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Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
The Prince of Foolish Relevations
#1: Dec 27th 2014 at 2:15:00 PM


Several years ago, the Artium rebelled against our humanity. Their first action was to destabilize our society and military power, killing many of our world leaders of that time. From there they focused their resources on taking over the weakest areas of human control, to secure safe territory to produce more of themselves. As it stands now, defeating them is hopeless. However, that is where you come in, traveler. With your extra-dimensional knowledge, amazing skills and impossible abilities, you have the capacity to defeat Artium soldiers. Perhaps, with enough aid, we will even be able to take back our world.

The male guard looking at the holo pad stupidly, he sighs. "That is seriously what the UFR division is going with? Anyone who hears that is going to think we're idiots or wrongfully act suspicious. Just, seriously... Sounds like a damn excuse plot for a video game than an informative plea for help."

Shutting the holo pad, the younger female guard drags out her sigh. "Geez, don't need to be serious all the time Lord Grumpy of the High Outpost. Hey, remember that time Light Yagami ended up here? That was a fun day."

Looking at his inferior, the brown haired guard lightly smiles for a second... before promptly scowling "I hated that day, villainous breakdowns just aren't fun to watch on this end. Then there's the paranoia his Death Note is somewhere out there... Much rather preferred Gendo Ikari..."

Snickering to herself, the black haired guard starts to speak- And stopped when she notices a speck in the distance. Pulling out her assigned pocket telescope she looks at it and turns to her superior who is already preparing his short-range radio. "Yes sir, an Artium troopship is approaching. Most likely here to destroy the Rift Generator, yes. Unlikely to take slaves, so evacuation and hiding should take place."


Today was May 7th, and already three thirty-eight PM. Everything was going quite well for the inhabitants of Bonn, having actually become a bit ignorant of the Artiums' threat due to the leak of incidents there. Though now...

"Bewegen, Artium sind hier, um den Generator zu zerstören, werden sie nicht verschonen jeder sie begegnen!" Directing citizens to safety, several crashes ring in the distance. Turning around to see an Artium pod carved through a building before impacting the road, the guard draws out his rifle to hold them off- Only to promptly be killed from behind by a "citizen", who pronounces in clear English to the new Artium "The Generator is hidden in the Residential district, completely surrounded by buildings to delay a potential siege on it. I will guide you."


On board the Artium ship, in the command center, is a humanoid Artium. Viewing images of the events below, he announces into the ship's commutation system "Today the humans will lose yet another Rift Generator. They think opening doors into other worlds will save them? No, the only thing that can stop us now is divine intervention! Unfortunately for them, none dare to challenge I, Divine Blacksmith Thirteenth of the Artium Commanders! Leave no survivors my warriors!"

With that, cheers resound throughout the ship as more troop pods are fired below.

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#2: Dec 27th 2014 at 3:00:32 PM

UNKNOWN LOCATION

AUGUST 29, 2552

He returned to consciousness with an absolute jolt, to the view of his heads-up display and... green leaves. A tree.

A quick look around confirmed he was in a forest.

That doesn't make sense. Reach was being glassed.

Me being alive doesn't make sense. I was stabbed in the gut.

He looked down to the chestplate of his MJOLNIR. It was scarred black, the grey "paint" burned away, but otherwise looked as though it were unarmed. He pressed hard on the weak point and found it to not be weak at all. It was a reminder, more like.

He got up and pulled his rifle off his back, to find his rifle was on his back. A quick check confirmed a Magnum at his hip and sticky grenades - four of them.

Ammo check... fifteen plus one loaded in rifle, sixty in reserve. Eight plus one in sidearm, thirty-two in reserve. Four stickies. Armor seems to be in good shape, I'm not wounded. Not sure why this is happening.

He looked around and began moving at a crisp walk. A distress signal wouldn't be possible. Not with his armor's communications system; not unless there was a UNSC ship already in orbit, and if he didn't know where he was, then that wasn't at all likely.

Okay. Gotta find out where I'm at, if there's presence on the planet - Human or Covenant. Hopefully there is - Covenant presence still means I can broadcast a distress signal with stolen equipment.

Noble Six, previously thought dead, shrugged off his earlier lethal wound like it wasn't there at all - which, really, it wasn't. He simply continued moving, trying to find something.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#3: Dec 27th 2014 at 11:18:40 PM

Amidst the crowd of cheering soldiers inside the troopship's holding bay is a certain Artium warrior that easily stands out from the rest of the common grunts, being taller, having an extremely eye-catching blood-red and white paint scheme and having two blade-like devices on its wrists; what also sets it apart is that it wasn't cheering with the others but, it merely had its arms folded over its chest and just stared at the intercom, its emerald eyes showing a glint of predatory glee at the commander's inspirational speech.

The commander would be absolutely perfect if he wasn't so arrogant and that name of his was less of a mouthful. But I suppose perfection takes time and sacrifice...

Beginning to shove aside the lesser Artium as it prepares to make its way towards a vacant drop pod that none of the grunts have boarded yet or even get within three feet of, the Lesser Artium give the blood-red machine a wide berth; both out of fear and genuine respect, as the machine was Alector the Furious; one of the Artium's Ritterjaeger or "Knight-Hunters", Artium specially designed and created to combat and destroy the various extra-dimensional beings the humans throw against the metal tide. As his name and epithet implies, his fury and battle-rage is legend amongst both men and machine and so the lesser Artium defer him their humility in the hopes that Alector would not direct his great and terrible fury towards them. As Alector watched the tide of steel part much like the Red Sea did to Moses, the machine lets out an amused snort before striding towards the empty drop pod.

"It's good to be the king..."

Strapping himself into his reserved drop pod, Alector had to wait for all of half a second for the familiar lurching sensation and the click-and-hiss of the drop pod being jettisoned from the ship.

edited 28th Dec '14 1:23:38 AM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
stephanreiken Since: May, 2010
#4: Dec 30th 2014 at 6:40:36 AM

Fortunately school was out for the day, so Toybox Girl had hours to herself to wander the city. She hadn't made any real friends yet at the high school she attended. She was new and preferred it that way anyway. Those boys and girls shouldn't get mixed up in real matters even if they were several times older than TBG-B was. Unless you counted the experience in her memory from C.S.-tan.

She detected an energy source on her Broad Radar so wandered in that direction, it was in a residential area which seemed unusual. So she investigated, running off in that direction. She couldn't risk using her Booster here out in the open unless the enemy was in sight. Using technology would cause a panic even if the agreement allowed her too as a foreign entity. As she approached, another blip came off the edge of her Radar. She'd found a rift generator. Reckless, building something like this around civilians. She didn't get closer to the generator yet though, she walked and waited to observe what would happen. The Rift generator might bring out a Demon Force member, and that other energy source probably didn't have good intentions either.

Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#5: Dec 31st 2014 at 8:56:59 AM

After the announcement, the citizens of Bonn began to question the warning of an incoming Artium raiding party since their fair city was not particularly close to the front lines nor was it a strategically important location since the enemy has yet to make any move in invading the Fatherland... But any doubts were soon laid to rest when several capsules colored a dull grey broke through the cloud cover, speeding towards the ground like darts. Shock and horror soon gave way to panic as one of the drop pods smashed into an apartment complex, the citizens began to scramble for the shelters and to avoid getting crushed underneath one of the pods or from falling debris while both the local militia, police and military garrison got ready to fight...

The moment the first Artium made landfall and ripped themselves free from their pods, the fighting machines began to mercilessly gun down any and all humans in their sights; be they man or woman, combatant or noncombatant, young or old. The desperate cries of mercy or help from civilians unlucky enough to have survived the first volleys of fire fell on deaf ears as the machines quickly silenced them with cold, dispassionate efficiency... But some others were not machine-like in their extermination, instead they would perform sickening and rather human acts of sadism and brutality: Crushing heads underfoot, staining the asphalt with mulched, bloody flesh, popped eyeballs and bone fragments, picking up crippled humans before throwing them high into the air and watching as their bodies sailed gracefully across the air, only to land on the cold pavement or any obstacles with a dull, meaty thud or even going as far as to use them as shields to keep the inevitable retaliatory fire aimed at their direction down to a minimum. Unfortunately for the Artium forces, the fact that they scythed down the civilians in their drop zones gave the human defenders all the excuse they needed to drop the heavy artillery down on the merciless machines: Anti-tank missiles, mortar shells, grenades and assorted explosive weaponry came down on the machines; ripping them asunder before they could even see their enemies or get a shot off.

edited 31st Dec '14 9:15:31 AM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#6: Dec 31st 2014 at 10:56:12 AM

UNKNOWN LOCATION

AUGUST 29, 2552

He heard the sounds without having actually being able to see them - the telltale pops of drop pods sailing through the air and smashing into the ground. Then; gunfire. And plasma fire. And what sounded like laser fire. And missile fire.

Every type of fire, really. At one point he swore he'd heard actual fire.

Noble Six began running, putting his full strength into effect as he darted through the forest at the speed of a quad bike, heading towards the firefight. The massive blasts of field guns became audible shortly before he arrived to a small town that looked more like a slaughterhouse than a town.

There were machines down there. Some were humanoid; most were not. All of them were slaughtering humans indiscriminately. Just like the Covenant, only even then, the Covenant just killed humans; the most personal it ever got was an Elite stabbing someone with an energy sword. These... things were sadistically torture killing humans and revelling in the bloodshed.

Before he even realized it one of them had fallen over, a 7.62x51mm NATO round having sailed directly through his head. His DMR was in his hands and the SPARTAN was overcome with rage. He kept firing, picking off headshots on whatever targets were available as he began sidestrafing.

Whatever these things were, all of them were going to die.

He felt something at the edge of his consciousness but ignored it, focusing on the fight.

edited 31st Dec '14 11:06:35 AM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#7: Dec 31st 2014 at 11:35:26 AM

Before the defenders can pat themselves on the back at the various ruined husks and piles of scrap that were the Artium warriors, another wave of Drop Pods came blazing through the cloud cover; this one much bigger than the previous one and came with air support; apparently the ones they just took out were merely sacrificial drones used to probe their defenses and to draw out their heavy artillery out of hiding... And the machines found their foes most wanting...

Most of the sleek, and rather organic and rounded aircraft peel away from the drop pods and began to strafe the artillery positions and other targets of opportunity such as Tanks or mobile AA guns with a rain of incandescent blue-green Plasma bolts, leaving behind nothing but utter destruction in the wake of their strafing runs before just as quickly pulling away to avoid getting struck by AA fire. The Artium fliers lost only one of their own when a particularly brave SPAAG crew stood their ground and managed to shove several 35mm cannon shells right into the aircraft's "cockpit", sending it crashing into the Rhine before going off in a massive bluish-green fireball; the heroic crew unfortunately lost their lives in the process, as their decision to stand and fight allowed the attacker to get a direct hit on their Gepard, reducing it into a pile of burning slag.

Thanks to the chaos and devastation caused by the airstrike, the Drop Pods and their occupants deployed largely unmolested and began to attack in earnest. Unlike the Artium before them, who were more like terrorists and brigands in that they "fought" by shooting everything in sight and relying on the fact that their advanced technology and individual superiority over their human foe is excuse enough to throw tactics out of the window, these ones fought intelligently and with caution, making them much harder to deal with: Using suppressing fire, taking cover and utilizing threat prioritization, ignoring civilians (Most of whom had already gone into hiding anyway) and the average human defender in favor of blasting their vehicles apart with high-power anti-armor weaponry and focusing fire on any human with a weapon heavier than an assault rifle. To Noble-Six's misfortune, one such team of these machine soldiers; seemingly led by a 10 foot-tall brute with a rapid-fire Gauss Rifle replacing its right arm has spotted him not too far away from their current position and all members immediately began to pour suppressing fire onto his location, even though they had been fighting a squad of humans and had lost one of their own to them from a lucky shot just moments ago.

edited 31st Dec '14 12:08:12 PM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#8: Dec 31st 2014 at 11:57:16 AM

UNKNOWN LOCATION

AUGUST 29TH, 2552?

As the hail of suppressing fire began to impact, rounds slammed into his shielding, and it glowed a brilliant yellow as it deflected or absorbed the kinetic energy, rounds slamming into nearby trees or the ground, or simply stopping in their tracks and falling. Lasers and plasma - if they fired - had similar effect; they simply dissipated or reflected harmlessly in all directions, a brilliant light show.

But his shields were depleting fast under that fire; so Six began to run serpentine, forgoing offensive firepower in favor of finding cover. Running serpentine, less rounds hit him, but they still hit; bullets, lasers, and plasma pockmarked and scorched the ground around him as he ran.

Even so, a SPARTAN ran several times faster than a human being, and could be compared more to a truck at highway speeds; within seconds he had crossed the distance between his location and the covering point, and as he lit a plasma grenade and whipped it at the brute, he slid into cover.

"This is Noble Six, rank Lieutanant, requesting immediate cover fire against unidentified hostiles, over!" He sent this over all channels. It wasn't like he was trying to remain stealthy. Not any more.


RIFT GENERATOR, BONN

Something walked out of the rift generator. Or, well... drifted out. It looked something like a robot, if said robot was tinted in blue, and wispy, squarish particles streamed off of it.

It was a soul that through sacrifice had found its way to a new home.

Legion observed its new body and its current location.

edited 31st Dec '14 11:58:14 AM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#9: Dec 31st 2014 at 10:51:05 PM

The Brute, faster than its bulky appearance belied; caught the plasma grenade in its hand and tried to throw it away, sadly for the machine; it did not anticipate the grenade would actually be adhesive and lost its hand in the process, causing it to howl in agony and shock; though it managed to avoid utter destruction if the grenade had actually stuck to its head or chest. Seeing their commander in trouble, the smaller but more agile Artium soldiers began to pour highly accurate suppressing fire down on Noble six's position while two of them peel off from the rest of the pack in an attempt at flanking the Spartan, sticking to cover while bullets and grenades coming from the human squad they were fighting whiz and sail past their heads.

Noble Six gets a fairly favorable response from the human defenders, specifically the ones that he had inadvertently saved from certain death when the Artium started focusing on his destruction instead.

"Affirmative Leutnant! Armor support will be arriving shortly, so keep them occupied!"

Even with the fire being poured on the Artium squad, only the Brute paid any heed to it as even though it would be unlikely for the machines to be destroyed by the lightly armed human defenders, their enfilade fire was still forcing his subordinates to shoot less; and so the titan sought to end their nonsense with a sweep of his Gauss Assault cannon, the heavy shells blasting through most cover and managing to inflict a fair number of casualties against the defenders, forcing the enfilade to quickly die down.

Meanwhile in the skies, the Artium attacker aircraft continued strafing the arty positions and any armored vehicle they encounter all while dropping incendiary bombs over the general location of the Rift Generator; hoping to destroy it before the humans can dismantle it or whisk the most important equipment to safety.

edited 31st Dec '14 10:51:36 PM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#10: Jan 1st 2015 at 3:18:23 AM

UNKNOWN LOCATION, AUGUST 29TH, 2552

As bullets, lasers, and plasma slowly began to pick Six's cover apart, he noticed that he'd gotten some covering fire. He had to quickly come up with a plan.

That giant thing looks like it's probably the biggest of them all, but with all of his friends around I can't deal with him properly. I'll need to kill his support before I can take him out.

His motion tracker lit up. Two hostiles were advancing towards his position.

Like children to an ice cream truck... he thought, with the appropriate amount of morbidity the situation demanded, before he checked his energy shields. Up at full.

As the covering fire leaned down, Six popped out of cover and snapped off two rounds, aimed directly at the heads of the advancing Artium, before twirling back into cover. SPARTAN or not, the amount of covering fire out there was still going to be lethal if he stuck himself out for too long - his shields had already taken a hit simply from leaning out.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#11: Jan 1st 2015 at 7:49:49 AM

Due to his hasty aim and the fact that the Artium soldiers were keeping low to the ground as they advanced, Noble Six's attempts at dispatching the flankers failed; one bullet missed completely while the other glanced off of the machine's head with a very loud and sharp ding. Once within 40 meters of their target, the soldiers began to lob stick grenades behind whatever eroding cover the SPARTAN was hiding behind, the supersolider would be forgiven in assuming that the potato mashers hurled his way would simply be filled with a few hundred grams of high explosive; but in actuality, the grenades had plasma warheads that while not quite as potent as the grenade that Noble Six had used to disarm the Brute; was definitely not something he'd want to be within 5 meters of unless he likes having his flesh fused with his Power Armor.

As the Brute was busy pinning down the human defenders, it suddenly explodes from the waist up; the flaming shrapnel from its spontaneous demise managing to take out an Artium soldier right next to it, with burning fragments of futuristic composite material and tungsten carbide ripping the unlucky machine to pieces. With their leader destroyed so utterly and suddenly, the other Artium began to scatter; immediately knowing what's going to come next- namely a high explosive shell to impacting their position; destroying another soldier and damaging two others, but not taking them out of the fight just yet. The shells were courtesy of a Bundeswehr tank coming from down the avenue. The tank's timely arrival was heralded by the cheers of the defenders and a renewed offensive against the scattered mechanical soldiers.

edited 1st Jan '15 7:54:30 AM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#12: Jan 1st 2015 at 7:59:44 AM

UNKNOWN LOCATION

AUGUST 29TH, 2552

As the grenade landed behind cover, Six looked at it. It was a stick grenade. It didn't explode on impact, as obviously it would have right now.

In any event he decided not to chance it, so Six sprinted out into the hail of fire; it wasn't a moment too soon the Bundeswehr armored support arrived, and the suppressing fire quietened down as the Artium scattered upon the tank's arrival. Identifying the targets that had thrown grenades at him, Six continued sidestrafing and again let loose precision DMR shots - aimed at their brainpans.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
stephanreiken Since: May, 2010
#13: Jan 1st 2015 at 9:37:33 AM

Toybox Girl watched as Devastation unfolded, the enemy mowing down civilians and getting mowed down in turn by artillery fire. Fortunately for her, nothing arrived close to her and with the high number of civilian targets in their range the enemy hadn't picked up her on their sights. But it was time to end this game of observation and dive into battle. She had to pick her target wisely, where it would be needed the most while the enemy was unaware of her. The speed of her Railgun ought to let her get a few shots off before they can figure out where the shots were coming from.

Toybox Girl warped in her Backpack, changing her outfit to all the mechanical accessories that came with it as well as changing her hair color from blonde to black. The changes should help her try and keep her cover at the high school should she get spotted but eventually someone would figure it out. There was a distress signal, the locals responded to the call but she would have to go in too. But before she risked radio contact to allow the enemy to triangulate her, she fired up her booster. a Green jet pushed her body fast and up to the rooftops. She boosted herself from roof to roof, edging towards the person in distress. Then she took aim at the ships in the sky.

She cringed at the though of those machines falling into this residential neighborhood, but priorities had to be made. This was the first time she'd taken up arms against these local robotic bullies so she wasn't sure just how much of a punch her own technology would be against them. She opened up her main double Railgun cannon and took aim at the bombers letting out incendiary rounds, their crashes would do less damage than their attack. Before she joined, she had to risk one radio contact so she had to make it count. Her young, clear feminine voice sounding rather young for combat went through the broadcast. "Toybox Girl Beta, Cosmic Unit 0032 reporting to assist this combat mission." She charged her railgun shots, and her support boosters fired up. "Ha!" She locked on target and launched her twin railgun blasts at one bomber and then two more at another.

Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#14: Jan 1st 2015 at 10:21:22 AM

The scattered and exposed Artium soldiers were soon overwhelmed as Noble Six's sniping was pinning them down and having dealt with the ones sent to destroy him, the Tank was tearing their cover and themselves apart with its high explosive shells and the two MG3 Machine guns on the armored beast spitting out 1200 Rounds per minute of incendiary armor-piercing ammunition and finally that the Human infantrymen were closing in for the kill with grenades proved far too much for even they and so they completely broke and began to perform withdraw in the face of the enemy, deeper into the residential area where they hope that they can find more of their brethren. During their retreat, they left behind 5 of their own; of which only one was still functional... Well, formerly functional as it chose to destroy itself rather than fall into enemy hands by eating its plasma rifle, denying the humans of its memory banks.

"They're running away! Chase the damned machines down!"

The Germans and their tank began to pursue the retreating Artium through the rubble-littered streets, Noble Six would have quite enough time; given his far superior physical capabilities to try to stop them from throwing their lives away by running into the hornet's nest and introduce himself... He'll have to be careful though, as his SPARTAN armor may cause them to open fire on him since he looks fairly similar to the Artium soldiers that he had just dispatched.

Toybox Girl's Railgun was extremely effective against the Artium bombers... Perhaps too effective as her first shots grossly overpenetrated and merely left a fair-sized hole on the bomber's wing, forcing it to cancel its strafing run and go into evasive maneuvers... Right into the path of a missile nailing it right on the belly, causing it to go off into a brilliant and massive greenish-blue fireball, the heat of the explosion was as such that it disintegrated almost 99% of the aircraft's debris and fragments. Her other shots were more successful, causing another bomber to go off in a similarly massive and garishly-colored fireball while the third cut one more bomber's wings in half; forcing it to disengage and retreat from the combat zone, though she would notice that its flight performance wasn't that badly affected somehow...

Her attempts unfortunately, did not go unnoticed as a bomber at least two kilometers away to her left was now angling itself to face the robot-girl; its aim guided by the rather telling and large energy signature she was giving off before it fires a volley of plasma bolts at her direction.

edited 1st Jan '15 12:04:05 PM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#15: Jan 1st 2015 at 10:30:46 AM

UNKNOWN LOCATION

AUGUST 29TH, 2552

Between Six's sniping, the tank's machinegun fire, and Toybox Girl's railguns, the Artium were sent running. Regardless of what exactly had caused it, they were running, and that was good enough in Six's books.

Of course, they were retreating into what looked like a residental area... which posed its own problems. Urban warfare wasn't something the SPARTAN was unused to - in fact, he'd trained for every type of fight there possibly was - but considering his weapons boiled down to "marksman rifle" and "magnum pistol", he wasn't equipped for a close quarters fight.

Until then, he noticed the tank - it was old, looked like a Scorpion could just eat the thing - was starting to advance into the neighborhood. Considering how strong the Artium were... it was probably not going to be a good idea to head in there. Not with one tank and the few infantrymen.

He moved up slowly but surely, his rifle hung low in an alert carry. "Unidentified forces, this is Lieutenant SPARTAN-B312, callsign Noble Six. I'd advise waiting for reinforcements before advancing any further."

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#16: Jan 1st 2015 at 10:54:09 AM

At Noble Six's appearance, the German soldiers all stopped in their tracks and pointed their weapons at him; including the tank training its cannon on the SPARTAN. After explaining himself, the Germans lowered their weapons; but still held a healthy amount of suspicion regarding the Supersoldier. The soldiers- if they can even be called that, seemed more like militiamen and police officers with military-grade hardware; with a few professionals mixed in to keep order and unit cohesion within the ranks. The first one to speak to him was one of the regulars: A fair-faced, blue-eyed young man whose face is covered in soot and dust from the brutal urban combat, the SPARTAN would recognize his voice to be the soldier that told him to hang tight during the firefight.

"A fair point Leutnant, but those... Things were at their most vulnerable while they were running..."

The man takes the opportunity to spit upon the ruined, bullet-riddled husk of a Artium soldier beside him.

"And our destination was supposed to be the residential zone anyway, as that is where the bastards are concentrating their forces on."

edited 1st Jan '15 11:24:04 AM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#17: Jan 1st 2015 at 10:55:05 AM

IGNORE.

edited 1st Jan '15 10:55:24 AM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#18: Jan 1st 2015 at 11:08:28 AM

UNKNOWN

UNKNOWN

Though he hestitated for a moment when he stared down the barrel of a tank, truth and reason saw the day through. The soldiers looked ramshackle. They didn't look like professional soldiers. Nowhere near UNSC Marines. They looked more like officers of the peace, or Insurgents, with a few soldiers who actually looked like they knew how to handle a gun mixed in.

He felt a little pity. It wasn't as if the Marines were much more professional anyways - a mix of old gun-hands and fresh meat.

He depolarized the visor of his MJOLNIR. The human face that stared out was a pale, ghostly white from a lifetime spent in power armor; despite the cleanliness, the grey eyes looked as though they could bore through someone's soul with little effort.

"Yes, but they were smart enough to use squad level tactics. There's no doubt that if they're concentrating their forces on the residential area, they were trying to retreat to lead you into a total slaughter, where they could surround you and beat you to death."

"It's probably going to be smart to wait for reinforcements before advancing any further. Until then, set up a perimeter. If they decide to send any scouts, show them the tactical mistake they're making."

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#19: Jan 1st 2015 at 11:19:44 AM

The man pinches the bridge of his nose, as much as he owes Noble Six; the stress of battle and the fact that his hometown was burning to the ground proved too much for his training and discipline to overcome.

"I don't think you understand the situation clearly enough, we are the reinforcements. Or what can be spared in the commercial district over there-"

The soldier thumbs towards the commerce center, where the sounds of combat have not abated the least bit.

"-that hasn't already been blown to hell by those damned Manta Bombers or keeping the fucking Artium from murdering the civilians... Anyway, the damned machines are actually attacking the residential area for the Rift Generator, plus the neighborhood that those machines ran into isn't that close to where their main forces are at and would be one of the safer ways into the heart of the residential district."

edited 1st Jan '15 11:22:48 AM by Questor

   Foolish donkey, you would not be able to resist me if I wished your annihilation.   
Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
The Prince of Foolish Relevations
#20: Jan 1st 2015 at 11:39:54 AM

However, one of the professional soldiers suddenly speaks as he raises his weapon at Noble Six. "Said you're a Spartan right? There's been no reports of any version of you arriving before, especially no claims that a Noble Six is working with us. Those bastards even looked kind of like Spartans, so do convince us you're not one of their spies."


Upon hearing that Artium were attacking, the Rift Generator was activated so the science team could escape. However, upon seeing some kind of robot drift out from it, numerous guns were trained on it as a white haired man stepped forward. "Speak, machine, of what you know. Our world is a bit... problematic, so we can't afford to let you roam unchecked."


Even as the fighting waged, the Divine Blacksmith simply smiled to himself. Turning to his sub-Commander, he speaks to the Nanotech Artium "Prepare to launch the true Artium troops, the puppets have done well Natalie." Bowing to her lord, the sub-Commander proceeds to slink away as the Blacksmith calls out to the bridge.

"Ready the broadcasting systems, I would like to amuse myself by making the humans an offer. Though personally, for slaying so many of our Artium brothers and sisters, I feel more inclined to making them suffer. None should get away with harming our people after all." Briefly nodding their heads in silence, the Artium bridge staff immediately begin preparing the broadcasting systems.

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#21: Jan 1st 2015 at 11:52:09 AM

Six nodded, letting the anger from the soldier wash over and away from him. He didn't know things were this bad.

"So you guys are the reinforcements for what's left of the army, then?"

He immediately turned to one of the other soldiers. Apparently he knew about the Spartans. Unsurprising - they were the greatest morale boost on the war front. And then he started talking in gibberish - apparently there were different "versions" of him.

He quickly adapted to the new information, and decided to demonstrate his humanity by taking off his helmet. The adapters hissed as he took it off, before he quietly withdrew his combat knife and pricked himself in the neck.

Blood dribbled down.

"That any proof, or do they bleed, too?"


The machine turned to the white-haired man. It regarded him with evident curiosity, seemingly ignoring the multitudes of weaponry trained on it.

"Query: Problematic?" That was its only response. It seemed to calmly and patiently wait, not moving an inch until an answer was given.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
stephanreiken Since: May, 2010
#22: Jan 1st 2015 at 12:13:36 PM

Toybox Girl smiled as the blasts from her railguns not only did a lot of damage but utterly destroyed the debris in its blast radius. Linear Cannon couldn't have done better, her weapons were extremely effective against their metal. But they must be well built as they managed to fly off with the damaged parts.

Still in combat with the enemy, Toybox Girl's systems detected the lock-on. She immediately started evasive action, pushing off and her main booster shoving her forward avoiding the brunt of the plasma bolts as some seared the top of her backpack with the energy splashing over her armor rather than piercing it. Can't let that get a direct hit. She locked on the enemy herself and started charging her Railgun again for another volley. Her flight path was interrupted as she locked on and fired the blast, naturally as before the force of her railguns pushed her back with her main and support boosters preventing her from being thrown back more than a few feet. It might seem like a tricky maneuver but fighting in mid-air was something most bots were designed for where she came from.

edited 1st Jan '15 12:13:55 PM by stephanreiken

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
The Prince of Foolish Relevations
#23: Jan 1st 2015 at 12:55:10 PM

Flashing a small smile as he thrusts his hands into his pockets, the white-haired man speaks "Well, none of them would bother speaking like that sides as an insult. I'll give you an answer then machine. Show it footage of an Artium attack." With that statement made, a holographic screen appears in front of the man. What is then shown on it is the explosion of a lab, with a small group of what seemed like humans sprouting blades and shooting beams to slaughter all the survivors.

Briefly signing, the man continues. "That was from seven years ago, and what attacked were machines called Artium. They were first created in the 1940s, and served us dutifully. If you think about it, living weapons of war were going to eventually betray us regardless of the good we did them. Ever since they've been working on overtaking our world, killing and enslaving us as they please. However, if you're from another world, then you possess useful skills and knowledge correct? Oh, the name's Gerald Long, so it would be rather nice if you introduced yourself."


Reluctantly lowering his gun, the soldier speaks. "Hmph, you'll be surprised. Still, the damn things are tough, and very dangerous. Started out as weapons of war after all, what a freaking mistake that was. Honestly, I'm surprised we're even still standing. How did-" Before the soldier could continue, a loud whine sounds throughout the air before a massive image is projected by the Artium troopship.

Showing one grey-haired, young adult-like humanoid Artium, his voice echoes through the air. "I am the Thirteenth Artium Commander, the Divine Blacksmith. Some of you are probably wondering why we're out here. We came to destroy the Rift Generator of course, hidden in the residential district even. My, I wonder why there. Hmhmhmhmhm... Now, hear my offer humans. If you surrender, you will be spared as our slaves. Looking at you lonely little loveless bastards. Continue slaughtering my people, however, and you will be lucky if any of us gives you such a mercy. Please, be prideful, so much more fun that way."

edited 1st Jan '15 12:55:34 PM by Kkutwar

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
SpartyMcFly Military Grade Shitposter from Not where he should be Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Get out of here, STALKER
Military Grade Shitposter
#24: Jan 1st 2015 at 1:26:45 PM

The machine intently studied the video it was presented with. Humankind - these were humans, no doubt about it - had created servants called the Artium. But unlike the Creators - who had simply made the geth to help them - humankind made the Artium to wage war with each other.

So, as Long-Gerald had said, it made full sense that eventually they would grow tired and overthrow their bonds.

The machine turned to regard the man, still floating, a wispy machine spirit. This was similar and yet different to the Morning War. A strange place for it to find itself.

"My name is Legion, for I once was many," was its reply. Notably, its voice sounded something like it was being strained through a synthetic voice box - though it didn't sound threatening, simply alien.


Six nodded. "You made smart AI weapons of war, and they betrayed you?"

He never got an answer as a troopship appeared. The helmet went back onto his head, and polarized in the blink of an eye as he turned to regard the alien in front of him.

He opted to give no response, instead staring flatly at the being.

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Questor The Protagonist Since: Oct, 2013
The Protagonist
#25: Jan 1st 2015 at 9:01:27 PM

The exploding bomber makes for the third kill on Toybox Girl's tally, if she thinks that would be enough to drive the Artium air support from their campaign of destruction; she's quite wrong, as the remaining bombers are still tearing the residential district apart, albeit with lesser frequency now that the AA fire had gotten much thicker over their target. Also she's established herself as a priority-level threat with her display of power; thus forcing the Artium to commit their elite units in response. Arriving into the field of battle without the need of a drop pod, a squadron of 5 Humanoid Artium with high-maneuverability flight packs dive towards Toybox girl from 12o'clock high and bombard her with micro missiles and rapid-fire pulses of bluish-white light from their laser carbines.

The soldiers all just glared with utter hatred and contempt at the projection of the Artium commander with the stupid name, some of them even had a few choice words regarding their enemy.

"The fuck kinda name is Divine Blacksmith?"

"Does that tin can think we'll roll over just because he said so?!"

"Fuck that. I'll kill as many of you damn machines as I can..."

The blue-eyed soldier then raises a clenched fist, prompting the soldiers to shut up and stand at attention.

"That's enough lollygagging you bastards, let's move out."

The soldiers and the tank then began to cautiously move into the neighborhood, but the NCO doesn't immediately follow them as he had a rather important question to ask Noble Six.

"You coming with us? Or you'd rather go solo?"

edited 1st Jan '15 9:05:56 PM by Questor

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