Well, HGT certainly did live up to it's name, the genderbent martial artist idly thought as she zoomed through the rather bleak and depressing surroundings. Place looked like one of those military no-go zones from the Chinese communist bases that she and her pops had bypassed while on their decade long training trip in the past. Really, it looked ready to keep people OUT as much as IN as well, the place all but saturated with the sort of heavy and depressing ki that Pig Boy emitted every now and then but multiplied by a factor of magnitudes higher. All in all, the girl wondered if she made the right decision in protecting a place that... well, it doesn't really seemed like it would need a martial artist like her.
This thought was then further compounded by the ruckus that the armed soldiers were now committing due to her faintly discernible presence. Man, what kinda things did they have to go through to be this panicky? The bloodstains were probably the main reason why she wasn't as hidden as she liked, the sight of it causing the martial artist to lose a bit of control on her technique. Though she was used to a bit of bleeding every now and then, an outright massacre like this that had presumably happened in the past was not something experienced. The rather distracting lights from all manners of sources didn't help either, the intensity causing the shadow to reveal a faint human outline before snapping back into regular cloaking once more.
Violence from the armed officers normally would have gotten the redhead to simply gloat and muck around while teasing them, though given that they were bloodthirsty and she had a passenger on board, this meant that the scion of Musabetsu Kakuto-Ryu was completely and utterly serious- immersed in a sort of special zone that was reserved for all but the worst of opponents. The attacks only served to immerse Ranma deeper into the Soul of Ice, her urgency at wanting to get out of the situation and save Dokuro from the violence spurring her to enter pragmatism mode. If the way out of this situation was to break a few bones... well, they started it.
An old hand at having objects hurled her way with intent to harm, Ranma Saotome was quick to see the haphazard tosses of canisters that most certainly looked like explosives of some kind. With her directly in midleap and one of the canisters as close to her as it was, the silent teen did the only thing that made sense to get out of the way: boost herself with twin bursts of kinetic force by blasting out a Double Moko Takabisha from her arms which were jutting out behind her ninja style. A brief flash of colorful red energy swept out and the rather fast young woman sped up to the point where she was now truly a missile. The fact that said balls of self contained force were angled towards the shuttle was just icing on the cake as she steadily descended towards a nearby building. With a silent grunt, the Anything-Goes practicioner simply aimed out a flying kick with intent to tear through said obstacle in her way like a wrecking ball and provide a suitable distraction to belligerent trackers.
edited 5th Aug '16 11:04:49 AM by Makaioh
The Citadel
-The mob laughs as choppa meets armor and keeps going, some of the orks even grabbing the troopers and hurling them into their fellows, some unlucky ones falling to their blades. The grot bombs explode behind the tanks while the fighta-bommas above ready another salvo, blasters denting their armor plate.-
Killy Krooza
Grah! Zoggin' fing's burnin' through me boot!
-The ork planting the charge kicks the gun for good measure, while the one on the windshield hits it again.-
-Another tankbusta bomb is placed on the walker's foot, just as a cry goes up from one of the orks outside.-
Storm'umies!
-The orks look to the sky, and instantly fire their rokkits on seeing the new enemy, hurtling towards the troopers with murderous intent.-
WAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!
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Gitrippa, Skwisha, get da tank!
-An pair of enormous nobs scarcely shorter than the Kaptin drop to the ground and run at the tank, power klaws
swinging.-
-The squiggoth rears back and goes back to attacking the walker, the missiles detonating against its armor and flattening a shoota boy. Spookums climbs his way up to the head, then throws his grapnel at the Kaptin, pulling him onto the walker.-
Harry Lady — the chamber of the star wars nerd
I put the phone away and resumed grabbing tools out of the lab. Now where, I wondered, did that silly string go...
If it had been in my hand already, the answer would have been 'way up in the air'; the cell phone went off loudly in my pocket and I swear my bones nearly leaped out of my skin.
I grumbled at myself and picked up the phone again. Stupid modern technology. The display said it was from Lady at least. Damn, she had a quick turn around.
"Harry here", I said into it.
"You know", she coolly said from the other end, "I'm not generally in the habit of handing out my guns to just anyone, Harry. What happened, your fancy magic not enough for you?"
My imagination treated me to the image of her smirking like a damn crocodile on the other end. I rubbed my forehead. Hells bells, was she really trying this. "Hah. Hell no, my magic is too good to use on simple eggheads. I need something that bucks a lot less to waste on the small fry."
"Sure," Lady drawled in that same tone. "Well, I have plenty of guns and explosives. No lasers, you'll need to grab a few guns off these Empire people if you want that. So, you got any particular model in mind that you want to rent?"
"I haven't really done my research on your fancy smancy modern weapons." I stuffed some of my anti ghost mixture down a bag. ""What's something I can carry around that's good for piercing armor and something that's good for disrupting whole groups at a time? I just got that feeling in my gut, that I might have to be fighting ten or twenty eggnogs at once in close formation. It's probably super right."
"Hmm." Lady went silent for a moment. "If you want armor piercing along with crowd control, an assault rifle is a solid choice, along with some AP rounds. Since you don't know guns, I'll give you something simple....maybe an AK-103, solid 7.62mm rounds, should give you nice penetration. Could even strap an underslung grenade launcher on the bottom. As for explosives, I suppose a larger grenade launcher will do the job, longer range then the AK one, twice the explosives. You want any special kind of grenade rounds?"
I frowned, leaning my head left, humming, then leaning right. "Weeeeell...it's just...does an AK-103 come in revolver form? Or anything that goes along well with the duster? Like, maybe some kind of western special edition? A cowboy paintjob at least?" Trust me, it was important.
"Oh god." I heard a soft smacking sound on her end, "Please tell me that was a joke."
I shrugged, which was a bit silly in hindsight. "That depends. Is there one?"
"NO!"
I grinned mirthfully. "Then yeah, I was joking."
"You're hopeless. Do you want it or not? You're the one who said you don't know modern weapons. Unless you have a better idea."
"No that sounds just awesome, thanks. As for the round type...fragmentation might not do any good against their armor...hey have you gotten into any fights, by any chance?"
"The smoldering wreck of that floating bike thing over there says yes. Why?"
I blinked. "Oh. Where are you at?"
"The same place I told you I was going to when I left."
"Okay then. You tell me then, you think normal frag rounds would do the trick?"
"Hmm. Give me a second."
I heard her gun her motorcycle in the background (hells bells where did she keep that thing?) and she responded back a few seconds later.
"Well this armor looks fancy enough. Don't know what moron thought bright white was a good color for solders, makes them real easy to target. But what's left of this bike went right through this guys armor. I won't say it's made of cheap plastic, but it didn't help this guy much. And lots of open joints that it looks like a decent amount of shrapnel could go through. And then of course there's other options. Ever try a napalm grenade? Armor's a bit melted already, I'm guessing it's not heat resistant."
My inner pyromaniac lit me up in glee at the mere mention of napalm. "Napalm grenades?" I squeaked. "...You are like, the sexiest damn creature on earth right now, Lady."
I could practically feel her cringe. "Oh god, was that a pun?" I needed to buy a book on how to properly dirty talk or something, man.
"I feel like you're reaching on that one. Anyway this makes up for every lost style point with the rifle; I'm back in business." I picked a few items out of one last shelf, and paused. "Got any plans now?"
"These guys are in a bad way. Half their city was destroyed by what I suspect was some kind of powerful demon before they even arrived here, and they're Japanese, which means they don't have any military of their own outside of an American military base that got pulled with them. From what I can tell, the main line of defense here is some hidden group with unknown powers. Since they've not stepped forward yet and we have no idea if they're going to show up, I'm coordinating with the military to help them survive this."
My face soured. "Damn." I knew there would be places like that, where the empire wouldn't manage to find much resistance.
Part of me thought I should be out there too. But that, just wouldn't help anyone. Not in the long term. Not yet at least. What I was doing right now could do more good than any amount of spell slinging. People say wizards are terrifying, that magic makes it so we can do almost anything. The truth was the opposite; it didn't let us do nearly enough. "How are they holding up?"
"So far, so good, the wreckage ended up working in our favor, they're having trouble moving around all of it, and the military was smart enough to be ready to ambush. Still, I'm thinking the best shot we have at stopping this is to take out their command. Hit that, and the rest will scatter or surrender."
"Scratch best shot, it's our only shot. No matter what we do down here, they still have the death star's main laser as their trump card. If we don't disable that, they can just pull back and wipe us out if they decide we're not worth the effort. And these people totally will decide that, if this goes on too long."
I zipped the bag close and dragged it along with me back up the stairs. "That's what I'm working on at my end. We", I paused, wondering if these lines were completely safe. Shit, could people from the death star listen in on each individual line?
I frowned, then decided that was a pretty unlikely scenario; we're one little line among what was probably an ocean of white noise of communications. "Molly Carlos and I are going to try and infiltrate it, with some others. We're heading out to castlevania right now. These guys protect themselves by giving out passcodes that change every hour to their commanders; we'll find them out and replicate the commanders so we can be cleared to fly back."
I slammed the trapdoor shut and hoisted the bag over my back with a grunt. "And then probably steal a shuttle, haven't quite worked it out that far yet."
"Hmm. Ok. Dracula agreed to a truce with us when that shapeshifting demon got into the middle of a fight between us and tried to goad someone into killing him. So if you happen to be unlucky enough to be ambushed by Dracula, tell him you're working with us and that any attack on you is going to be taken as an attack on us. As for the shuttle, I'm maybe a 10 minute drive away from the Imperial landing site. I'll see what I can do about keeping one intact."
I nodded slowly. Yeah, that would make things easier. "If you can take one by yourself. Be careful, Lady. If you need help, call me."
So that took care of the 'finding a shuttle' problem. Flying it though, was going to be a problem; the books hadn't been THAT descriptive.
"I know someone who can fly them. I can patch him through to you"
"Alright, sounds like a plan, I'll get in contact when I get one. Trish should still be in the office, have her help you grab the gear once you drop the money off. We'll figure out the additional charges for renting the guns and the ammo later"
"Sounds good." So that took care of the empire business...now for the secondary business. "One last thing. I haven't forgotten that this is one of the places", my voice dropped to a dramatic hush, "personasty showed up..."
".....who?"
I smacked my forehead. "Persona plus shagnasty, haven't we been over this?"
"...No. Is this seriously what you're calling the demon?"
"Yeah. Like, it's probably using persona powers. And the last big shapeshifting monster I fought I called shagnasty. Personasty!" I declared proudly. [[gray:"...I mean it's better than Shagona. That sounds like the name of a bad pop star from the eighties"]
There was a conspicious silence on the other end of the phone. "I don't even have words." Lady finally muttered in disbelief.
Everybody's a critic.
"Ok, moving on, yes, Dante encountered the demon at Dracula's castle. Specifically, a cave under the castle. There's an exterior entrance he used to get in, somewhere near the Santa Destroy border. But it's probably under guard right now."
"Probably." I rubbed my forehead; that was pretty out of my reach. "There been any activity you want to give me the heads up on?"
She paused, her voice turning a shade pensive. "One thing, not sure about it yet, I need to do more looking into it. Very long story short, Dante has a twin brother named Vergil, who's more or less his complete opposite. I have reason to suspect he might be working with this demon, as he was in the same area at roughly the same time as the attack. You'll know him if you see him, he's got a blue coat on and a demonic katana. and, you know, he looks just like Dante minus the hairstyle. And if you do run into him, whatever you do, don't take him lightly, he's extremely dangerous. If you let your guard down for even a split second, you could end up dead."
I swallowed, remembering the sheer demonic energy that had been present in Dante's room. Didn't fancy finding out the hard way how that translated to wizard-skewering. "Got it. Has he appeared in any more locations with the demon besides that one?"
"Not that I'm aware of, no, but I'm working on limited information. Just thought I'd give you a heads up."
"Not that I'm aware of, no, but I'm working on limited information. Just thought I'd give you a heads up."
I made a mental note of it. I had been really distracted by the empire for a while; hell, I hadn't even tried to get to santa destroy to investigate its site yet, and it had actual blood I could trace for pete's sake. I didn't think I was wrong on that; planet destroying lasers tend to beat out everything else on the priority scale.
I ran a hand through my hair. Still, I hadn't forgotten. And I had my own theories to work off of, now that it was back at the forefront of my brain. "Hey, Lady. Was it possible that any chunkless group could have made any private wishes, before this thing appeared? Was there enough time?"
"Hmm. You think someone summoned this thing? No I don't think so. There wasn't all that many of us at first anyway, and none of the ones that were around were the types too even know what this thing was, let alone wish for it to arrive."
I nodded. The pool just kept getting smaller and smaller, if you assumed it was a deliberate action and not just the cure anonymously bringing someone in. Both valid possibilities. That's the hard part about not having much else besides stories to go off of; too many possibilities. "Alright. I'm going to head out after depositing this. I'll update you when I can. Look out for yourself."
I clicked the phone shut and slid my troy's gate of a door open, reverting mindsets. Back to the empire, Harry. We got the girl and the equipment. Now...I needed to make a visit to her armory. But first, I think it was about time to acquire the help of some smaller hands.
Yang and Blake - The Merciless Mook Massacre
Yang turned to face the Dark Trooper her kick had missed, having landed with her back to him. She grinned at it, and put her hands up in a boxer's stance.
Until the missile launcher deployed. There was enough missiles on that rack to drain her aura in seconds, despite their size. She leaped to her right, dodging out of path of the missiles (and given the height difference and the short range, they'd likely hit the ground or one of the two Troopers behind her before they could put their heatseeking to use), and rolled to her feet.
"You showed me yours, I'll show you mine!"
She punched both hands forward, one after the other, firing a pair of glowing red missiles at the Dark Trooper. These weren't heatseekers, these were unguided.
Blake, meanwhile, had let go of her sheath as it stuck in the Trooper's neck, and landed with a skid. Two quick tugs of her ribbon, each firing a shot from the pistol, disentangled her kusarigama from the other Trooper's neck and returned it to her hand, where it shifted back into katana form.
Just in time for her to spy the Trooper with her sheath aiming a massive gun at her.
In an instant, there were two Blakes. One, the shadow clone, took the plasma rounds silently, and faded into nothingness. The second, real Blake, leaped at the Trooper, over it's gun, and grabbed hold of her sheath. Planting her feet on the Trooper's chest, she wrenched at sheath with her free hand, firing a few shots from her katana's pistol-grip at the Dark Trooper's head. With a crunch, it came free, and Blake leaped off the Dark Trooper, performed a backflip, and landed in a crouch.
And she did all that in heels.
Not one to just stand still and let him line up another shot, Blake sprang forward between the Trooper's legs. As she passed under him, she slashed her sheath at the Trooper's left knee, and stabbed her katana upwards into it's groin. If she couldn't cleave through it's armour, she was gonna go for where the armour was weakest: it's joints.
Ren - The Servant's Passage, Genosha Palace
"A Huntsman designs their weaponry to suit their fighting style. I'm proficient with all parts of [[forestgreen:StormFlower.]]" Ren replied, his blush subsiding. He held the two guns up, showing them off to Wei.
"Most Huntsmen and Huntresses incorporate both melee and ranged weaponry into their creations. The monsters we face are physically powerful, but also quick to charge into close range. It's rare for someone to only make use of either melee or range weaponry."
It was obvious from the amount of information that he was giving that Ren was trying to push the conversation far away from the previous topic.
Jaune - Outside Genosha Palace
"It's a bunch of mechs. I have a sword. Of course they're intimidating." Jaune whispered harshly.
The sooner they got into the palace, the better. As for what Amber was asking him to do, as she laid it out in front of him, Jaune came to a realization:
He was now a spy.
That's what Amber was asking him to do. He was pretending to be someone he wasn't, watching everything, and reporting back to someone else. Spy work. Jaune tempered the excitement of the realization with a mental reminder that spy work wasn't exactly something that Huntsmen did.
I mean, as far as he knew. Maybe if he'd met Qrow Branwen he'd have a different opinion.
"You got it."
Nora - Genosha Streets
"That's... horrible." Nora said, deflating during Maki's speech.
Being forced to not care for people was bad enough, but not remembering the love of your parents? That was... relatable.
"...I never knew my parents. I've been an orphan my entire life. Ren was the only family I ever had, until Jaune and Pyrrha came along. I would never do anything that could make me lose them. And I'm here because the Cure said that if we fought, we could have Pyrrha back."
"Maybe... maybe he could make it so you did care about things? Make you understand?"
Vida could hear the voice, though she had nothing of her own. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't feel anything. Or see anything. All her senses were deprived, save for the sound of that voice. She didn't know what to do. It was not merely her five major senses, but her sense of balance, the feel of her own heartbeat and body process, and anything else that could be proof of a physical body beyond her will.
She didn't know what to do.
But she was doing it anyway, sensing the way.
MX-935 and the remaining half of his squad made it to their transport, wasting no time in embarking and departing. The Sergeant Major got onto the comm unit, to speak to the rest of the attack force that had assembled on the surface of the Underground. It took a few minutes for the transport to reach the surface, at which point he finally got a signal to transmit.
"Lieutenant Vida is dead. We are executing her back-up plan. I want charges set to blow and infantry prepared to rappel down into the city, weapons free. Activate the Dark Troopers at once. They will spearhead the assault once we breach the caverns. No hesitation, no mercy, we're taking control of this territory."
Agent Thrax stepped right past the man on the floor, fallen from his wheelchair, speaking instead to an adjutant droid buzzing at his shoulder. He was clearly bothered by something that his droid assistant was chattering to him in a bizarre language of beeps.
"What do you mean there's no centralised droid computer? This is a hospital isn't it? How are we supposed to survey the building's layout if their systems are so compartmentalised? No access sockets? What the hell is a wi-fi? It doesn't matter. Get manual access to the top administration computer banks and then figure out how to take control of the security systems. I want cameras."
He looked up, allowing himself a small, confident smile when he received the message from the Medical Director over the intercom.
"Well, this should expedite matters. 2nd squad, we will pay this Hoshigawa a visit. The rest of you, keep the exits secure and keep our hostages as they are until we are certain their resistance is no longer a factor. From this point onwards, nothing happens inside this hospital without my command."
With that, he ordered a medical orderly to direct him to the Hoshigawa.
The Academy's administration building had its exits shut tight, which bought them precious moments from the Empire as they prepared themselves to break the building. A trio of Stormtroopers were at the door that Ueda had chosen to make his stand behind. Two of the troopers had attempted to force the door open, their efforts hampered by the fire axe, before a third placed a microdetonator, commanding the others to stand back as the door was pulverised by a miniature concussion blast. They had not expected resistance, least of all a Vice Principle meeting them head on with a fire extinguisher, and their armed response was somewhat lacking
◊, giving him a crucial moment.
The remainder of the Stormtroopers had begun corralling the students into classrooms and establishing a secure perimeter to catch any potential escapees. Anyone with a lick of military strategy could see disorder among them - these particular platoons were among those assigned to Agent Thrax for punishment duties and it was Stormtroopers like them that gave the Empire it's poor reputation, and then some. Clearly, Thrax had assumed they would be better suited to terrorising youngsters than fighting a war, but they were still well armed and armoured, and to a civilian, even a disorderly soldier was a threat best not tempted.
The Stormtroopers approached the power station on foot, in loose formation. Momji's broadcast was heard by all the troopers, receiving a mixture of distain and confusion among them, before their Sergeant Major was able to restore focus. Once they were in sight of the fence and guardposts, they opened fire, bright red blaster bolts streaking out towards the power station's few defenders.
Viket couldn't help but give a wave to the crowd in the impromptu parade. While Major Temantir had insisted on bringing the full force of his army right into the city, but sometimes a gentler hand was necessary to lull the people before an occupation. She stepped down from her cupola to greet King Magnus, flanked by a squad of 501st Stormtroopers.
"Your warm welcome is most appreciated, your majesty. Let this occasion mark a new day for Genosha and its mutual prosperity, once joined with our grand, Galactic Empire."
With the witches dropping their shields and pursuing the TIE fighters, Blitzer sensed the tide of battle starting to even out, directing his squadron to reengage the enemy at a higher altitude. Both fighters and bombers fired at the witches, lasers and dumb-fire rockets streaking out towards them. It appeared Blitzer's plan to bomb the island directly had gone up in smoke, and instead he was trying to reestablish air superiority.
Imperial command had been incredulous as to his demands for reinforcements, their scopes failing to detect the danger the witches represented, and in fact unable to detect them at all. Frustrated, but firm in his belief that he had enough craft left to eliminate the airborne witches, Blitzer turned his fighters back into the fight.
Bumblebee nodded to Ramlethal, then looked to Mami. "Well, uh, there's seats and straps for four, but you could squeeze in more if you had to. If you just tell me where to go, I'll get you there faster than anything else you could ride, I guarantee it. My Autobot armour is pretty tough, but uh, getting shot still hurts, so show some consideration for that, okay?"
Bond would find the Scout Trooper so focused on peering through his scope that he was unprepared for the attack from behind, the garrotte fast against his neck and his fingers helpless to loosen it as he kicked up a storm to resist, his efforts useless with the knee against his back. The trooper reached for a compact pistol at his side on instinct.
Harris would be relieved to see that the Empire were indeed making their way towards the sturdier bridge, dividing their forces equally between the bridge approaches for a multiple-pronged effort to cross the bridge and reach the city hall, where Captain Gorto clearly liked to imagine himself strolling up to with an army to demand the absolute surrender of Mitakihara. Gorto was remarkably one-dimensional in his thinking, but the Imperial war machines at his disposal meant that he could afford to take the most brutal, direct approach. Despite his loss of momentum, there was next to no adjustment of his overall strategy, and he seemed content to turn his lightning strike into a steamroller, confident nothing could impede him for long.
Now if only he knew why his scouts and gone dark...
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What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"He'll wake up after a few minutes," Fixer told 02, "But in the meantime, we have to put him in a safe place until he awakens."
"Correct. We are still going with the same plan as before." Boss nodded to 04.
The sound of blaster fire came, and if anybody turned to see the source of the noise, they would see Sev shooting a few of the stormtroopers corpses in the head with his blaster rifle attachment, as if to make sure they were truly dead, this earned an annoyed sigh from Scorch.
"Do you have to make such a mess? You could just kick them and not make such a fuss about it."
"Rule 17. Always make sure they're dead."
"Well," Scorch glanced over at one of the stormtrooper corpses that wasn't shot by Sev. "Looks dead to me."
....A blaster bolt was then immediately shot to the head of the corpse Scorch was looking at.
"It is now."
Boss and Fixer completely ignored their other two teammates, as if like they were completely used to the shenanigans of those two.
"Holy Hellspawn, Batman! You sure this place is called the Underworld? It doesn't look like any that I've ever seen." Dick gave Bruce a slight smirk as both of them hopped out of The Car and started walking towards what Waller's reports had said was the last known location of Delta Squad. For his part the Caped Crusader shot his former sidekick a Look.
"Don't let your guard down. We don't know what's lurking nearby. Besides, the people we're here to collect are highly trained military operatives. Take this seriously and don't do anything that might cause them to engage us. We need them on our side."
Nightwing's whole body radiated mock-offense "Hey! You know me, B. Diplomatic to the core, never even a little annoying! Besides, if these guys are as professional as you say I'm sure we have nothing to worry abou-"
At that point the happened across the scene of Delta firing into the heads of downed enemies while bickering like children.
"-Welllll there goes that theory."
Batman approached the group as obviously as possible with his hands raised. "Gentlemen. We along with a few others groups are putting together a covert mission to disable the Death Star before it can blow up Battleworld. We already have other operatives deployed, but we've been told you're our best chance at defeating the Empire. Time is a factor, if you want details we can explain on the way, but without this mission the fight on the ground will be pointless."
"Also we have snacks! You do still keep snacks in the Batmobile, don't you Batman?"
Now was Jason's chance, since according to what he'd seen through the sniper rifle's scope the motorcycle chick was finally off of her phone! He slung the rifle with its' strap across his back, grabbed his still tied-together duffle back full of guns and used his grappling hook to descend, kicking off from the building and detaching it mid-controlled fall while launching again to swing outward and drop to a stop right in front of the rocket-launcher wielding woman.
So far so good, make an entrance like a badass in the middle of a warzone. Now he just had to seal the deal with the 'ol Jason Todd charm!
"Sup, name's Red Hood. I was watching your work and I gotta say, I like a girl that knows how to handle a missile."
perfect.
Damian had barely started to head toward the alleged police HQ when he saw the shuttle flying overhead going right back to the area he'd just vacated. The boy grinned behind his mask, his objective of attracting Imperial attention apparently achieved faster than he'd thought. He followed it back to the portal only to see the area in an even worse state of chaos than he'd left it in, with the police firing at...some sort of blur? And was that a child's head floating in midair?
He ducked into a corner still left in some fragment of shadow from the light of the flares over the area as he flipped through as many of the various optical loadouts his mask could allow while still taking in the scene around him. As he switched to infrared he managed to catch a glimpse of the figure in midair, still faint but apparently some girl with another on her back and a headless ghost after all.
He leaped himself, headed in the direction of the shuttle to hopefully use the distraction the odd...metahuman? was providing in order to gain some information on the enemy and their mode of transportation if not hijack the craft and its' occupants...
at right about the time he finished processing that the things tossed up to litter the rooftops were likely some kind of stun grenade. "...crap."
From as far as he was away he was spared being deafened but with all of his mask's optics engaged his eyes were seared with a level of agony that even his expansive ego wasn't prepared to shrug off. Damian's instinctive attempt at writhing away from the pain in his own eyes meant he missed his next chance to catch the rooftop, slipped and kicked off the wall just in time to avoid taking the full brunt of his fall to the street.
He gasped and staggered to his feet, trying to focus past his burning eyes and aching body to orient himself on his surroundings.
"-tt-...Which one of you...IMBECILES....threw that? I will...rip out your eyes...and feed them to you..."
He probably couldn't find his way to the shuttle like this...
But maybe he could at least find someone to hurt
Team Star - Dreemurr Residence
Arcade worried himself that if the Empire was really the big and dangerous army that make Ceaser's Legion seem like a small street gang in comparison, the peace in here would not last for long. To pass the time, he answered the prince's question while trying not to terrify the kid, "Let's just say it's not exactly the kindest world, or is it the sanest, or the cleanest. I know you may be asking what happened to it and I'll just get this out of the way. Have you ever heard of a nuclear weapon?" Lily just stayed there, drinking her tea while she listens to the group and trying to ignore "Leo's" complaints about the peace.
"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, MythraThe guards were startled into high alert when the new visitors arrived, immediately pointing their swords in Batman's direction. As he spoke, however, they slowly relaxed, silently contemplating whether this was a new kind of monster before them, or a human who just really liked bats.
"Hey, wait just a minute!" snapped 03, the cat guard. "We need the Delta Squad here, to back us up if the Empire wants another crack at us! Who are you to just sweep them all out of here?"
As Batman presumably gave his response, Asgore came trotting up the corridor, and leant against the wall to catch his breath. "Is everyone all right? Did...Oh! Even more visitors? Howdy, welcome to the Uuuuhaaah-" Asgore noticed the many corpses littering the entrance to the throne room, and recoiled in shock and revulsion.
"Can't say that I have," said Asriel, though he looked pretty concerned. "I'm guessing it's a little way beyond a regular weapon, huh?"
edited 8th Aug '16 10:32:21 AM by LizardOfAus
And a Strange Figure Emerges.Team Star - Dreemurr Residence
Arcade continued on, trying to tiptoe the issue, "Imagine a bomb powerful enough to turn mountains to rubble and have a rather... nasty aftereffect. And imagine if every 1st world country has one and for one reason or another, they launched them at each other."
"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, MythraWhile most of the members of Delta Squad raised an eyebrow under their helmets upon seeing Batman and Nightwing, they lowered their weapons upon seeing they were not hostiles and were ready to listen to what he was saying.
"PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
Except Scorch.
"Oh...oh this is priceless." He chuckled, not being able to resist laughing upon seeing the duo's outfits. "Where you got those outfits from, a Mon Calamari Opera?! Oh—OW!"
Sev immediately punched Scorch in his right shoulder. Very hard. "Let me listen, di'kut."
"Party pooper." Scorch rubbed his right shoulder and grumbled, before finally quieting down and listening to what they had to say. After also listening to the royal guard who spoke her mind, Boss stepped forward, looking at both Batman and Nightwing.
"Figured someone would had planned a infiltration to the space station sooner or later. While I would have send my squadmates follow you, while I would remain here to aid the people of the Underground, we have a...problem. A very large problem."
"You see. It might be hard to tell, but the four of us are actually clones. And it so happens that during our creation, the leader of this Empire...had access to every Fett clone gestation pod. He secretly installed in our head control chips, that when he would activate them, they would take complete control of us....you can see where I'm going with this. Sending my brothers to their main base where they could easily be brainwashed would be both bad for your group..and them. I just can't risk this."
"There was a guy, weird looking, wore a weird trenchcoat that looked like something a homeless guy in Nar Shaddaa would wear, who said that he had something that could help us deal with that little problem. Thank the Force he warned us about the chips just in time, too. But we don't know where is he.."
edited 8th Aug '16 8:55:17 PM by Darkomega245
"So we're playing disposable distraction?" Deadshot bluntly stated. "Fine. Hell, that's probably safer then most of our assignments. You make sure your people are ready to move on the hospital, you'll get your distraction."
Meanwhile, Harley laughed at "Lee". "Ohh, don't be silly, we've killed guys a lo tougher then these guys in white."
Almost as if to demonstrate, Killer Croc leaned down and roared right in Lee's face, his mouth large enough to almost eat him whole.
"See?"
After dispatching the alien scum, the squad regrouped. One moved to give aid to the wounded trooper, pulling out some Bacta to use on him. Then they were ambushed again. Both the wounded trooper and the medic trying to aid hhimwere the first to go down.
"Pull back!"
The leader of the now 8 man squad led his squad through the hail of laser fire into a side room and out of the open space where they could be hit from all sides. Bookcases were thrown to the floor and desks overturned and turned into cover as the men, several of who were wounded, took aim a the door and waited.
Raan looked at Horada as he made his request with an expression clearly saying he would rather be doing anything else.
"Yes, yes, run your primitive experiments, so long as your data is shared with the Science Division."
Meanwhile, the shuttle took off and quickly made for the station.
The shuttle came in to land in the middle of the nearby street, crushing a car carelessly as it made landing. an 8 man squad stormed out of the shuttle, the other 4 staying behind to guard the shuttle.
"Find the intruder!" The leader yelled as they ran for the alley. Then Robin fell off of a roof in front of them, yelling. Without any hesitation, the squad lifted their rifles and fired at Nightwing.
The reaction of the 15 men who made it inside could be summed up by one man.
"It's a trap!"
Reaction more out of shock and fear then discipline, the squad opened inaccurate fire on all of the many forces of Casttlevania, each more terrifying then the last. of course, with the large numbers in the hall, their chances of scoring hits would be somewhat better then they were before.
Outside, the Imperials reacted better to the attack, having expected some resistance. They looked up into the sky and fired at the incoming aerial units, now regretting the lack of any air power of their own.
"Woo, let's do it!" Gaige yelled as she threw a sticky grenade onto the top of a walker, of which there were 5 in addition to foot escorts. It blew up and, while leaving a nasty burn mark and minor dent, held firm.
"Hmm. Top's tougher then I thought. Land on them and slap that shit on the back of those things!" Gaige yelled to the attack squad."
The bombs struck the tanks, who were unable to stop the air attack, and one exploded while another started smoking with damage.
Meanwhile, back at base camp, the general got a message.
"Artillery is ready!"
"Good, eliminate the anti-air so the second wave of TI Es and Bombers can move in!"
As the Dark Troopers and the Orks traded blows, the sound of artillery would be audible as the Empire fired on the locations of any anti-air gun that had fired on their units earlier, having marked their locations.
The jet troopers took evasive action, but one unlucky uni was hit and turned into little more then pulp from the combo of the rocket and exploding jetpack. Two continued to fire at the Ork on the gun, while a third moved in close to the (now more damaged) windshield and fired a flamethrower in an attempt to burn the Ork off.
The Walker's leg collapses, and the Walker falls partly to the ground as it is rendered immobile just as the Kaptain begins his climb, which would cause significant turbulence. Both Orks go unnoticed in the chaos.
The tank, seeing incoming enemies, shifts blaster fire to them as it begins moving backward at a slow but increasing speed in an attempt to create distance.
The missiles missed and did indeed hit the Trooper behind her, obliterating him thanks to the prior damage. Meanwhile, the missiles hit the rather slow Dark Trooper Yang was now facing. It staggered, having now taken major damage. But it still had one trick to play. It dropped the blaster cannon it was holding and charged at Yang, attempting to tackle her to the ground as it began to glow red and become very, very hot....
The trooper was completely unable to keep up with the very swift movements of the huntress, and went down to one knee as its leg joint was destroyed. It then attempted to reach up and grab Blake by the neck to strangle her with one hand. Blake might also hear the sound of another Dark Trooper, this one a phase one, charging her from behind. It was much less durable then the Phase 2 units, but also had a long blade aim aimed right for her heart.
Lady lowered her sunglasses at Red Hood's comment, and he would probably sense the "Really?" comment she was about to make before glancing at a nearby bridge.
"Shit." She said as she yanked out a pair of binoculars and looked at the incoming forces. "The main force is on the move." She glanced again at Red Hood and his guns. "I assume you know how to use those things? if so, get on, we don't have time to waste."
Red Hood would find himself practically dragged onto the back of Lady's bike if he hesitated before she drove off and came to a stop at the other end of the bridge the Imperials were using.
"You're going to want to hold on very tight unless you wanna get thrown off by the recoil."
While there was a bar on the back for him to grip, whenever or not he used that or choose to grab onto Lady herself was another question completely. Lady then charged her missile launcher until it was at maximum power before unleashing it at the lead car, aiming to at the very least disable if not outright destroy the car and block off use of the bridge with the wreckage.
edited 9th Aug '16 3:50:44 PM by Meanken
Offices of Izaya Orihara
For a long time, there was just the darkness of the bag over her head, and the vibration of the vehicle beneath her.
It had been a rough night, though no worse than she’d expected. She had been hiding from the world for months now, from the promise of corporate assassination or worse, so simply being arrested seemed downright tame in comparison. And she could take comfort that her capture was much less embarrassing than it would’ve been were she still within the confines of her native dimension. After all, their foreign servers had no record of a “Namie Yagiri”.
As for what they were doing with her now, she could only guess. Perhaps that damned brat had pulled some strings with his new police friend, and they were moving her somewhere a little more secure. Or perhaps she was to be shot, or laid in a ditch—not that she thought either of those goody-two-shoes had the balls to do so. Wherever she was going, considering the method of transport, it couldn’t be good.
Then, as the van abruptly stopped and Namie was shoved out into the street, blinking and bleary-eyed as a baby elephant she took a moment to catch herself mid-stumble on a lamppost, she looked up at the building sign and scowled at how she was completely right.
Café Kirishiki Streetside
“Uh, Vorona…”
“What is it, Sloan.” She responded, watching Izaya continue down the street, getting ready to take action once their line-of-sight was terminated.
“The dog, it is... talking!”
Vorona cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t look away. “I have heard of such phenomena.” She said dryly, finding herself in good spirits despite her denials to her comrade. “Is known as cell phone, allows communication over long distances.”
“No! I—well, the burn, it is good. But it is the dog, the animal," Vorona turned to see Sloan sporting a giddy smile, “it is talking to the man!”
Vorona prided herself on being a concrete, rational person. In this way she was the opposite of Sloan, who was consistently surprised by the vast majority of things, but she knew better—chemicals reacted, neurons fired, and things weren’t always what they first appeared. But as she turned her binoculars to the targets, it was hard to deny that the dog’s mouth movements bore a striking resemblance to speaking, though both it and the man seemed to be making a concerted effort to keep it from being obvious.
The amateur scientist in her immediately wondered how it is a dog would sound like, but the professional assassin won out. “…what are they saying?”
“Is not good.” Sloan said with a shake of his head, even as his eyes cast off to the side at nothing in particular while he listened intently. “This target, he is… bait? A test, to prove Mr. Orihara’s competence at arranging hit.”
Vorona snorted, but her expression remained unchanged. “Will be somewhat anticlimactic. Busywork is already done.” As if on cue, her mobile device began chattering, even as a refocused glance showed the broker was almost out of sight. “Will follow target on motorbike. Instructions will be forwarded to you in event of—” Vorona stopped cold, furrowing her brow as she poured over the message.
“What is it?”
“Assignment is… unexpected. Invasion, it has begun.” She shut her phone and closed it, before looking up to see Sloan smacking his foot repeatedly against the ground in consternation.
“Vorona! I think it over, but it makes no sense!” He said, arms crossed as best he could manage with the satellite dish still pointed at the Syndicate pair. “This dog is so eloquent, showing mastery of grammar and metaphor! So why is it other dogs cannot talk?!”
The blond assassin didn’t miss a beat as she began gathering her equipment, slotting miscellania into pockets of her biker suit while cleaning and checking her weapon. “Canine vocal cords are arranged in such a way to take advantage of sounds that are not inimical to human language. In addition, dogs lack necessary fine manipulation of tongue to generate proper human speech.” The assassin slid the straps of a backpack over her shoulders, placing an opaque motorcycle helmet over her features as the back door of the trailer began to open. “Is likely this dog product of surgery, or depending on timeframe of other Tokyo, genetic manipulation.” She said, her voice echoing in the confines of the helmet even as the built-in mic transmitted her words directly to Sloan’s ear. She settled into the seat of her motorbike, the wash of the midday sun spilling over her. “Is not possible to simply teach dog to talk through training alone.” She looked over to Sloan, who was nodding steadily as the back door opened into a ramp. “Is always a rational explanation.”
At that very moment, a piercing whinny echoed between the buildings, and the attention of both assassins were arrested by the sight of a pitch-black motorcycle whipping around the street corner, past their trailer, and around the corner to their charge. There was an extended, pregnant pause.
“Vorona! How is it motorbike can whinny?!”
“That… is very good question.”
Ikebukuro Premier Fish Market
At that moment, the girls’ scrolls would go off with a message from Izaya as well— Report to this address for debriefing —but they had bigger things to worry about.
After being stopped in their advances by girls a good head shorter than each of them (save for pink hoodied Kanazawa, who was leaning forward to give them a stink-eye), the bulky Asanuma frowned while the bespectacled Morita shook his head with a tsk tsk tsk.
“Look, I’m just trying to—” Asanuma stared, before Morita patted him on the head, shutting him down. He made a gesture, and Asanuma and Kanazawa fanned out to either side as he took center stage.
“I know you children—I know you girls think you’re doing the right thing.” He said, quirking an eyebrow at Weiss’s rapier even as he put on his best genuine, disarming smile. “Are you that man’s nieces? Cousins? Surely you’re not just some cosplayers he picked up off of the street, are you?” Morita shook his head. “I’m sorry to say that, no matter what you’ve heard about him, your friend Nakura is in with some very bad people.”
“Yeah, and now they want to get into him too.” Kanazawa said with a snicker, and Morita couldn’t stop a flicker of a smirk from crossing his features he pressed on.
“There’s nothing to be gained from defending a man like that.” Morita shook his head. “Us being here, that means that he’s had it out with one too many folks that simply won’t put up with his behavior. He needs to start taking responsibility for his mistakes. Your parents taught you about responsibility, didn’t they?”
It was at this point that the White Rose Duo might notice Asanuma looking over their heads, his wide face sporting a broad smile. Were they to look over their shoulders, they might see Nakura standing stock-still in the doorway, sporting a pitch-perfect deer-in-the-headlights expression. “Y-you f-f-orgot, your, chips…” He stammered, a bundle of colorful plastic circles clutched in his off-hand. “I th-thought you might come back, later, so…”
“I’m afraid it’s time to pay the piper.” Morita said, talking over the girls as he lifted a taser from his pocket and held it next to his head, the flicker of electricity sparking gently. “Come quietly, and no one will have to get hurt.”
For his part, Nakura immediately attempted to turn and flee, only for the door to shut behind him and audibly bolt, one of the dealers looking apologetically through the eye slot before it too slammed shut.
Kanazawa pulled out a billy club and banging it against the side of the tunnel to cause the echoes to ripple along the hallway, while Asanuma withdrew a pocket knife that seemed comically small in his large hand. With their prey trapped, the three kidnappers would attempt to simply walk past the girls, paying little mind to their obviously fake weapons.
Ikebukuro Streets
Having the specter of an undead horse occupying your ride was surprisingly convenient, for a variety of reasons. For instance, Izaya could finally understand just how Celty could get so much done while on the move, being able to safely text and drive at the same time. He was admittedly jealous, and he resolved to make the most of the experience as his phone buzzed against his ear. “Hello Shingen dear,” He greeted cheerfully, “how’s it going today—”
“Can’t talk right now, science!”
Despite the wind rushing past now, and the city-wide declaration earlier today, the beeping of the dial tone was the loudest sound Izaya had heard in quite some time. It was worth remembering that Shingen was most likely one of the only non-Yakuza people in Ikebukuro with both the wherewithal and the sheer cajones to hang up on him after five words; but Izaya also didn’t bother to call him back, as he knew from experience that on occasion the man’s forebrain simply needed a moment to catch up with his aft.
Sure enough, after whipping past a few more empty blocks: “Izaya! Sorry about that, I’ve been busy all morning trying to triangulate my son’s cell phone. Very hard to do, when your equipment is mostly microscopes and petri dishes. How are you doing?”
Izaya’s attention immediately focused on the meat of the sentence, eyes widened slightly within his pitch-black helmet. “Shinra’s gone missing, you say?”
“Missing is a bit of an exaggeration, I feel. He just isn’t responding to texts or phone calls, didn’t come home last night, and hasn’t been seen since he took a strange job in the Tokyo next door yesterday evening.” Shingen rattled off, tone growing ever-more frazzled as the list went on.
“Well, I just so happen to be somewhat familiar with the area. I’d be happy to take the search off your hands, for a small fee.”
“Poppycock.” Shingen said flatly. “You were going to look for him anyway! You only have the two friends, after all.”
Blowing past how the older scientist was almost entirely correct, Izaya shook his head. “Don’t tell me you’re getting antsy about funds, Mr. Kishitani.” Izaya’s eyes reflected the black of the asphalt as they sped by. “Why, if I’m not mistaken, Nebula’s holdings represent the largest pool of financial assets in all of Ikebukuro. All of those sweet, sweet pharmaceutical accounts put even the Yakuza to shame.”
“Yes yes, I’m aware, Mr. Orihara, though you should also know that a great deal of that money went from off-shore to off- dimension. I can’t exactly justify using company resources to go looking for one person.”
Izaya said absolutely nothing, thumbing at his cuticles as he waited for the shoe to drop.
“uuuuuuuuuurAGH! What am I saying! I only have the one son, and Nebula has millions of yen! Fine, you’ve got yourself a deal. But when we get back, you’re going on the docket as a travel expense. You’d better be willing to play along!”
For the second time during their conversation, Izaya found himself surprised. “When we get back, you say?”
“Of course!” Shingen replied, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t tell me you plan on lingering on this rock forever, rubbing shoulders with giants and witches! What else have you been scurrying around for?”
Immortality, a worldwide cabal, an endless toy chest… “Not much, I suppose.” His offices reflected in his visor, and he circled back around to the point of the call in the first place. “And come to think of it, I might not need money for the job at all..."
Ikebukuro Holding Cell
Tom positively lit up once he saw Huang, throwing the blanket off his shoulders to pool on the cell floor. “Oh man, is it good to see you!” Tom said, reaching forward to grab his hand. “I’ve been better, but I’ve also been a lot worse.” After a moment of genuine, enthusiastic shaking, the grip slowed down, and Tom snuck a quick glance over his shoulder. It looked like Mrs. Showers was distracted—Ms., he reminded himself, on account of that wink—but how did he know that the cell wasn’t bugged somehow? Or that Huang wasn’t? Or that he wasn’t? He’d been unconscious for some time, after all, and as if on cue his hand jumped in Huang’s grip in phantom memory of his prior electrification.
Tom sat down next to Huang on the bench, donning a smile that wasn’t as easy as he’d have liked. “Seems like these guys realized they made a mistake. I told her about how we’re from Ikebukuro, and that we got snowballed into this mess more or less by osmosis.” He said, slightly louder than speaking tone, both to be heard by anyone who was listening and hopefully signaling Huang to play along.
Meanwhile, in the next cell over: “And that’s, basically, how you treat a gunshot wound to the head. Most people think it’s impossible, but most people are also really bad shots, so it works out!” Shinra said to the blue-suited woman, capping off the latest of his insights into the human medical complex. The thing Shinra loved talking about more than anything else was Celty, but surgery was a not-so-close second. It was informative, useful, and interesting, as long as you weren’t eating anything during the conversation. Plus, it helped keep his mind off how much longer they were going to have him cooped up here.
Shinra gave a wave to the new blue-haired woman, then settled his hands into his cross-legged lap. It had been almost an entire half-day since he had last seen Celty, and he couldn’t even let her know he was okay—but still, this was far from the worst of his on-the-job adventures. Heck, if he counted the really late-night or Awakusu-Kai stuff, this didn’t even rank. So it was with relatively little trepidation that Shinra folded his legs out from under him and walked up to the bars, clutching them in his hands as he leaned forward. “Hey, if you’re getting relieved, could you do me a favor and go grab my lab coat? It should be in a box labelled ‘Shinra Kisitani’. Unless they misspelled my name, those jerks.”
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~Compared to the lithe TIE fighters, the satellite Volk had all the mobility of a floating brick. It was relic of bygone era when man was only taking its first step among the stars. Its thrusters were more suited for taking it self out of the projected path of debris and making minor corrections in its flight path. Its shield and armor made with radiation and the dangers of space rather then lasers and photon torpedoes.
It wasn't defenseless though. The best defense was an offense, and Volk had offensive capabilities to spare. With its long range sensors and weapons capable of hitting targets from orbit, the satellite was built to fight battles measured in the hundreds of miles. The mutitude of smaller lasers raining down upon the desert stopped, redirected at the new priority threat of the approaching TIE fighters. The dozen plus lasers rained down, trying to intercept projected flight paths of the alien fighters. It would put the skill of the Empire's pilots to the test as they weaved their fighters trough the continuous laser streams like cat burglars.
Down on Battleworld, one of the rocket troopers dropped, taken out by an unseen sniper. The remaining two fired off the weapon, sending smoke trailed rockets at the behemoth. It was not all too different from modern weaponry. Death Parade raised its massive fore arms to block the in coming fire. The thing was built like a fortress, but the armor around there was particularly strong, used as it was to pummel its foes. The rockets exploded off the surface of the arms, having as much of an effect as one might expect trying to take down an ATAT with such conventional arms. When the smoked cleared, the giant parted its arms to reveal its massive glowing eyes, staring down the small men who dared strike it.
Despite minimal damage, Charlie could see his power out put drop ever so slightly. He suppose he couldn't blame them. Death Parade at its normal size they would barely even feel it if a building came crashing down on them. Now the girls were feeling the vibrations from something as small as a hand held rocket.
"Come on girls, can't have you slacking off on me now. The celebratory BBQ of me single highhandedly kicking the ass of the whole Empire is at 3'o clock sharp, and I don't want to be late."
"You got it Charlie!"
With that the power out put was back to full. That's all it ever took, a little word or a wink from the big man and these girls start putting out maximum energy out put and then some. Charlie turned his attention back toward the rocket soldiers and thought it was time for a bit a overkill.
"DEATH PARADE PUNCH!"
The massive fist of the mech came down upon the men, seeking to make a pulverized bloody mess of them across the desert sand.
The bikers tried to dodge and weave as best as they could, but there was only so much you could do against a wave of lasers and on a bike driving on sand. A good half of the bikers fell, their bodies and bikes flung along the sands as the high speed machines suddenly lost control. One of the dead let out a particular pathetic scream
, the future soldiers perhaps scoffing how seasoned killer could ever make such a sound. Those that made it within distance acted as shock troopers, some throwing fire bombs the troopers as they drove by, others jumping off their bikes and igniting light sabers. They had no concern for their lives, merely charging the crowds blade in hand in an effort to cut down as many as they can before falling. Their voices masked by their respirators, they called out a rallying cry as the moved beam blades in hand.
"For lord Dark Star!"
Other members seeming to belong to the same group, considering the same strange outfits resembling TIE pilots, kept their distance from the battle proper. Even so, observant Imperial soldiers or equipment could still notice them. Unlike their brethren charging into battle, they stayed back to set up the laser cannons. While the weapons charged and prepped, they used the scopes to check out the battlefield and choose targets to fire upon once the weapons were ready.
"Nice shot!"
The two snipes would hear the compliment from one of their guards. A few EX-L Bs stayed on the chopper to keep an eye on the two snipers. It was a hard to tell with all the chaos, but they kept an eye to see that satisfactory drop after a shot rang out. The copter still had distance and the space soldiers were not great shots. Still, even if the troopers were using antipersonnel weaponry, there was only so much armor you could put on a bird and still expect it to fly. Blaster shots hit the hull and melted metal. Nothing vital, but it wasn't great idea to take too many hits. The pilot took the copter in a slow strafe, trying to keep it steady not to upset the snipers shots. Should things become to hot, the pilot was ready to bolt.
The LB soldiers on the ground advanced along with the base ball players behind the gimp cover. When they were a respectable distance, one of the batters tapped the shoulder of a soldier.
"Yeah, I can hit it from here."
With that a duffel bag was dropped and opened, revealing a nice collection of grenades. The soldier got on a knee and while keeping his gaze on the enemy, pulled the pin and casual tossed a grenade over his shoulder. The satisfying sound of a wood bat connecting instantly followed, sending the explosive flying out toward the Empire ranks to land among their feet. The scene was mimicked and copied by other pairs in the advancing party, sending a wave of improvised artillery among the gathered troopers.
As chaos erupted around the floating tower, its glowing red eyes spun around to soak it all in. It would be grinning if it still had such capability to do so. Going unopposed, Dr Letz Shake found it self a suitable spot and stopped. An orange holographic circle projection spread around him along the ground
"EFFECTIVE TARGET ZONE WITHIN 100 FT RADIUS OF IMPACT - ESTIMATED CASUALTY RATE WITHIN ZONE AT 98.7% - LOWER THEN STANDARD - DISAPPOINTING - INITIATE COUNTDOWN"
The tower slowly spun raising four pistons up and close to its body. As it did so, the ground began to shake violently. Not enough to disrupt the movements of those in the area, but enough for them to know that something bad was about to happen. With most the Santa Destroy forces still making their advancement, friendly fire wasn't too big of a problem. Well, except for the surviving bikers, they were all going to die, but he didn't care. The empire forces may notice that there were small areas not effected by the violent rumbling of the earths, including the area directly around the floating tower. The anarchy symbol on the tower changed to a three and its low robotic voice began counting down. While monotonous, there was the ever slight hint of glee as the numbers counted away.
"3 - - 2 - -
How do you kill that which has no life?The Institute-CIT Interior
The five Coursers continued to fire upon the Imperial stormtroopers until it was clear that they were making a retreat. The leader of the Courser team, who was stationed the closest to the ground floor, raised his arm in the air as a signal for his teammates. The other Coursers stopped firing upon the Imperials, and lowered their laser rifles.
"I will handle the survivors," the Courser leader said, in a monotone voice.
Reaching into one of his pockets, the Courser leader withdrew a RobCo Stealth Boy, and activated the device. In an instant, the Courser leader and his weapon were barely visible, and was now little more than a shimmering mirage to the naked eye. Walking down the halls, the Courser leader stopped at the door and quietly observed the cover the the Imperials had hastily built for themselves, under the assumption that the enemy troops could not see him.
Common Room
Dr. Li and X6-88 stared at Eric as he spoke through what appeared to be a portable phone... and then stopped. Whatever was holding him up, there wasn't any time for it. Li's cordial facade immediately vanished as her patience worn out. X6 remained aloof and catty, as usual.
"We're under a lot of pressure here, Nishijima. If we don't get your assistance soon, our deal's not going to be so simple anymore."
Escorted by X6, Madison Li left for the Institute portal without another word.
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"Underground, Dreemurr Residence: Your Grass is Greener (Cuz It Glows in the Dark!)
Yin gripped her cup tighter. She didn't know much about nukes, but then again there wasn't much to get: nuclear war meant the end of civilization, maybe even the end of the world.
"So your world actually went through with it, huh? Must be tough."
Yin's head turned to the corner, where the previously nervous cat had found a reason to speak.
"We've got nukes in our world too," Mao continued as he walked towards Asriel's chair. "nuclear war's been a threat for decades, though it's been a lot less likely in the past twenty years. No matter how much countries hate each other, nobody's been willing to turn those keys yet. Partly because there's been some...weirder, developments."
Mao paused, as if to present himself as an example.
"So is your...lady friend, a product of radiation?" the cat continued, cautiously stepping behind Asriel's dangling feet. Just in case the sweet ol' lady chose to go berserk.
Ikebukuro Warehouse: Point Taken
Lee did see. He saw with eyes the size of cue-balls, and a face just as white. If the poor university student had anything else to say, it got trapped in his throat and eeked out in nervous spasms.
So the terrified young man stumbled backwards, far away from Killer Croc.
No further questions.
HGT, Imperial Shuttle: Sure Thing, Boss!
A stupider man might've asked why the Empire would want such "primitive" findings, but Horai knew better than to bother Raan more than necessary. So instead, he thanked the Agent and spoke into the silly rectangle loud enough for Raan to hear.
"Consider your access granted. The portal's being secured as we speak, so standby for my signal. And for God's sake Eric, don't waste our time: make one trip."
With that little distraction out of the way, Horai directed the pilot to an incredibly tall building with a large antennae on top of it.
◊ Strangely enough, this "Police HQ" was dwarfed by an even taller building almost twice its size, right next door.
◊ From Imperial eyes, the pair might make an impressive statement about the police's mediocraty. Hell, it was almost artistic.
So without any delays of ceremony, Tokyo's new Imperial overlords were guided into their new base of operations.
HGT Portal: Okay, We'll Take the Other One!
With the expected (but still unnerving) reinforcements arriving, the remaining uninjured and unblinded officers turned their attention to the destructive blur from earlier.
The building Ranma burst through was a long apartment complex, with two stories of tiny living spaces that were connected by an outside staircase, not unlike a motel. With what little sense and ammunition they had left, the city's finest stormed into the residential building Ranma crashed through. Three officers, including the two in riot armor, broke into the complex's second floor, through the door with a brand new hole just above it. Meanwhile, two others chose to investigate the apartment immediately below them, just in case the martial artist's strength burst through the thin floors.
Wherever Ranma landed, he'd have just about thirty seconds to plan for the welcome party.
What was supposed to be a quick run towards the enemy had devolved into a veritable clusterfuck of a big enough scale that the martial artist was feeling more than pissed off at the moment. The sight of the flashbang and the kid that it almost killed, a sort of cold and steady anger burned deep within the girl's bosom. This changed the figure from an almost invisible shadow to a spirit of fury, one that was ready to stop being so... soft-hearted.
The three cops that moved in were allowed to go along their way unmolested for a bit, eyed by Ranma who was silently clinging to the ceiling like a certain spider-themed super hero. It turns out that regular people often never checked their surroundings in the skyward direction when they entered an enclosed area. When the small group was led in deep in enough so that any outside forces couldn't easily see what's happening inside, the patient hunter struck from her perch.
Her grip loosening, Ranma Saotome let gravity hold dominion over her once more as she all but pounced towards the group like the very thing she most feared. No sounds were made, either the rustling of cloth or the shouts of a martial artist. Just cold efficiency that spoke for itself. Her legs instantly seperating open to perform a midair split, the redheaded girl aimed to smash her feet into the cops at the left and right of the center-most one towards the walls while also simultaneously bringing her petite hands down in a simple hammer fist at the middle man's own temple areas.
The very movements themselves might seem risky and impractical on a regular human considering how the opposition was decked out in body armor, but this was Ranma Saotome, a master of the arts. The girl had complete control over her bodily movements and said attacks were done so as to strike at the temples, done with enough controlled force to instantly render her targets either unconscious or at the very least, helpless for the follow up blow, even if they were wearing protection like these people were. When you could split boulders in half and bend metal like taffy, plastic was sort of a step down.
edited 10th Aug '16 1:34:37 PM by Makaioh
Looking for a guy? That didn't seem very likely. Since when did Hell allow entry of ordinary humans? Still, the mere fact that they were there was great news for her. She could totally pretend that she had walked through the portal and that she had merely found them about to step inside. But for that she would have to make sure that they said nothing.
"Hmmm... oh, yes, that man," she responded, trying her best to sound convincing and not at all annoyed while she headed for the door. "Right, I guess I can take you where he is, but first let me talk to the guards, alright?"
However, she found herself incredibly surprised when she opened the door, and discovered that... the hallways outside were completely empty. There were no traces of anyone else outside.
The perfect opportunity for someone who wanted to sneak away from the building unnoticed.
"Excellent, there is no one out here. Okay, I guess we can get going then, but I will need you to be quiet for some time."
"Ah, that hole?" Cresta asked, pointing at the large hole on the wall behind her. "Yeah, neither of us had any idea that could even happen."
"See, last night we were cleaning the building, but we had a minor... incident."
"A very dumb incident."
"Totally. I mean, how difficult can it be to..." Camry suddenly stopped, as an idea started to dawn on her. "Hey, Cresta, come here for a sec. Excuse us, 'kay?"
For the following thirty seconds or so, they talked to each other in very low voices, and with their backs turned towards the van and its occupants. There were a few nods and an occasional glance, but not much more than that. Finally, both horned devils turned towards the foreign group with ample smiles of questionable intent.
"Right, so, about that search..." Cresta began, nodding at the van, "I think we can let it slide, but we're gonna need something from you in return. Just a little favor, nothing big."
"See, a friend of ours needs a ride," Camry continued explaining. "She needs to get to the Far East Devil High School, which is that huge building over there." At that point, she pointed to a particularly large structure on the side of the mountain. "If you can get her there, we'll just assume all of you and the van are clear and give you the permit right now. What do you say?"
edited 11th Aug '16 3:40:26 AM by Katarsus
Ikebukuro Hospital First Floor—Lobby
As the man on the ground scraped along on his elbows, he managed to slip out his smart phone and snap a picture of the departing agent, even as the nurse helped him up.
A sense of uneasiness descended on the space, as those that could hurried away—throwing over-the-shoulder glances at the soldiers moving to cover the glass-door exits—and those that couldn’t soldiered on with a significantly greater degree of shaking hands—such as the front desk secretary, glued to his desk by obligation and inter-department phone calls.
Ikebukuro Hospital Second Floor—In-Patient Care
Eiichiro Hoshigawa Jr.—Chiro, to his friends, family, patients, and almost everyone else save for the parent of his namesake—steadily knocked the air bubbles out of the syringe with his finger.
“Come on Chiro, window’s closing! We need to get these people out of here while we still can!” One of his comrades called to him, a friend from his graduate days.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” He called, eyes glued to the concoction before breaking off to look at the EKG at his side. “This one has elevated brain activity—no use carrying her if she can walk.” A risky maneuver, but these were risky times, and he’d always fancied himself as kind of a maverick. It took guts to get things done, to get as far in life as his father had, and Chiro was going to do his best to live up to that. One life at a time.
He reached down and brushed the hair from over her closed eyes, giving him a better look at her face. Was that a crease in her brow? A squint to her eyes? “Hold on, girl. I think you’ll love this next part.” With a tap to bulge the vein, Chiro pushed the needle into Haruna Niekawa’s arm, and his thumb pressed the drum down.
Ikebukuro Hospital Third Floor—Radiology
Agent Thrax would not need to go far. Strolling down the conspicuously empty hallway, the paper of abandoned clipboards flapping in his wake, Hoshigawa would take measured strides toward the man, having the countenance and presence of an oncoming thunder storm. Coming to stop with his unflappable air of authority intact, he dismissed the terrified orderly with a targeted nod before looking ever-so-slightly down at the Imperial Agent. Hoshigawa took a moment to size him up before speaking.
“As I said before, my name is Eiichiro Hoshigawa.” He began, taking care to keep his tone level, which still had the give of Irish bedrock. “This hospital is under my jurisdiction, and the doctors and nurses within are directly under my employ. We care about nothing so much as keeping the patients here safe and secure, as we would otherwise." His eyes flicked to the side, looking over his entourage. "And due to your recent, acquisition, of the city, they are Imperial Citizens as well. All I ask is that you allow us to continue, as we were before.” Hoshigawa slowly, purposefully raised his hands up to hover near his head. “We are no threat to you. I can assure you that nothing in this hospital will do you or your men harm.”
Ikebukuro Hospital Fourth Floor—Long-Term Patient Care Suites
“I swear, I’m going to kill these bastards.” Nasujima
◊ said, peeking out the doorway of his suite. The massive bandage covering half of his face obscured his vision somewhat, but he could see well enough to know the gist of what was going on. Empires, aliens, give me a break… The only reason he was trapped in these suites in the first place was a combination of his stellar insurancenote and as a courtesy toward especially egregious offenders of what was known as “The Heiwajima Phenomenon”.
Just as he was about to make a break for the stairwell, a soft voice chimed in from behind him. “What are you doing?” It whispered, sweet and effervescent as an angel’s sigh. “Get back in your room, before they come back.”
Turning his head, it was as if the gods themselves had blessed him with a wellspring of good fortune, to combat the air of destruction breathing down his neck. Truly, her neck was that of a swan, tender and dainty, sporting features that Troy had burned for. Exquisite chocolate bangs framed the twin jewels of her eyes, and—
“…listening to me? We’re in a lot of danger, here. It’s safer if you don’t get in their way.” Saki finished, shifting uncomfortably under his leer.
Nasujima blinked, before donning his disarming, teacher-ly smile. “Not to worry, cupcake. I’m a teacher at Raira Academy. Everything is going to be alright.”
Saki smiled slightly at the sentiment, though she didn’t believe me for a second. “R-right, thank you, Mr…?”
“Nasujima sensei.” He said, reaching his hand out for a shake. “And you are?”
With a light amount of trepidation, Saki shook it. “Saki. You can call me Saki.” Her smile twitched at the corners. She had a bad feeling about this.
Ikebukuro Hospital Fifth Floor—Server Hub
Were the adjutant droid to peel off in search of the designated computer banks, it would find itself led to the top floor, where all of the patient data was stored for maximum redundancy. The security station wouldn’t be too far away, though the guard will have locked himself in in a mid-invasion stupor as he watched the white-adorned soldiers stalk through the halls, his mouth agape.
edited 10th Aug '16 11:15:13 PM by Uncandescent
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~The Citadel
-The flakka gun repaired, Nailbrain heads towards another just in time for it to be obliterated by Imperial fire.-
Wuh... Ain't you squigbrain killed deir 'tillery yet? Get shootin'!
-The ork artillery opens fire in the direction of the incoming shells, while the bommas send a new wave of grot bombs at the walkers. Some of the more orks try to get inside the walkers, while buggies try to run over isolated troopers.-
Killy Krooza Too
No point in runnin', umies, I sees yaaaaAAARRRRRRR
-The flamethrower hits the windshield stormboy in the back, exploding his rokkit and sending shrapnel in all directions. Surprised, the other ork abandons the blaster to launch a jet-powered tackle at the troopers attacking him, while Brikkfist tries to get into the walker's belly hatch.-
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-Not content with crippling the target of its rage, the squiggoth slams into the walker again, sending the Kaptin swinging into its other leg. The massive Zzap kannon on the howdah glows brightly and discharges a thunderbolt towards the tank below, pursued by the nobs, laughing as the blasters leave craters on their crude armor.-
The Alice continued her slow stroll toward the troopers. The five arms blocked the the oncoming shots, each twitching into place with no wasted movements as if simple reflex to being shot at. In truth the woman didn't have to put too much effort, most of the lasers didn't even land near her. The men were scared, and poor shots too begin with. She watched their volleys with the calculated mind of a seasoned killer. Any time in the volley where more lasers were headed toward her then her blades could catch, she would simply dodge, reposition her self then continued. It was only when the men turned tail, did she break out into a run.
She wondered if she could let them go. Perhaps there would we no need for blood this day. Warriors would merely lay down their arms and peace would win. Things never progressed in such ways however. She did not hate these men, but they will have to die. There was simply no other way, at least for for those who walk the path she does.
As she made haste toward her targets, a slight chill ran down her spine. Like a whisper of death. Woman's intuition. It wasn't these men, they were mere sheep fashioning themselves as wolves. But something was coming, and deep down she was looking forward to it.
Meanwhile, a gothic lolita fashioning her self death smiled with each helmet that exploded into a beautiful display of blood. The transition from life to death an instant. Each passing celebrated with a single note from rifle and burst of crimson from her victims skulls. The red painted the pavement in a piece that spoke of massacre and excess bloodshed. And those white little suits they came in, it made the blood stand out so nicely. But she did not have time to admire her and the countess' handiwork. It seemed some did not want to play their part in her little art project, which simply will not do.
Margaret began skipping across rooftops once more, seeking to gt closer toward the ship. As she moved she would pull off snap shots with surprising accuracy. Should the ship try to leave, and the goth within range, she would disappear, only to reappear in the spacious cockpit of the transport, scythes in hand.
Meanwhile Susie watched in awe. She seen the assassins work on tv, but live action was such a different feel. And Carmilla! She thought she knew vampires, but this was a whole other treat. Was she going to be able to that stuff too? Like wings and fly? Would wearing a bra and shirt get in the way of growing wings? She might have to rethink her wardrobe now that she was becoming a vampire. She took the time take a quick pic on her phone and send out a tweet. She was the one front row center where all the action was, and she wanted the world to know how damn lucky she was. With that, she tried to mimic the vampiress, holding her hand out in front of her like she was holding an invisible ball, seeing if she could shoot cool dark magic stuff out of her hands too.
By the time the storm troopers had returned fire, Shinobu was already back in the ally and well on her way. Did they expect her to stand there and take it? She was a flippin ninja! As in a literal flipping ninja, jumping from one vantage point to another in a bid to get to higher ground. By the time the grenade exploded, she was well outside its blast radius. The wave of heat and air resulting from the explosion merely sending the ends of her scarf fluttering in the wind. She kept her eyes forward and a smile crept on lips. Curse of the ninja, to never be seen but always look so bad ass.
While the ninja girl made her way up, the Gunman made his way down back to street level. He peeked out on the street, committing the troops positions to memory in order to calculate his next shots. What he saw however offended him. So much so that he forwent his hiding spot and walked out into the street.
"You dare pick up a gun without even being able to show the most rudimentary form of marksmanship!?"
The old Brit was determined to show them how one is meant to aim a gun. Walking down the street he raised the his golden gun. Controlled bursts rattled out of the gun right toward the middle of one helmet at time. The gunman made sure to place each shot in the exact same spot as a work around for the comparative lack of penetration the hand gun had. Works like a charm on hits thinking they could hide behind bullet proof glass. The storm troopers would notice that after the projectiles the old man shot hit, they seemed to explode into a rain of green rectangular paper like confetti for the dead.
The troopers may have more pressing concerns then the old man however. The ninja girl had made her way roof of a near by building and had leapt off it to descend upon the troopers from several stories above. As she descended, she let out a strange Japanese war cry, stranger still if the troopers actually knew what she was saying.
"MOE~!"
Right before landing upon her target, Shinobu would pull off one last flip, as if to get that extra motion in to empower her attack. She would seek to bisect a trooper vertically, letting the blade cut cleanly through the man as she landed kneeling with her blade before her. Despite wielding a simple steel blade, not even a vibro blade at that, the weapon seemed absurdly sharp. Should that succeed, she would waste no time dashing forward between the two halves of the man as they separated, taking advantage of the troopers surprise to bisect another, horizontally this time as sword strike and her quick forward dash acted as one motion. She would show these space men that no matter how far in the future they were from, the most efficient tool for killing peaked at the Katana in the hands of true warrior.
How do you kill that which has no life?Ikebukuro Warehouse
Kida nodded toward the trio, and swung his crowbar to cut through the air by his side. “You’re all dismissed. Start getting ready, you know what you need to do.” Stepping down from the crate and into the huddle of shifting bodies, Kida made to intercept Deadshot before he could leave. “Yo, Deadshot, I need a minute.”
Holstering his crowbar in the back of his pants as he stood in front of the assassin, Kida would outstretch his hand. “I need one of your wrist-gun things. If we get caught, it’ll be a lot easier to hide, and if worse comes to worst I’m better at punching dudes than popping them.”
Meanwhile, post-Croc roar, Lee might find a hand patting his shoulder. “Well well well, look at you, looking out for boss man Horada.” Horada’s grin would look down on the faux-grad student, doling out pride and posturing in equal measure. “I knew I made the right choice when I let you in. Who else is gonna see things for the way they really are? Here,” Horada would then attempt to press an object into Lee’s chest, and tap it insistently. “If you’re going to drop some punks right, you’re going to need it.”
Lee would find the object to be none other than a Tokarev pistol, similar to the ones his comrades sported. However, closer inspection would reveal noticeable signs of wear and tear on the weapon, scratches and smears that denoted, if not necessarily use, a lot of carry-time. “This baby right here, it’s got me out of more jams than I can count.” Horada continued. “You want to know who screws with a bonafide gang banger with a piece like that? Just two people: nothing, and no one.” Horada reached behind his back and pulled out a separate, identical, far newer weapon, and gave its slide a kiss. “I went ahead and scored me one of those new ones, so I don’t need it anymore. But I’m sure it’ll do everything for you that it did for me.”
Raira Academy Fields
Like an outgoing wave of satellite debris, a small group of students surged across the school lawn toward the safety of the concrete streets. “Screw the Man!” Ryo called, throwing his fist into the air.
No sooner did than he said that did the first of their number run up against the Storm Trooper’s defensive perimeter, a bespectacled boy with blond-dyed hair who let out a triumphant yell before the glowing ring of the invader’s stun blast slammed into his body and sent him crumpling to the ground in a froth-mouthed heap.
The rest of the small crowd came to a dead stop, and Ryo found himself awkwardly scratching the back of his head as the student’s glasses landed at his feet.
“Well, you know, the man isn’t that bad…”
Raira Academy First Floor—Hallway Entrance
As the shrapnel and smoke that used to be a door surged past Ueda and nicked at his face, the vice-principal found the decision vis a vis the fire extinguisher made for him as his finger pulled down on the trigger. Sending out a surge of billowing white extinguishing fluid into the freshly-opened hole, Ueda followed up by charging in with the tank of the hydrant raised overhead. “AAAAAAAAAAH!” He yelled, making to slam it into the first of the invader’s guns with a downward strike, before twisting around and attempting to slam it into the second breaching Storm Trooper’s chin with an upward assault. What would the kids say? “COME GET SOME!”
Raira Academy Second Floor—Broom Closet
Seiji’s hand reached up to cup Mika’s cheek, as the girl buried her face in his chest. “It’s going to be alright.” He said, in his peculiarly stilted yet genuine manner.
Mika shook her head. “I don’t care if I die, I really don’t. I just don’t want them to take me away from you~”
There was a soft click in the dark space, and Seiji raised his pen in an underhand grip as he kept his eyes locked onto the door. The TV advertisements claimed the implements could pierce tank armor; he may very well be the first one in a position to test it out. “Let them try.”
Ikebukuro Power Plant
As soon as the air lit up with the sights and sounds of blaster fire, Momiji hastily changed tactics. Slamming the button by his side, the final round of plant-wide alerts clicked on, demonstrated by spinning yellow lights bathing the facility in frantic energy as a warbling klaxon birthed into existence. “Run dudes, run! Serpentine!” He yelled over the intercom. “Capital dee colon!”
The guards hardly needed any more prompting than that. Climbing to their feet and zigging/zagging across the gravel toward the relative safety of the plant doors, Metal lattice shutters descending from the ceiling of the spacious opening hallways, just slowly enough for the last of the guards to slide underneath. As the last guard slammed the double doors a bit further in, deadlocks clamped in place, forming the second line of defense.
Momiji sat back in his rolly chair with a sigh of exhaustion, We’re not even really in Ikebukuro! This is Shinjuku! This is some bullll—
edited 12th Aug '16 12:39:43 PM by Uncandescent
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~Naomi smirked bitterly. It had been an eternity since she heard someone say that in Santa Destroy. Sure you got the assassins who bitch about how they don't want to kill, not that it stops them. Killing was a way of life here. Hearing her say that was kinda cute, and kinda annoying, like some kid afraid of the dark.
"That's war for you. I wouldn't get too caught up with what's right and what's wrong. The world's a bit more complex then black and white. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and you would be surprised at how much blood has to be spilled so people can live in peace. Worst yet, such petty morality tends to be run with something as fickle as the human heart. You're in high school right? You probably know what I mean.
But fuck me, you're in the pilot seat, which means you get to be the one who plays god. Here's a few tidbits to help you make an informed decision. First, mother fucking Death Star! Did you even read the goddamn pamphlet? Cliff notes version, that thing in the sky, its a laser used exclusively for planet wide genocide.
Second, mother fucking Death Star! Seriously, no empire that pours the money and effort into creating a weapon used to indiscriminately destroy planets is worth to be left breathing. Genocide. Everything and everyone you know dead if we leave these fuckers around.
Third..."
The Naomi's let out a sigh. Her tone changed. It wasn't exactly soft, but it was earnest.
"You can't save them. If you stayed home today, playing the sheathed sword, they would still be here, fighting, dying. Its their choice to fight and die. No, that's not true. None of us have any choices, at least not any real choices. We are all just caught up in tides, unable to change the current. A whole lot of people are going to die today, nothing will stop that. Right now though their forces are massed in the dessert, away from the city. We have the opportunity to stop their advance here, before we have to start calculating collateral damages. There is nothing good in war, but ending it before a whole lot of people who want nothing to do with it end up dead, that's not exactly bad."
There was a bitter taste in the doctor's mouth. Convincing some highschool girl to kill. But that's life, especially here on Battleworld. The girl would have to come to terms with this sooner or later. Besides, Naomi did have a personal stake in this. It would pain in the ass to have her home destroyed.
"Besides, they're just fucking robots, more or less..."
How do you kill that which has no life?The TIE pilots were not skilled. The idea behind TIE fighters was "Disposable grunts", not "Ace pilot". There was a reason TI Es had a reputation as a flying deathtrap within the Empire. And so many TI Es were obliterated by the barrage. However, the Empire thought nothing of throwing men at a problem until it went away, and command had better things to do then order a retreat, so the wave of TI Es continued, ablit depleted somewhat, as they approached firing range of the enemy satellite, alert for any other defenses it may have.
Meanwhile, between the robot smashing troopers, bikers throwing firebombs, baseball grenades, and the giant earthquake robot,the front linees of the Empire force were being more or less obliterated. Vale was fuming at this total failure of her forces from the back, where her second wave had been assembled, and when her comm went off, she snapped and yanked it out in a rage.
"What!?"
This was before she saw who was on the other end, and her expression changed to pure fear in an instant.
"Lord Vader, forgive me, I..."
Captain Vale, I do not have time for your groveling. Report.
"It's a massacre out here, these "primitives" somehow have access to giant war droids, satellite bombardment support, Waves of almost suicidal troops, and I've yet to hear a single word from any of my advance forces. This is pathetic, what is Intelligence doing up- "
Vale went silent as a force suddenly gripped her throat, as Vader now extended his hand toward her.
So, you underestimated your enemy, failed to account for potential resistance from them, and then try to pass your failures onto others? The Empire has no more use for you. Where is the second in command?
A much more timid looking man stepped forward, almost shaking in his boots from fear as he looked at his former commanders face growing blue.
"yyyyyyyes, Lord Vader, Lieutenant Ord, at your service."
Captain Ord, you are now in command. I have authorized the deployment of some reinforcements, including an AT-AT and some additional bomber support to deal with the giant war droid. I trust you have enough remaining forces to turn the ground front around?
"Yes, sir!"
Good. Dismissed.
Vader vanished, and Ord turned to his second wave, suddenly becoming much more confident now that the threat of choking was past. Stepping over Vale's dead body, he turned to his sharpshooters.
"Ok, snipers, take down the enemy laser cannons! Missiles, down the enemy air support! Ignore the war droids, you can't do enough damage before they kill you! The rest of you, split into two fronts. I want a main front to engage and destroy the remaining attackers on the wheeled bikes. Second front, you engage the groundquake causing war droid, distract it and find a weakness!
The men, driven by the impending threat of death by the hands of Vader or firing squad, moved quickly into position. The men in the back firing the laser turrets would quickly find themselves under accurate sniper fire. The chopper pilot would maybe get a lock on warning if he had that equipment before 3 missiles were launched at the chopper. The bikers would suddenly face a much more organized force of men, lined up with enough space between each man to make widespread use of explosives like they had been using inefficient at best, before they halted and fired. And Letz would find himself under blaster fire as a group of imperials fired on him from the opposite direction of the rest of the force, trying to draw him away.
Indeed the shuttle tried to lift off once those few survivors made it and got inside. Any feelings of relief they felt vanished along with the assassin that teleported inside. Screams were audible from outside the shuttle. They would try to resist, but they would surely be slaughtered.
Meanwhile, Alice would feel that creeping sensation of impending death shoot up as a second shuttle came over the scene. It hovered over the alley, and the door popped open. A single figure in pitch black armor dropped out of it like a rock and crashed into the ground with the force of a bolder, leaving a substantial crater. The figure looked up at the woman and her lightsabers, remaining silent, save for his loud breathing as he activated his own saber and waited for the woman to make the first move.
On seeing the man berating them, the men fired on him with the same level of accuracy displayed a moment ago. One raw recruit bitterly yelled.
"You try shooting with one of these helmets on!"
Te repeated fire appeared to have little effect at first, until the pinpoint accuracy shattered one of the eyes of one troopers helmet and sent him to the ground, dead. The distraction enabled Shinobu to easily ambush one man and slay him. His screams alerted the other men, and the second man was able to get out his vibroknife just in time to block before he made a clumsy counterattack.
While it was true the Imperials could not really "See" the Courser as he entered, Stealth Boys were not perfect in application, and one of the Imperials caught the "Shimmer" effect, and yelled before firing blindly at the door, setting the others off a split second later as he doorway and the wall around it was now filled with blaster bolts."
Raan made a noise somewhat like a snort as he caught sight of what these primitives apparently considered "Large" buildings. This blasted city did not even have a second layer. What these fools would think if they ever caught eyesight of the Imperial capital. Silently, Raan rose as the shuttle touched down, eager to get this over with and get off of this blasted rock.
Due both to the fact that the Orks neglected to properly spot for their artillery, and the natural Ork thoughts toward the concept of "accuracy", few of the initial counter-artillery shots hit their targets. Some men standing around the artillery were obliterated, but the Empire was hardly concerned about them. The Artillery quickly directed fire onto the artillery, which would find itself under much more accurate fire now, as the Empire tried to destroy it.
Before the Bommas could get to the Walkers, they would find themselves intercepted by a second wave of TIE fighters. Luckily, the small nature of the Bommas would work in their favor, as the TI Es were unable to lock on and had to reply on manual aiming. Meaning the fire was horrendously inaccurate. The Walkers, meanwhile, in response to Orks climbing on them, turned toward each other and started firing on each other with the anti-infantry guns. They were not powerful enough to penetrate the walker armor, but would do a number on any ork struck.
Caught off guard, the jet trooper is hit by the tackle and goes flying randomly as he attempts to, in desperation, punch the ork in the face, having dropped his blaster when tackled.
The Zzap cannon does he job of seriously damaging the tank, as the lifts keeping it in the air shut down and send it crashing into the ground. The Squiggoth, meanwhile, would find its continued aggression turned against it, as the Walker's second leg collapsed, and the AT-A Ts main body fell to the earth.....directly on top of the Squiggoth.
Deadshot considered the request. The gun gauntlets were not something he handed out on a whim. It was one of his signature items, and few really tended to know how to use it to its full extent. besides, he was walking into a warzone, and handing over weapons just before deployment was almost suicidal....
Hmm....
"Alright kid, let me just show you how to use it."
After a quick primer on how to shoot, reload, and put it on, and after handing over some ammo, Deadshot nodded. "Alright kid, you're all set. Now don't go dying on me, or I'm going to find your body and kick your ass for not giving it back."
Meanwhile, The representatives of Battleworld would hear the voice of The Cure.
"I am adding a couple of new lands and a landless group. Please welcome the lands of Subway Town and Mahora Academy, and the group of Miho Nishizumi and Anglerfish Team."
For the new lands, they would find that, in the course of their normal (or not so normal) day, they and everyone in their land had suddenly fell asleep. They would wake up to find themselves on the Battleworld, where anyone near a chunk border would note the clear changes to their surroundings as well as the giant metal moon hovering in the sky. Whoever had been chosen as the chunk representative (this being the main character) would find a note in their hand.
For the landless group, they would wake up to find themselves in a room. This may be a room that was pulled from their home reality, or a room simply built to the tastes of its new occupants. One of the members of said group would find a note in their hands.
Greetings. Right now, I am sure you have questions. What happened? Who is responsible for this? If you are outside or near a window, you may have already noticed the changes outside. Suffice it to say, you are no longer on your world. Now, you are in MY world. You are far from the only ones I have brought here, however. I invite you to exit the room/enter the portal (Whatever one is applicable for you is what is written) and head to the main room. Further information will be distributed there, so I suggest you make it a point to attend with all haste.
For the new land, a blue portal would suddenly appear out of thin air in front of the leader that would lead to the Common Room
For the chunkless group, those that left would find themselves in a white hallway, with many other doors lining it, each door being marked with the name of the group inside and the name of their chosen rep. (Again, whoever had the note in his or her hand on waking up.) Said hallway would only lead one way, and lead them to a non-descript room, the Common Room.
Blank white walls stood on all sides of them, with only a giant round table in the center stopping it from looking like a white void. In the center of said table stood a rotating globe, with the map of the new world on it, each land clearly marked with the name of the land and the name of their chosen representative (That is, the one who received the note) under it. Above it, in gigantic letters, was the name of the world, Battleworld.
Around the table were chairs, some of which had names on the back. Each of the three leaders would find a chair with their name on it, and other chairs would have names that matched the names on the globe. One chair, The Cure's giant black throne, stood away from the rest. In it sat a giant of a man, standing at about 20 feet tall, with blood red skin covering his body apart from bits that were covered in leather bindings. He turned to the newcomers with his pure black eyes, and smiled, revealing his rotting teeth. He raised his hand as each newcomer entered, and waved them over to him.

Castlevania, Main Hall
The Stormtroopers' aim with a blaster remained as bad as ever... They had missed the chains hoisting up the gate completely! That being said, their attempts to hit the Axe Armors actually succeeded... A few of them were atomized by the thermal detonator, and the Stormtroopers ended up hitting a number of the Axe Armors with their blaster shots, including the Axe Armor who was closing the gate. The Axe Armors that were not atomized or dead were now fleeing from the Imperial Forces deeper into the Castle. However, the chains hoisting up the gate continued to do so despite there not being a person manning the system, and unfortunately, the drawbridge to the Castle itself would slam shut behind the Imperial Forces.
As candles lit up the Main Hall two at a time starting from the now-closed drawbridge to reveal an elongated hallway complete with standing pillars, tattered curtains, large square windows, and white plaster walls which end in stairs that went up to a door, the Imperial Forces who had chosen to storm the castle would see just what sort of situation they have gotten themselves into... There were dozens of Zombies
, Skeletons
, Wargs
, Bats
, Giant Spiders
, and Slimes
all in this one hallway... And all of them looking right at the Imperial Forces. The castle was more fortified than what the Imperial Forces may have first thought.
Outside the Castle
The drawbridge closing was the signal. Suddenly, from the towers of Castlevania came swarms of Flea Riders
, Harpies
, and Giant Bats
all flying towards the AT-STs to either serve to distract the pilots or to use Gaige's explosives to try to blow open a hole in one of the AT-S Ts for the Flea Men to enter the vehicle and kill its occupants. The Flea Rider leading this attempt to seize a vehicle was none other than Igor himself with Gaige behind him as his passenger on his chosen Eagle.
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