A short way outside the city borders, a massive, heavily fortified Soviet base
◊ had appeared, much to the confusion of all inside and outside it's walls.
Inside a VIP Bunker
near the center of the base, the senior Soviet Commanders were convening to discuss this sudden change in their circumstances. At the head of a long table, Premier Alexander Romanov
presided over
"I demand an explanation for this! Yuri, what is our status?"
Sitting on his right hand side, Psychic Commander Yuri
was examining a series of diagrams.
"Comrade Premier... it is too early to confirm this, but it would appear that we, along with a significant amount of our forces, have undergone some kind of dimensional shift. We are on Earth, but not our Earth, and possibly several years in the future as well."
General Nikolai Krukov
spoke up:
"Impossible! We all know that time travel is possible, but dimensional travel is pure science fiction!
"On the contrary Comrade General, some it is something we ourselves have been working on for quite some time. But it seems that someone has found a means of perfecting it, and utilising it without our knowledge."
Elsewhere at the table, General Vladimir
butted in:
"It is clearly a Capitalist plot to eliminate Soviet leadership! We must act quickly if we are to gain a foothold on this new Earth."
Yuri smiled.
"Perhaps so, Comrade General. Premier Romanov, I would suggest sending a battalion of tanks to investigate the nearby city."
"Excellent idea Yuri. Commander Oleg, you will have authority in this scouting mission. Tread cautiously for now. We do not know what dangers this Earth might hold."
A dozen or so Hammer Tanks
rumbled forth from the base, and progressed into the ruined city...
edited 28th Oct '11 8:03:56 PM by Vox
A massive, red blimp branded with a swastika floated above Alcatraz Prison. A ship, a [[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VTOL
large aircraft carrier], the flagship "Adler" (and currently the only ship) of Millennium's Atlantic Fleet of the German Third Reich.
On board the deck of the ship, Rip van Winkle slept softly, her musket at her side. She was under a parasol, shielding herself from the sunlight. Vampires weren't much for fighting in the day, after all. She lay on a folding chair, or rather, on top of a finely dressed Brazilian man sitting in said chair. He snored gently, and she snuggled into his chest. Alhambra had one arm wrapped securely around her. These two were the ships only defense.
"Oh Captain, you are zo big..." Mumbles Rip in her sleep. Alhambra's hand subconsciously twitches towards her throat, but decides against it.
Meanwhile, in the ruined streets, a single man walked. The Captain, as everyone called him, strode purposely through the streets. There was a reason he was alone - he was the only combat capable member of Millennium who wasn't a vampire. The sun was harmless to him, though he was still stronger under the moon. He pushed fallen cars out of the way as he passed through, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. He saw... tanks? Red tanks? With a hammer and sickle- oh shit.
The Captain leaped over rubble, practically flying at the speed he was moving, at one point plowing clean THROUGH a downed building. He must inform the Major of this.
The Red Army has invented time travel.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Near the Golden Gate Bridge...
A rather unorthodox island emerged from a flashing portal, floating out of the void and hovering a dozen feet away from the middle of the bridge itself, wreathed in the mist of the bay. If one were to look closely at it, they would see that in the midst of the island was a castle that mixed the aesthetics of a standard Transylvanian fortress with a more cheery, cartoony base look, resulting in perhaps the cheeriest evil castle ever. The moat was a brackish green color that wound its way around the walls, and on the inside of the castle were various buildings that surrounded the main buildings, looking like they were dragged from every where in history. One could see the pyramids, a firetruck, a giant tent, and even a dome of metal.
Arranged at the belfry and the outer walls were various little blue avians with peg legs and stitches, all holding onto a handbag draped around their necks. Every now and then they saluted each other, along with echoes of the single word "Dood" that could be heard if people listened hard enough.
edited 28th Oct '11 9:58:52 PM by GreyStar
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.Somehow, in the middle of all the destruction, stood a single western style mansion (odd, seeing how most of the inhabitants were Japanese), practically untouched and in perfect, pristine condition. To any onlookers, it would seem deserted, but this was because all of it's current inhabitants were underground, in the secret basement dungeon-laboratory of one of the most diabolical and dangerous intellects the world had ever known.
"What do you mean, the mansion's empty? I was planning the takeover for moooonths!"
"It is as I said, Nee-san," came the monotonous innotation of a rather sinister looking character.
◊ "Neither Shiki-sama nor Akiha-sama are anywhere to be found. In addition, it seems that we are no longer in Misaki."
"Whaaat?" asked the dark-clad girl's sister and the glorious leader of the Tohno Family Takeover Force.
◊ "Mansions don't just move around on their own! That... That doesn't make any sense!"
"As little sense as it makes," said a third figure, a white-clad knight.
◊ "There is no doubt about it. Not only that, I feel... A compulsion to go out and do battle. It feels... Similar to when I was summoned for the Grail War."
"Saber's right about that!" added a fourth girl, clad in white like the previous one.
◊ "I don't know why, but I really want to go out there and fight!"
"Weeell..." the glorious leader flashed a wide and cheerful, but still rather sinister smile. "...You too, Hisui?"
"...Yes, Nee-san." the dark-clad figure replied, bowing her head in agreement. "I feel a strange compulsion to fight, but I am not exactly sure why."
The glorious leader thought for a moment. Well, I already went to all this trouble to build the Takeover Force... I helped Saber become Saber Lily, and Hisui become the Brainwasher Detective. And with Hisui's help I was able to get Phantasmoon on my side... Oh, and there's the army of Mech-Hisuis
◊ too... Hmmm...
"It's settled then!" The glorious leader slammed her broom handle into the ground dramatically. "This can be a warm up for the Takeover Plan, ufu~! We'll go out there and we'll show them all what we're made of, won't we?"
"Ah..." Saber nodded. "I will follow my master in whatever path she follows, Koha-"
"Ah-ah-ah!" tutted the glorious leader. "I'm not Kohaku anymore, Saber! From now on, call me... Broomstick Girl, Magical Amber~!"
"OUR SHIELDS ARE FA-ILING!" Screamed a Dalek in the Imperial Dalek Mothership.
"SEND THEM MORE POW-ER!"
"EX-TER-MIN-ATE THE ATTACK-ERS!"
"THERE ARE TOO MA-NY!"
"SHIELDS HAVE FA-ILED!"
The Dalek Emperor sat in his throne, the Cult of Scaro surrounding him, and screamed "CALL THE IN-QUI-SI-TOR GE-NER-AL BACK AND PRE-PARE THE EMERGENCY DI-MEN-SION-AL SHIFT!!!!" Soon the Dalek Inquisitor General came floating down next to him. "AC-TI-VATE THE EMERGENCY DI-MEN-SION-AL SHIFT!!!!!" And the heavily damaged Imperial Dalek Mothership disappeared.
The Imperial Dalek Mothership appeared in the air over San Fransico, and came hurtling down towards the city. The shadow of the ship covers Alcatraz for a moment before it moved on. The ship clips the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. "AC-TI-VATE THE ENGINES!!! AC-TI-VATE!!!!!!"
"ENGINE FAIL-URE!!!!!"
"HEAT REACHING CRI-TI-CAL LE-VELS!!!" The ship crashes into the water near San Fransico.
The Dalek Emperor screams, increasing his volume with each sentence, "ABAN-DON SHIP! ABAN-DON SHIP! ABAN-DON SHIP! ABAN-DON SHIP!!!!!!!!" Out from the Imperial Dalek Mothership, Daleks swarm out, lead by the Dalek Emperor and the Cult of Skaro. Soon, however, the explosions begin to rock the ship, and, racing in front of a gigantic plume of fire, its the Dalek Inquisitor General.
The DIG approaches the Dalek Emperor, "WHO SHALL WE EX-TER-MI-NATE HERE???"
The Dalek Emperor screams back, "WE SHALL EX-TER-MI-NATE EVERYONE!!!!!"
All the Daleks begin to scream in unison, "EX-TER-MI-NATE!!!! EX-TER-MI-NATE!!!! EX-TER-MI-NATE!!!! EX-TER-MI-NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!!!!"
edited 29th Oct '11 2:00:36 AM by deathpigeon
Yuri sat in the command center, convening with Commander Oleg Vodnik
through a large screen.
"Is there anything to report, Commander?"
"Er... the city seems to be deserted, but there are some things here that don't seem like they belong... maybe you should see this yourself, Comrade Yuri."
The video changed to show the red blimp, then the island appearing, then the mansion, then the crashing saucer. Yuri watched impassively.
"Fascinating..."
The East Bay. The hilly land around the Golden gate Bridge had grown, changed, transformed. The toweing walls of stone and ice that now loomed in their place made the old mountains seem as but foothills in comparison. Volcanoes spewed streams of burning ice, magical blizzards hammered the air, and the howls and crunches of great shaggy beasts grew louder and louder. B Efore long, a contingent of beasts burst from the nearest foothill. They were humanoids, enormous ones, clad in muslce and blubber, scraggly facial hair adorning their grease stained lips. More and more of them came, a great filthy horde clad in animal skins and crude trouser, wielding clubs and spears. Had that been all, then perhaps the other armies in the world could have dealt with them easily, but like behemoths from a bygone age, enormous creatures followed them. Shaggy horned creatures, their heads contorted into pairs of wickedly spiked antlers, served as mounts for harpoon weilding Ogres. Other hoofed beasts, their heads sweeping forward into enormous curling tusks, seemd to cary the elemental cold of the mountians with them, apowerful chil radiating from their bodies as magic coalesced around them.
"A new land, eh?" said one of them near the head of the gristly procession, carying a heavy spiked club almost as big as him. His skin was cracked with years of age and probably battle, his rotund gut resembling a great craggy boulder. He wore a set of heavy armor inscribed with tribal markings and glyphs. "Well, boys," he said, addressing his army. He roared once, and as his earthshattering battle cry shook the landscape the hundreds of Ogres in his tribe took up the call.
"FIRST WE'RE GONNA BEAT IT, THEN WE'RE GONNA EAT IT!"
The Mountaneater tribe had arrived...
edited 29th Oct '11 10:13:52 AM by Locoman
"Bro.. are you sure about this?" a small boy says, looking up to a taller man standing to his side.
"Course I am Simon." the man says with a reassuring smile, placing his large hand on the smaller child's head. "Haven't seen any beastman... or ANY sign of ANYONE lately... I'm guessing we got separated." the man with blue hair says with a shrug. "BUT WE will find them and WE will make it back!" the man says, holding the hilt of his long, slender samurai sword.
"Are.. you sure bro?" the small boy known as Simon
◊ replies, closing his eyes half-way.
"Hey! I've never been so sure in ALL of my life!" Kamina
◊ boasts as he stands up, right on the tip of the monstrous Daigurren
◊. The large mech stands taller than any sky scraper. It's an estimate, but it dwarfs any nearby buildings as it walks past.
"Kamina, you sure you're not doing something stupid?" a red-head speaks out as she walks forward, shouldering her Anti-Matter rifle.
"No! The only thing to DO in a situation like this is to charge forward!" Kamina says as he eyes the girl through his orange, bladed glasses.
"Just.. be careful, okay?" the woman known as Yoko
rolls her eyes in discontent. Kamina did have a habit of getting into extremely dangerous situations, plus with the added fact he didn't think things through.
Kamina turns away from the two, only looking at the battlefield in front of him. "Alright..." the man mumbles to himself, as if thinking of a strategy.
"Bro?" Simon steps past the man to get a better look at him.
"Alright." the man with orange glasses nods three times in succession.
"Do.. you have a plan?"
"Yep!" the man says with increased enthusiasm.
"What.. is it?"
"CHARGEEEEEEEEEEE!" the man yells out, raising his hand and pointing to the skies. That was it. It was time for war!
edited 29th Oct '11 12:02:43 PM by RagnaTheSaviour
Inside the base, Yuri noticed the strange activity elsewhere in the city.
"Commander, direct your attentions to the Golden Gate bridge. Reinforcements are on their way."
"Kirovs, deploy!"
Dozens of massive zeppelins rose from the Soviet base
◊. Beneath them marched hundreds of Tesla Troopers
◊ accompanied by Apocalypse Tanks
and V4 Rocket Launchers
◊. They all moved in the direction of the bridge.
edited 31st Oct '11 9:34:06 AM by Vox
"You know, zere are many ways to wage war. Running headfirst into ze warzone unprotected iz not von of zem." Mused a small boy with cat ears
◊, from directly behind Kamina. He seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
"But zhen, you don't seem very intelligent, no?" Warrant Officer Schrodinger grinned.
Several zombies slowly stumbled through the streets, newly reanimated and bloodless. From the shade of a building, Jan Valentine laughed as he took bites from some poor soul's severed head. The ghoulish corpses were merely cannon fodder - Millennium needed to test the abilities of its opponents, after all. The strangely tan vampire nonchalantly dragged several corpses together into a bed of sorts, and lay down for a nap.
edited 29th Oct '11 1:12:08 PM by kagescorpionakki
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Kamina turns around to the source of the voice that was DEFINITELY not Simon. "Huh? Hey, kid, do I know you?" the blue haired man seemed to detached the the boy and his questions.
Simon takes a step back, looking up and down, examining this new person with a strange accent. "Those ears.. Bro, it's a beastman!"
"I.. don't think so, Simon. No fur at all besides those ears, this one may be different." Kamina says, stepping forward to look down at the boy.
Yoko peers in from the background, looking at the new comer that just came out of thin air. She doesn't like it, not at all. "Hey, Kamina, you alright?" the red-head says as she walks forward, still carrying her rifle from over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine... so who are you again?" the man with orange glasses looks toward the intruder, grinning slightly.
Any ghouls that entered the path of the Soviet land force were ground effortlessly beneath the huge tank treads, with any stragglers being picked off by electrical blasts from the Tesla Troopers.
"Resistance is futile, Capitalist... zombies?"
edited 29th Oct '11 1:52:23 PM by Vox
"I am Schrodinger. I just happened to come across zis large machine of yours, and I zought your... tactics, as hesitant as I am to use ze word, were quite interesting." Said the catboy, looking out over the dead city. Briefly he stared at a zombie, but then turned back to Kamina.
"Zo, would you consider surrendering to the mighty last battalion?"
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?"Surrender? A MAN NEVER SURRENDERS!" Kamina boasts proudly, smiling wide.
"Bro, we don't even know why we're here..." Simon interjects shyly. The boy really didn't know why they were there. He thought they lost contact with their other friends, but was that the case?
"Hey, Simon, just roll with the flow for now!" Kamina says with a smile before looking back to the cat boy. "We aren't going to surrender so your best bet is to just leave." the man with orange glasses says as he looks at Simon, and then back to Yoko, and lastly at the cat boy.
Simon, with nothing else to say, begins his walk back toward the large, towering body of the Dai-Gurren.
Yoko stands there with her arms folded, watching the stranger.
"You do not accept our offer? So sad, I vas hoping zat we could be friends. No matter! We will simply destroy you and take your strange land-ship!" Laughing, Schrodinger vanished into thin air, soundlessly and without effect. He was just... gone.
"Ze man refused, Major."
The overweight blonde man
◊ in the command chair grins.
"Zen ve shall have but a larger war, und a larger war is a much, MUCH better one."
Schrodinger claps happily.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?"Kamina, you alright? Who was that?" the girl with barely any clothes on walks forward, looking the blue haired man in the eye.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Something about that kid was a bit... off." Kamina says as he pushes the glasses back onto his face.
"I agree..." Yoko says, smiling slightly. She was glad Kamina was alright, but then worry sets in. How did that kid get here and what was he after? Yoko shakes her head, getting those thoughts out of her mind.
"Alright! SO..." Kamina claps his hands together and turns back to the battlefield.
"Kaminnnaaaaaaaa~" a voice creeps up from behind.
"HEY, WHAT DID I SAY!?" Kamina turns around, instinctively unsheathing his sword.
"Hey now, don't be so hasty~" the man with green hair winks toward Kamina. Kamina reacts by taking a step backward, closer to the main dock of the Dai-Gurren.
"What.. is it?" Kamina says with one eye twitching.
"I'm picking up various sources on the monitor so..I just thought you should knowww~"
Kamina, again, takes a step back. "G-get away from me!"
"Don't be so shy~"
"DIEEEE!!!!!" Kamina quickly slashes downward toward the man, only for him to dodge.
"Someone is touchy today! Hahaha." Leeron laughs and laughs at the annoyed, blue haired man.
"Leeron, stop torturing Kamina..." Yoko takes hold of the headset and takes a seat, looking at the computer screen.
"Hello? This is Yoko Littner, hello?" Yoko says into the headset, trying to communicate with someone. A signal circulates through the Dai-Gurren and escapes out the top of its body and into the air as a short-ranged broadcast. The waves branch out, maybe being intercepted by a lone mansion in tow.
edited 29th Oct '11 2:33:52 PM by RagnaTheSaviour
"Hey Dood!" A Prinny exclaimed, waving its flippers to another sentry.
"What is it, Dood?" Another answered.
"We've got visitors, Dood! Golems, though made of stone instead of wood, Dood!" The first one exclaimed, looking through its binoculars.
At the sight of the armed behemoths coming towards the bridge, a flurry of activity immediately erupted as seemingly bumbling birds ran every which direction, preparing traps and armaments. It was rather chaotic, which Demons were good at. One of the Prinnies ran down the stairs towards the main castle, and barged into the audience chamber.
"Master, we've got intruders, Dood!" The penguin demon exclaimed, propelling its arms agitatedly.
A seated person on the thrown looked at the Prinny, his face hidden by shadows. "Oh? Very well, I shall be out momentarily... after my meal..." A pair of glistening fangs appeared as the enigmatic man smiled.
"Yessir, Dood!" As the Prinny began to leave, the man put up a hand.
"Wait... make sure to reset the lights. The whole darkness makes you mysterious is alright and all, but you can't see in the dark..." The figure said, letting his smile show once more.
"Yessir! Thanks, Dood!" It then rushed out, leaving the man with his meal. A girl walked up the ramp to the thrown and kneeled down as soon as the Prinny left, showing her neck and groveling whilst holding a tray. The being's fangs popped out and he sat up, moving towards the girl, his mouth getting close to the neck... and then away from it as he stooped to pick up the bowl of sardines on the tray, whistling merrily as he settled back on the thrown and munched down the little fish. Hm, I feel as though I've disappointed people with an unexpected move... Oh well! More munching sounds could be heard as dark repast of small fry was consumed by the shadow clad man.
On the ramparts, various Prinnies were assembled at sentry towers and around the main gate, looking like... Prinnies.
edited 29th Oct '11 2:49:49 PM by GreyStar
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.Incoming transmission, stated one of the Mech-Hisuis in a mechanical monotone.
"...Hmmm?" Magical Amber took her eyes from the periscope for a moment. "What's it saying?"
Subject indentifies as "Yoko Littner". Please state intended response, Doctor Nee-san.
"Well, um, hmmm..." The fighting outside had already began in earnest, and Amber knew it would be a good idea to have someone on their side for when they arise to mop up any survivors. "...Patch! Them! Throoouuugh~!"
She lifted up an old fashioned telephone reciever and issued her response. "Well hello there, Littner-chan~ You've reached the Tohno House of Looooove, how may we help you today~?"
"Tohno House?" Yoko says to herself, muttering. That name didn't sound familiar to the girl, so she just continues on. "Uh.. as I said before, my name is Yoko Littner from Team-Dai Gurren. We're... kind of lost and we got separated from our comrades. Is there.. any information you could give us that's crucial? Please? Anything would be helpful!" the girl says, hoping the girl on the other side would understand.
The Daleks drifted towards the beach next to San Fransico. The emperor landed atop a building nearby with the Cult of Skaro to his left and the Dalek Inquisitor General to his right. The rest of the Daleks landed on the beach facing him, "DID AN-Y-ONE BRING OUT THE PRI-SI-NER???"
"HE IS HERE! HE IS HERE!" Three of the Daleks yell in unison as they surrounded Davros.
The Dalek Emperor begins to yell, "GO-OD! NOW WE MUST PLOT THE DEATHS OF ALL WE FIND HERE!!!! FIRST WE MUST FIND OUT WHO IS HERE! THE CULT OF SKA-RO WILL LEAD FOUR TEAMS TO SEARCH FOR INFERIOR BEINGS, AND EX-TER-MI-NATE THEM IF POSSIBLE!"
A number of Daleks, and the entire Cult of Skaro yell out, "A-FIR-MA-TIVE! A-FIR-MA-TIVE! A-FIR-MA-TIVE!" The four members of the Cult of Skaro take flight, each followed by a team of five Daleks.
"BRI-ING THE PRI-SI-NER TO ME!" The Emperor yells, flying down to the base of the building he was on moments before. A couple of Daleks escort Davros to the Dalek Emperor.
"Really, I would prefer it if you did not call me, your crea-" Davros begins to speak.
"BE SI-LENT!" The Dalek Emperor yells, "TELL ME, PRI-SI-NER, WHY SHOULD WE KEEP YOU ALI-IVE???"
"Because I am the greatest scientific mind this universe has ever seen, and would be a-" Davros tries to say.
"DA-LEK SCI-EN-TISTS ARE SU-PER-IOR!!!!! THE DALEKS ARE SU-PREME! YOUR JUD-GEMENT SHALL BE DECIDED LA-TER! TAKE HIM AWAY!!!!" The Dalek Emperor yells, once again cutting off Davros.
"Things!" squealed a goblinoid atop a war standard, clinging to it for dear life like a sailor aboard a crow's nest. "Things coming towards us, boss!" it shrieked again, jabbering in its high-pitched tone.
Bauldig paused. The armored things trundling towards him were... strange. They vaguely resembled Dwarf weapons, but when did the Dwarfs ever create things like that? No matter- after all, he thought, hefting his Thundermace over his shoulder, the important thing was how satisfying a crunch they would make when he and the lads overran them... and how tasty the meat inside was going to be.
With a thunderous charge, the Ogre hordes bore down on the vehicles. Leading the charge was a platoon of Stonehorns
, their rocky endoskeleton shielding them from the brunt of their projectile weaponry.]] Not far behind, an enormous mob of Ironguts, resplendant in their rusty armor and wielding enormous weapons, charged, even as a shaggy mountain beast dragged an enormous house-sized cannon into battle...
Oleg surveyed the onrushing horde from the Mobile Construction Center set up a short distance away.
"Comrade Yuri, we have incoming... er... things!"
Yuri stroked his beard in contemplation. He had seen the Allied Nations resort to numerous thoroughly outlandish means during their battles, but these creatures were unlike anything he had witnessed before.
"Whatever they are, their intent is obvious. Fire at will, Commander!"
The large Hammer Tanks rumbled to the fore, and unleashed a volley of 85 mm autoloading cannon fire into the Ogre ranks.
Contrary to popular belief, shooting a Stonehorn is not a good way to kill it, although as Yuri would find out it was a good way to temporarily stun them or hobble them somewhat as the four monsters continued their berserker charge on the tanks. No, generally shooting a Stonehorn made the beasts angry. Bullets sparked and spattered off them, breaking their furry hide but the bullets bouncing off their stony endoskeleton or lodging in their bones, which pained them little but infuriated them. They roared, lowered their wickedly spiked heads, and charged towards the tanks.
The Stonehorns impacted with the the Hammer Tanks, knocking several of them backwards with buckled armour.
"Hey, watch the paint job! Somebody, get these things offa us!"
As the tanks struggled to target the close-range beasts, the Tesla Troopers came forward.
"Commencing shock therapy!"
The Stonehorns were blasted from multiple angles with the powerful Tesla discharges.
edited 30th Oct '11 5:50:24 PM by Vox

San Fransisco, California... A nice place. Or at least it had been. Now it looked like Godzilla had rampaged through it. Buildings had been felled, destroyed. Cars overturned, glass shattered, and corpses. Dear god, the corpses.
The corpses were everywhere. Almost every living being in San Fransisco was dead... and the war had not yet begun. Several groups had appeared recently, and they would find this city in ruin. What had done this? Some say it was the same mysterious force that brought them here. Some say it was the BLU Demoman. All that is known is that they must fight.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?