and into the walkway to the CORE and reach the elevator he took with the others before, intending to reach the palace once again.
Arcade Gannon - Dreemurr Residence
The Follower respond to the prince, "I'm not comfortable about leaving you or involving you in a mad dash for someone who's likely to end up either in that white room, or in a shuttle, no doubt filled with troopers." He hoped the prince and his friends would realize that chasing after her was a bad idea, not only considering that he was not the most athletic type, but also they had little means to defend themselves.
Lily - CORE
She was headed for the MTT Resort until she saw a man in a suit of white armor with red markings headed her direction as well as some weird fish lady in armor and a man in some superhero costume. His poise seemed different, almost militaristic. She uncloaked as soon as he's within a somewhat close range, not enough to attack, but to check him for any suspicious behavior. If Sev would see her before the uncloak, he would notice a large clear figure, shimmering from any nearby lights.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
Eternal Princess
The Irish man crashed on to the window of the shuttle. As he stood on the end of his blade, legs adsorbing the impact, he felt out the damage done by his attack. He could feel it give way, but not break. So they really wanted to make him work for it, the buggers. Well he wasn't anything if not a professional. After letting the floating ship steady after the impact, he did a back flip off the hilt of his blade. With a kick, the beam katana spun into the air with him. Landing in a wide pose to keep stability, his hand shot up, snatching the spinning beam katana in the air before bringing it down in a two handed strike against the dented window of the imperial space craft. It was quickly followed up by a series of repeated high speed double handed strikes against the window. As continued his assault in an attempt to dig through, the pilot may notice the man through the window nod his head and mouth the words mornin.
Margaret's two scythes clanged as the dropped upon the ramp. She could feel her weight pull on her neck, like someone lifting her with an invisible noose. Her hands instinctively went where the pressure was in an attempt to free her self, only to find nothing there. Her black mascara eyes narrowed at Vader. The nerve of that man, to not only attack her sister, but to attack a singer's neck!
She continued to stare defiantly, if for no other reason then because that was all she could do. Then she seemed to realize something. Her facial expression relaxed some, as if trying to listen to something. She seemed satisfied with the result, she forced her face into a smile. She was a child of the night now, breathing was more out of habit then necessity. Still, the man's grip was painful. She was surprised her tiny neck did not snap under the pressure. She stuck her tongue out and winked, just in time for the dark lord to be swallowed in flames and drop her.
She took a moment to rub her neck. It was probably going to bruise. How unsightly. She would have to rotate some chokers and collars into wardrobe. Maybe get Carmilla to give it a kiss to make it all better.
Grabbing one of her rifles, she held it properly so she could see down sights. A laser sight switched on. Reaching into her ammo packs she pulled out a clip. Taking a glance at the open top, she saw the .50 cal bullet, the tip painted green over white. She brought it to her lips to give the casing a nice little black lipstick mark before loading the clip into her rifle. Let's see how the dark moon king handles an MK 211 round.
Jeane slid as her feet got traction with the asphalt. She was about to strike when they got involved. She had enough experience to know big glowing orbs meant explosion. What were they thinking? If she had not gotten out of the way her self, she would be burning with Vader. Maybe they didn't care? Given this was Santa Destroy, yeah, they probably didn't. God she hated this place. Not just Santa Destroy, Battleword, this whole fucking existence. It was like being trapped in a hole, and the only way out was to just keep piling the bodies.
She glared at the vampires with her red eyes, leaving little doubt they were next on list if not for the Sith walking out of the flames. The flames were covering the space behind him. There goes the obvious blind spot and most direct route. Shit. Don't be in a rush. That gets you killed. But she had to close the distance, out here she was cannon fodder for that force trick of his. She got in a low stance, an orange battle aura emanating from body.
From the shadows of the building Alice came leaping out. She landed in the space between Vader and the vampires. Was she trying to protect them or merely trying to keep them from encroaching on her fight? She didn't know anymore. She was trying to ignore all the whisperings in her mind, the tugging of memories and feelings she no longer had any use for. Even so, she could feel her brow furrow, a far cry from the passive face she wore earlier.
Two beam katanas swung out toward the sith, followed by sweeping slash with the two on her other side as she stepped forward. With a quick spin her original two blades swung back around in a back handed swing, followed again by the other two beam katanas in a high and low thrust. It was a continuous motion, quick, fluid. She kept up the momentum, seeming ready to chain into more attacks.
One of the super heroes kept the shield raised between them and the space ship while the other turned around and looked at the fight below. The one holding up the shield continued his scowl, he could still feel the foot print on his face. The other watched silently for a bit. It was as good a time as any.
"See! That right there! That, right there, is what's wrong with this country. Five against one, now that's just unsportsmanlike. Moral fabric of the country being ripped apart at the seems, makes me want to cry."
Destroyman just floated above the battlefield, making no attempts to help. His voice was non nonchalant, friendly even, like a some guy trying to strike up a conversation next to you at bar.
"Then again, you did come here alone. No one has your back? That's sad. You need friends. Some one who would be there for you at your time of need. Of course, you got to be good to your friends too? Can't just take and take, you got to give. Now I got friends here, good friends. Know how to treat me well. For me to turn on those friends, well, that person would have to be an even better friend to me, catch my drift, friend?"
He waited for a response, seeing if he could coax a deal out of lord of the moon now that he was a little extra crispy, or if he was going to be a stingy little tight ass.
That. Was. Epic. Coolest thing Susie has ever seen. Fire balls, vampires, beam katana duels, flying Irish guys trying to stab a space ship, live action Destroyman. It was all just so great. But even so, the awesome incarnate right out side, Susie found her self in side the shuttle.
It wasn't that she was scared, fuck that, you don't live here not expecting death to drop by at a drop of a pin. You ever watch a kung fu movie that's just so awesome you had to stand up and just start kicking the air? A rock song that if you didn't start air guitaring you were sure to explode? She was a vampire right? So, that meant she was one of them right? One of the ones in the spot light, not just the excited girl in the stands.
Well, she wasn't quite one of them. She may be crazy, well, if you believe those damn shrinks anyway, but she wasn't stupid. Everyone out there were end game lvl 99 max stat kill her on one hit types. In that fight she dies fast and hard. But there was someone else, a bit like her in terms of capability. At least from what she could surmise. He was just a human pirate after all.
"Hey. What's up?"
Grant would hear the teenage girl behind him. She sounded nonchalant, not exactly friendly, but not hostile either, very neutral. She stood in the blood splattered corridor, bodies strewn about. One hand in her hoodie pocket, the other swung at her side lazily like waiting for the train, holding an E-11 blaster picked off the ground.
How do you kill that which has no life?
Folkestone Air Base - Portal Beach - Introductions
Shirley
had accompanied Sypha to the portal to greet the newcomers, and soon she was joined by Erica
and Eila
, bringing the total of Strike Witches present to three. Eila was carrying her Suomi KP/-31 submachinegun in a sling, while the other two were openly carrying their sidearms. It was clear that a point was being made that even if their passage was accepted, they were still being watched closely. That said, Shirley was all smiles as she introduced them.
"Welcome to Folkestone," she said with a grin. "As Sypha said, I'm Shirley and this here's Flying Officers Erica Hartmann and Eila Ilmatar Juutilainen."
As the guests introduced themselves in turn, there was little response from the Witches. If there was any link made between the members of Delta Squad and the Galactic Empire, they didn't show it. Batman's appearance and introduction was met with a few smiles, but other than that the caped superhero garnered little response.
Not so the wizards. The moment Sypha introduced Harry as a magic-user, and he in turn included Carlos in his Fellowship of Magic, the locals looked at him in shock. The soldiers looked ready to draw weapons again, and the Witches looked at the Wizards as if they had said that fish could fly and fire was cold.
"A man using magic?" Eila said before she could stop it, voicing what everyone was thinking. Then she shook her head, muttering something in Finnish under her breath.
Shirley was the first to recover, though her smile looked more than just a little nervous.
"...so, anyway, the shuttle will be touching down at the airstrip when it comes," she said. "So let's head on over there, and we can have some tea while we wait."
The bar leading out of the portal enclosure was raised, allowing the visitors onto the beach. Shirley took point and lead the way, while Erica and Eila brought up the rear of the strange group, paying particular attention to the Fellowship of Magic. Once everyone was coming, Shirley took them the long way around the fortress walls on the way to the airstrip.
Mitakihara - Strife (Strike Witches ver.)'
"Shields up!"
The responding tank shots slammed into Yoshika's blue shield, which would take care of the tank shots for some time.
"They're on to us, girls," Mio said. "We'll have to go over to phase two. Miyafuji, you're with Bishop. Barkhorn, change to your autocannon, then you're with me. Alrigh, scramble!"
In a space between two barrages, the Witches split up into two pairs and went separate ways. Gertrude and Mio started flying closer to the tanks, swooping down to fire at the infantry surrounding the tanks with enchanted lead from their new Peace River weaponry. Meanwhile, Yoshika and Lynette were setting up a new position some distance away so that Lynette could set up her field gun. While of the Very Light variety, it was meant for Heavy Gears and vehicles, and dwarfed the young girl wielding it now. That said, she had gotten some practise, and was soon ready to start provide long-range sniper fire with armour-piercing rounds. Yoshika stood ready to raise shields once the enemy figured out there was a sniper.
edited 16th Oct '16 9:10:44 AM by Lemurian
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As the situation rapidly escalated, Asgore scrambled for his phone, and dialled up the last number on his list. The Delta Squad had left it with him last night in case of emergencies, and this certainly qualified. As he put the phone to his ear, nervously clenching and unclenching his fingers, Asgore only hoped he hadn't caught them at a bad time.
Undine's gaze darted between the fight and her king, and she chose the wrong time to start venting her frustrations on the king. "Seriously, Asgore?! You're gonna make a call now, while blue boy there's going to get himself kil-" Sev rushed by Undyne, spinning her almost off her feet. "DAMMIIIT!" she roared, and charged after the clone trooper. The chase lead them through the MTT foyer, across the bridge, and into the CORE's entrance. The monsters at the resort, weary and bewildered, crowded at the back door to see what was going on.
Undyne managed to use her green attack to hold Sev in place shortly before he reached the elevator, and here was where things stood. In front of Sev, Royal Guard 01's stunned body lay slumped against the elevator, and the throbbing electric blue lights gleamed off the outline of a hulking invisible creature. Behind him, Undyne loomed with all the might and fury of the Underground surging with her.
"Care a lot..." moaned 01, "Is a place we all can goooo...whenever we choose it..."
edited 16th Oct '16 10:35:55 AM by LizardOfAus
Sev once again found himself rooted to the ground very close to his objective, Undyne charging at him like a Krayt Dragon cornering a bantha and ready to devour him there and then. Not only that, but the large and blue alien that he saw before appeared near him with some kind of stealth field generator. Right now, he was cornered from all sides, and he would be doomed if he didn't do something. He stared at 01's stunned figured for a moment, who was currently very close near him.
And a idea was gained.
He immediately went to grab 01's neck with his left hand, all while aiming his blaster rifle at 01's temple with his right hand. While the guard was too heavy to lift up, he still found it and the message he was attempting to deliver to both Lily and Undyne to be more than enough.
"Let me go right now or he dies."
The blue light from his helmet stared down at the Captain and Nightkin, his trigger finger very close to the blaster.
The clones raised a curious eyebrow at the mention of the 501st, though they realized that they were not talking about the Clone Batallion, but it just happened their aerial corps were named after them....quite a coincidence. The multiverse is a strange thing. They kept moving on to following the Strike Witches to their destination.
Boss then received a call from his helmet's comms systems, normally used to it coming from CC-01/425, or better known as the Clone Advisor, who guided them on their operations back before...everything happened. Alas, it was not to be, and it was Asgore instead, as he gave him the frequency of his helmet comms to call him if he ever needed his aid or to talk to him. "King Asgore?" Boss's voice came from the King's phone. "What's going on right now? Is the battle in the Underground still happening?"
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Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Mitakihara, Alpha Front, Yukari — Don't Bring Me Down (Down, Down)
<I mean, I can try, but I can't exactly take down a tank on my own, you know?!> Yukari replied as she fought back her panic, replacing her white-knuckled grip on the building with more arrows that were quickly on their way, with laser-like precision in spite of the skyscraper's wobbling, to bust the shoulders and kneecaps of yet more of the Imperial infantry targeting Mami, <I mean, maybe you can! Maybe these weird half-plane girls can! Maybe you can even survive a fall from this high up without any help! But I sure can't!>
Mahora Academy, Akihiko — How Soon We Forget!
"There is another reason we're here besides the Empire, you know," Akihiko retorted, briefly cutting his eyes at the man in blue, "Did you forget the entire reason you were recruited in the first place?"
With a shake of his head, he turned back to Kaede. "Sorry, he's not really a fan of the whole 'basic altruism' and 'helping people' sort of thing. Anyway, I'm glad to hear you all can defend yourselves and don't have to worry about getting invaded, at least by Imperials, but there's something else I should warn you about. There's some kind of magic-using shape-shifter running around and apparently stirring up panic and conflict. We haven't encountered it ourselves, and all the info we've got on it is second-hand, but based on the accounts of the group that did see it and some things that happened afterward, it definitely exists, and it looks so far like it could be the most dangerous thing on the entire planet. We managed to pull together a small taskforce of people dedicated to locating and getting rid of it, including some professional wizard detectives, but... you know, the whole planet getting invaded at once kinda got in the way."
Batcave, Mitsuru — That Makes Two Of Us
The heiress nodded in understanding — and sympathy — though her gaze turned to observe Alfred's tinkering with barely-restrained curiosity as she responded. "I see. Well, vexing comrades aside, I certainly haven't any objections to cooperating with people in your line of work. We ourselves are accustomed to operating outside the law when we must, in fact." The younger redhead took another demure sip of tea, a regular, respectable amount this time. "So then, which couple of groups or locations are you most in need of intelligence on? That enemy you were speaking of a moment ago, perhaps?"
Common Room, Aigis -- "Bark Bark!" "No, you don't understand!"
"It is nice to meet you, Beast Boy," Aigis intoned, deciding to abandon continued scrutiny of the interactions between Boy Wonder and maybe-his-uncle in favor of testing her social functions, "I am Aigis."
After extending a surprisingly warm silicone hand that ended in cold metal fingertips — she was still cooling off from some intensive slug-flinging during the repulsion of the Fuyuki invasion — the mechanical maiden continued, hoping to clear up a different yet also important and equally unfortunate misunderstanding. "This is not the place from which I originated. It would seem that you may not have fully processed the information which was recently dispensed. This is understandable, as suddenly being dislocated in space and time may be a source of considerable psychological shock. However, you are currently within a hub location with unknown coordinates which connects to a planet called Battleworld, artificially created by the large red being behind you, known as The Cure, by welding together regions from various universes. As The Cure has expressed little interest in ever allowing individuals he uses as a source of entertainment to leave, it is highly improbable that you will ever be able to see your home again."
"I am very sorry, Beast Boy," she expressed with a tone far more human than her speech had been so far, attempting to gently grasp his hand in both of hers, as a night of watching TV dramas with Minako had taught her was appropriate in such a situation. What else were humans supposed to say at times like these...? Ah. "You have my condolences."
Ikebukuro, Minako — Back to the Barricades
As soon as she determined she had cleared the haphazard encirclement, The Fool was off like a blue bolt, zooming across the asphalt as quickly as her feet could carry her. She contemplated using a spear to pole-vault the fence for a half-second, but slowed to a halt at the wire's edge instead. It would be a little awkward to have to vault back over if she needed to make a quick escape, not to mention there would be no escape route for the plant's workers except the main gate... or airlift, but trying to carry all the employees plus herself on a big, flashy target seemed like an even worse idea than funneling them into a bottleneck. Humming thoughtfully, she pulled out Vel Vel Muruga, slipped it into a gap, and found with satisfaction that a chain link yielded to it like wet paper.
Still... there didn't seem to be any sounds of combat, so was anyone's life even in imminent danger? A couple more minutes of total silence appeared to confirm the wisdom of waiting a little longer, and saw her jogging straight back toward the Yakuza's town car. "Heya, Old Man!" she greeted once she was within a few yards, "You look like a well-connected, chivalrous kinda guy! Got any idea what the inside of that there power plant looks like?"
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Common Room––Teen Titans
"Aigis, that's a great name." Beast Boy sighed deeply. His eyes resembling hearts as he stared at her.
"It sure is! I'm Cyborg by the way," the cybernetic teen introduced himself with a wide smile and then he offered his right hand.
"Oh that's some sweet armor," Beast Boy commented when he noticed Aigis hand and her silicon arm.
"Beast boy she isn't what you think she is," Raven interrupted him.
"That's a bit rude don't you think?" He told Raven.
Beast Boy then whispered to Aigis, covering half his face with the palm of his hand. "Oh that's Raven. Don't worry about her,"—He scratches the back of his head with his feet—She can be grumpy sometimes but she is a great friend once you get to know her."
"I mean that's not an armor. If you haven't noticed she is artificial," Raven replied in a monotone voice.
"Like Cyborg?" Beast boy asked.
"No Beast boy. She is not like Cyborg," Raven replied impatient.
"Uh?..."He stared at her blankly with and eyebrow raised.
"She is completely robotic," Raven grunted.
"Oh," Beast boy blushed after realizing his mistake. " I still think you're pretty cool." He gave her a nervous smile.
The half demon girl keep staring at the two. She seemed to be indifferent, and she was still frowning. But if someone looked very closely at the way she pressed her lips, they would have resembled a very mild small smile, for a few seconds.
Then after Aigis gave her condolences,Raven replied about them being stranded forever while Aigis touched Beast boy's hands.
"People come and go. It’s not a big deal." she crossed her arms.
“What?! Nooooo!” “I think we won't ever taste pizza ever again." Beast Boy looked up, still holding Aigis hands. Then he began to cry in a way that seemed as if a hose was squirting water from his eyes.
"And I won't ever taste those delicious tacos," Cyborg said. He hugged his friend from behind as both where crying.
Raven rolled her eyes at the sight of the two, and then crossed her arms again. "We've got more important things to worry about than junk food," Raven said grumpily."
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Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Institute, Exterior: The Wolves Whistle
The walker furthest from the CIT entrance would find it very difficult to get into formation...or move at all, really. With one foot seeped in a quicksand of concrete mix, all it'd take is one step off solid ground for the AT-ST to fall on its side. Whether the pilots survived the crash was seemingly irrelevant; the Contractors had bigger fish to fry.
Two down, three more to go.
A loud whistle came from the Institute's top steps. In front of the ruined structure's doorway stood a middle-aged woman with cherry-blonde hair. Her scarlet lips matched her evening dress, contrasting the long fur coat that made her even more conspicuous. To Earthlings, she might have been plucked straight from a film noir feature: either as the wealthy widowed love interest, or the Femme Fatale.
She smirked, obviously bemused by the death-machines. "I'm no engineer, but even I can tell that's a sloppy design. One slip, and it's all over."
The walkers were bound to open fire on her; that was the point. Moments before the attack, the pilots might notice how the woman's outline glowed an eerie starlight blue, or how her eyes sparkled the color of her dress. The first blast would hit crumbling concrete, as the woman vanished in the blink of an eye. Smoke from the rubble pushed in an odd direction, like a sudden gust had disturbed its ascent. Another loud whistle came from the scaffolding hugging the east wall, where the same woman daintily waved to the walkers from its highest level.
Assuming at least two of the walkers took the bait, two more starlight glows would appear beyond their line of sight. One, a narrow-eyed man taking cover behind a rusted supply truck, lifted his hand to the other glowing figure: a Latino woman holding a frag grenade. With his target locked, the man slowly began to lift his hand higher, and the woman floated along with it. Like someone from a certain endangered order, the telekinetic Contractor guided his partner through the air onto the head of the nearest AT-ST. On her end, the Latino woman's body suddenly blended into her environment, shifting its appearance to match her journey through the air with little more than a subtle shimmer to give her away. Once she landed on the walker's head, she went straight to work: if the pilots didn't notice the soft "thud" above them, they'd definitely notice the entry hatch opening. If they didn't act, they'd get a nasty pinecone-shaped surprise.
Death Star: Silly Tarkin, You Can't Control Havoc!
Havoc kept her silence during the Grand Moff's lecture, though she expressed herself in less-than-subtle ways. She leaned back in her seat, she crossed her arms when the "behavior" comments came up, she even rolled her eyes when Tarkin had his back turned. Though in the end, she didn't really care all that much. This wasn't her first "Legionary Discipline" environment, and she actually held a puddle of respect for the man running the show: Tarkin had that special air about him she'd seen in her Black Op C Os. He was a man of his word, especially when it came to threats. Havoc didn't doubt that if she misbehaved, she'd be in an airlock within the hour. Shit, Tarkin himself might even push the button.
So when it came time for Havoc to answer, she simply leaned straight in her chair.
"Crystal." she replied. "I'll behave myself." and with her index finger, she traced a tiny "X" over her heart.
"Anything else, Sir?"
HGT, Shinjuku: There Are Eyes Everywhere!
Ranma and Robin could practically see the weight lifting off the mens' shoulders.
"Great," the redhead sighed as he opened the backseat door. "Mind tagging along with us? This isn't the most private place to chat."
The children might notice that the streets were empty, and it didn't look like anyone was near the windows in the buildings nearby. Given it was part of a bustling financial district, this side street was actually pretty quiet.
"We didn't find you by accident." the old man explained, "Astronomics has been tracking you for the last fifteen minutes. They'll probably back off now that we've reached common ground, but you never know; they work with us, so maybe the Empire's found out about them."
"Their Specters travel through the electrical circuits." the redhead added as he moved to his passenger door. "It's not like they've got audio, but it's best to just get totally off the grid."
Once the two warrior children were buckled in, the bizarre companions would be on their way to the main street.
As they drove, the redhead turned to shake hands. "I'm Kono Yutaka, by the way; the old-timer's Matsumoto Kunio. We're detectives in Foreign Affairs, Section Four. It's our job to deal with the uhh, weirder stuff that happens here."
"Which nowadays, means pretty much everything." Matsumoto grunted.
Kono chuckled, maybe a bit too heavily; that wasn't much of a joke.
"So who're you two?" the redhead asked.
Genosha, Palace Stairwell:
Wei took his opponent's hesitation to drop the knife and simply snap the trooper's neck; after all, they didn't need them all alive.
The three stormtroopers facing Jaune's charge found themselves flanked on both sides: the one on the left was grappled away by the blue woman, while the one on the right was abducted in a poof of sulfuric smoke. The center trooper was left alone to face the Arc's assault.
The woman with white strands was ready to leap into the fray when a blinking ball rolled a few feet away. Without thinking much about it, she hopped over the railing onto the bottom stairwell, breaking her fall on Wei's (dead) target before rolling safely to the bottom step. By the time she was back up straight, her mind had a solid guess about what that ball really was.
Before a booming explosion that half the wing could feel, the ambush team might have heard a Southern Belle shout the words they'd all about to think:
"Aww, shit!"
Genosha, Main Streets: Something Wrong, Officer?
Once the charging troopers got a good look at him, they'd realize the glowing suspect was far from a man—he was probably no more than ten or eleven years old. And while his one green eye and one red eye (not to mention his remarkably calm demeanor when blaster rifles were aimed at him) might make him look a little odd, he definitely didn't fit the typical "rebel scum" figure. Still, this was a weird place, and it was probably best to arrest first,
interrogate and tortureask questions later."D-did I d-do something w-wrong?" While the boy stuttered. He kept his shoulders hunched over defensively while inching away from the Big Scary Grown-Ups, though he kept an eye at the close distance between the troopers and the bus stop he'd been covering behind—the one that had four of his hand prints pressed on its outer edges.
The few remaining onlookers didn't dare intervene; some ran for their lives when the tank cannon turned in their direction, while the reaming few just kept a safe distance from the ongoing mess. If they had any plans to interfere, they weren't going to act on them yet.
Genosha, Palace Lounge: Incoming Call!
As the swift raids commenced elsewhere, Agent Vicket would find herself entrenched in a deep conversation with Genosha's leader, King Magnus. After discussing the kingdom's controversial issues—issues with their neighbors to the North and East, the major expenses in maintaining the city's massive wall, requests for some nonsense items for a genetic project—the topics leaned back towards the Empire, specifically Emperor Palpatine. Like before, the questions weren't invasive; the Mutant King just seemed to have a keen interest in the man who crushed an established corrupt government and built something grander from its ashes. Seems power recognizes power, even in this massive difference in scale.
It was possible Vicket heard a highly-muffled bang, but Magnus didn't appear to notice. The Major's hail, however, was something he couldn't ignore.
"Forgive my curiosity, Your Excellency, but what is that?" The Mutant King pointed to the blinking device on the Agent's person: her holocom.
From his chair, Magnus could sense the tiny shreds of metal that allowed the device to work. As Agent Vicket decided what to do with the call, her host focused on those small key fragments, ready to turn them out of place at the right moment. Crushing the thing would be easy enough, but he wanted to ensure the damage wasn't irreversible. After all, you never know when a device like that could prove useful.