Hariim nods and pulls out two grenades from his utility packs. A frag and a plasma burster. He sets their timers with mental commands, and gets set at the hatch. With a nod to Markus he pops the hatch and hurls his grenades at the boarders. The frag is self explanatory, but the plasma burster is ineresting.
It uses an initial detonation from a puny sub-miligram chunk of a radioactive isotope to trigger a flash-ignition of an exremely volatile volume of surrounding fusion isotopes. The resulting detonation creates a rapidly expanding ball of plasma which can spread as far as 8 meters in a sphere. What it doesn't fry, it will at least singe. That is, if it gets where it's going to.
Jag continued to maneuver about in a evasive action, trying to close the distance between and the team's commander.
Though synthetic, it's artificial voice struck Jag as eerily familiar. As strangely did it's choice of equipment with even it's body moment feeling recognizable.
This feeling of deja vu felt all similar to it's mind sudden reaction towards the presence of it's company's leader.
Nevertheless, Jag pushed asides these trivial thoughts and focused at the much more urgent task at hand.
With that, Jag jumped from the side to side in hopes of dodging fire from both sides as it closed in on it's target, that being the Commander.
Using it's forward momentum to shoulder brash the Commander's left most side, thrusting with it's sharped end of it's right arm into it's abdomen.
After Jason was redirected to the armory by captain's orders, Shots were fired and it descend into a fire fight between the Crew and the Death Virgil mercs, Jason scrambled for cover while the others fired back. Jason peeked out to see what the Mercs were packing,
"Shit, That's totally military grade. there is no chance the VRI can kill those guys, I would need an upgrade"
Looking around the several weapon racks in the armory, Jason sees one that catches his eyes, a MAWS with the LMG configuration. He prepares to run to the weapon rack and get it.
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"Move! Move!" Yelled Ares as the team dismounted from the [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/SDF%20Wolverine%20APC.jpg]Wolverine APC[/url], one of the newcomers to the SDF arsenal, before rushing into cover. Warren fired a quick burst and took cover next to a torn up guard rover. He looked around and spotted Mercury finishing off one of the FoS troopers with a quick blow straight to the visor which cracked.
As the squad pushed into the compound the APC followed close by, providing local firesupport with its fast-firing cannon and auxiliary machinegun. "Wolf One to Gladius, we will disengage in five and head back to the gate over."
Gladius tossed a Creed crusader who crushed another two of his comrades due the heavy impact. "Roger that Wolf One, just keep that gun going." He turned to Warren and Ares and pointed at one of the nearby structures marked as 'Research' with bold white letters. "Breach and clear! Scan everything!" He turned to Mercury and the remainder of Ares's men. "Stack up on me!"
The soldiers didn't hesitate and stacked up behind the massive commander. Mercury did a quick scan. "Clear, no traps!" Gladius nodded and blew up the door with a concentrated charge of N-X. Meanwhile across the courtyard Warren and Ares did the same and breached the research building.
Warren scanned for targets as he entered the dimly lit room. He sped past some odd long tables and entered a small room full with monitors. All empty. He glanced over his shoulder. "Clear!" Ares and his men repeated the phrase. "Warren, get over here." Said Ares with a stern tone. Warren doubled back but slowed down as he entered the main room. Ares and his men were standing around the long tables which, as it turned out, were some highly complex operation tables. Humans and aliens of varying shapes and sizes laid still on the cold metal with their torsos being held open by robotic metal claws.
"By Sol..." Muttered Warren.
Ares shook his head as he skimmed through a datapad. "Looks like the Fists have been conducting research alongside the Creed. This report is awfully detailed." He removed the memory from the tablet and nodded towards one of his men. "Place the charges." He then looked at Warren. "Download as much as you can from the room in the back, I'll watch the door."
Meanwhile inside one of the nearby structures Gladius placed the last demolition charge underneath one of the tables. He looked at Mercury. "Done?" Mercury nodded. "Almost."
As it turned out they had breached the central command room in the base which had been monitored by a trio of Fist officers. Gladius had gone straight through them in seconds, allowing the team to gather as much intel as they could.
[i]"Heads-up commander, the Shadow just picked up a large group of enemy signatures. They appear to be a large strikeforce sent from some hidden base in the mountains. We have five minutes."[/i]
Gladius nodded and motioned for Mercury to pack. "Roger that Wolf One, we're packing up now. Ares, we're heading out now." With the data downoad nowhere near completion the teams retreated back to the base entrance where they entered the three APC's which had transported them there in the first place. Gladius patted the driver on the back. "All aboard, let's go."
The driver nodded. "Roger, Wolfpack heading out."
As the APC's revved their engines and began their departure several of the base structures were reduced to rubble in a series of chain explosions. Mercury chuckled and high-fived Warren. "This should teach them something."
Suddenly a loud [i]klink[/i] sound could be heard outside. "Was that...?" Began Ares. The APC's crew chief turned around. "We've got enemy forces on our six!"
Gladius popped open the roof hatch above the passenger compartment and peeked outside.
Following the APC's closely behind was a mix of security rovers, modified civilian rovers and a few hoverbikes. "Looks like the Fists and Creed don't have any plans to let us walk out of here!" He turned in and closed the hatch. "Gunners! Effective fire, short bursts with even spread. Mark."
The turrets turned around and began firing on the pursuing vehicles.
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Valerie observed the screen with a concerned look. The screen showed real-time footage of Strikeforce Ares and Wolfpack coming under fire from a large pursuing enemy force. Meanwhile, three kilometers away Strikeforces Zeus and Xerxes had fortified some old ruins which marked the extraction point. She turned to Hendricks. "Patch me through to Xerxes and Zeus." Hendricks nodded and soon the screen changed, showing live helmet footage from Xerxes and Zeus who looked a bit surprised. "Captain, you called?" Asked Xerxes.
Valerie crossed her arms. "Strikeforce Ares are heading to the extraction point now however they are being pursued by a large number of enemy forces. Expect fierce resistance. Zeus smiled. "Don't worry captain, we'll be ready for them."
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The APC's parked quickly among the ruins and the soldiers disembarked. At the same time a pair of machineguns belonging to the other two Strikeforces started to open fire, forcing the pursuers to halt which created a wide barrier of vehicles.
With the Sol forces huddled up behind their defenses the oncoming enemy forces began to spread out to encircle the ruins.
Warren eliminated a pair of enemies with a quick burst before turning to Gladius. "Commander! We're not going to be able to hold out for much longer!"
Gladius nodded and looked at Ares. "Call for Atlas support."
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[i]"Groundteam to Shadow, we've reached the extraction point but the enemies keep coming. Evac will be shot out of the sky before they even reach us! How copy?"[/i] Yelled a voice over the comms.
Hendricks looked at Valerie quickly. "We hear you groundteam, do you need Atlas support?"
[i]"Affirmative Shadow!"[/i]
Valerie turned to a officer on the bridge who was responsible for the flight deck. "Deploy Atlas Zero-One and Zero-Two. Tell them to go in guns hot."
The officer nodded. "Yes ma'am!"
"Groundteam, Atlas's are inbound."
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"Did he say 'atlas's' as in more than one?" Asked Mercury as he loaded a fresh magazine. Warren nodded. "Sounded like it!" He peeked over the cover quickly before looking at Mercury.
"Ready?"
The hardened Boome Marine mercenary nodded. "Always." With that said the duo got up and opened fire, effectively mowing down a small squad of enemies trying to rush the defensive fortifications.
Suddenly the loud sound of heavy fusion engines could be heard in the distance. Warren and Mercury turned, as did Ares. Rounding one of the nearby cliffs, a pair of [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/SDF%20Atlas%20Heavy%20Gunship.jpg]Atlas Heavy Gunships[/url] revealed themselves. With each gunship being armed to the teeth the sheer sight of them made some of the enemies hesitate.
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The crew chief closed down several smaller windows on the touchscreen infront of him and resized several others. "Shadow this is Atlas Zero-Two, we're coming in on the extraction point. We have visual on friendly forces and numerous hostile elements."
[i]"Copy Zero-Two, you're cleared hot for engagement."[/i]
Noding the crew chief opened up the channel with his sister ship. "Zero-Two to Zero-One, we're cleared hot. Arm all gunpods, load all turrets and prime missiles one through ten. Over?"
Looking at the cockpit of the second gunship the crew chief could see his colleague doing a thumbs up.
"Gunpods, armed!" Yelled one of the gunners sitting behind the crew chief. "Missiles, primed!" Yelled the other. The crew chief nodded and looked at the pilot sitting infront of him inside the cockpit. "Pilot, take us in on the right side of the extraction point. Tac, reroute additional power to frontal and belly shields."
The massive gunship slowly moved through the air and positioned itself to the right of the extraction point. "Gunners, status?"
"Gunpods and turrets are locked, awaiting command." Replied one of the gunners.
"Missiles, primed, locked and ready." Said the other.
"All gunners, open fire."
Suddenly all hell broke loose as a swarm of kinetic projectiles, rockets and missiles were released by the two Atlas gunships, completely engulfing the enemy forces in fire and explosions. Fists of Sol troopers and Creed crusaders alike were tossed around like ragdolls and anyone who tried to return fire was met with disappointment as the gunship shields simply absorbed small arms fire.
[i]"Zero-One reporting good effect on target, over."[/i]
"Roger Zero-One, all gunners cease fire. Pilots, begin circling the area."
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In orbit, a small fleet of sleek black vessels suddenly appeared and quickly formed up around their flagship. A large object was catapulted out from a prow and began its descent towards the planet.
Hendricks looked up at Valerie. "Ma'am! Incoming projectile, a unidentified fleet just appeared from out of the blue."
Valerie marched up to Hendricks. "Is it heading for us?" The first officer shook his head. "No ma'am, it's heading for the extraction point."
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[i]"Zero-One reports no enemy activity, all hostiles are in retreat. Beginning RTB maneu-"[/i] The crew chief of the gunship was cut short when a massive object collided with it, completely obliterating the ship. Down on the ground the SDF soldiers froze and looked at the massive prism which had burrowed into the ground. Burning wreckage was surrounding it.
"Where the hell is that evac?" Yelled Ares.
Slowly the prism began to open, revealing a [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/Fists%20of%20Sol%20Reclaimer%20Walker.jpg]monstruous walker[/url] which towered over the extraction point.
"Atlas Zero-Two! Engage enemy target now!" Yelled Gladius. "Shadow, we have a hostile walker of unknown model preparing to attack. It just took out Atlas Zero-One as it landed."
Panic began to spread as the men on the ground opened fire at the walker, triggering a massive shield consisting of a series of hex-shaped barriers. "Wur weapons have no effect!" Yelled Warren.
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The SNV Shadow went into full combat alert and from its position high up in the sky it could see the massive walker emerging onto the field through a mix of helmet cameras and sensors mounted on Atlas Zero-Two. "Gunner! Load three MAC rounds!" Barked Valerie as she sat down. "Tell Atlas Zero-Two to engage the target with everything they have." Hendricks nodded and relayed the order.
[i]"Atlas Zero-Two engaging primary target! Be advised groundteam, enemy ground elements are heading back to assault your position!"[/i]
"MAC! Loaded!" Yelled the chief gunner. "One round, primary objective. Mark."
The gunner nodded and pulled the trigger, launching a massive projectile from the prow MAC cannon towards the walker.
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"Evasive action!" Yelled the crew chief as the walker appeared to charge up a beam cannon. The pilot yanked the stick to the right, barely evading a orange energy beam which sliced a cliff in half.
Suddenly a MAC round impacted on the shield and, to everyone's surprise, bounced off into a small mountain which turned most of the top into gravel and dust.
"Damn! How do you stop that thing!" Yelled the crew chief. He glanced over his shoulder and pointed at one of the gunners. "Prime five N-X cluster missiles and lock on the beam cannon!"
The gunner nodded and worked as fast as she could. "Ready!"
"Fire!"
Another five missiles left their hidden launcher tubes and detonated mid-air where they released several smaller rocket projectiles. The rockets impacted on the shield and destroyed some of the hex barriers which were quickly replaced.
Down on the ground Warren noticed how the hex barriers were slowly moving forward when the ones at the front gave away. He turned to Gladius. "Sir! If we can put enough pressure on that thing its rear will be exposed!"
Mercury chuckled. "I always did enjoy a challenge."
Gladius stopped firing for a second. "I don't like it but it's a plan. Grab Wolf One and start making noise!" As Warren and Mercury rushed to load up inside the APC Gladius turned to Ares. "I want everyone but the machineguns firing on that thing!"
Ares nodded and sprung to action.
With both the gunship and the groundteams focusing all fire on the frontal shields of the walker the hex barriers began to move forward at a faster rate. After a few minutes most of the rear was left unprotected.
Mercury remained silent as he drove the APC past rocks, debris and other obstacles while Warren kept firing on the walker. "I almost got the rear in my sights!" He switched to a laser module, painting the target for the SNV Shadow.
"Zero-Two hold on just a little longer, we're lasing the target."
The crew chief sighed. [i]"Roger!"[/i]
However despite their efforts the plan was put to a halt when a particularly brave Creed soldier launched a RPG rocket at the Atlas gunship.
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"RPG! Evade!" The pilot was quick to comply however by evading the rocket he had accidently put the gunship in the walker's crosshairs. A thick orange beam pierced through both left-side engines. All lights inside the ship turned red and a alarm went off.
"Masks on!" Yelled the crew chief as he grabbed a oxygen mask and connected it to his helmet. "Can you maintain altitude?" The pilot shook his head as the stick remained frozen in place. "Negative! Hydraulics are dead!"
"Gunners, disarm all active munitions and seal the bulkhead. Shadow this is Atlas Zero-Two, we've taken a hit and are going down. I repeat, Zero-Two is going down." The crew chief observed his crew. "Brace yourselves!"
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A loud bang announced the crash of the gunship. The odds were not in favor for the SDF groundteam as the walker turned its attention to the fortified ruins. Gladius turned to his men. "Clear out!"
The energy cannon hummed quietly as it began to charge when suddenly the entire hex shield collapsed.
"Yeah!" Yelled Warren as he had managed to strike a critical component on the backside of the walker. "Shadow, fire now!"
[i]"MAC, away."[/i]
Gladius stood still and stared at the giant walker just as the MAC projectile slammed into its side and tore apart most of its interior. However, in a last ditch attempt to attack the SDF forces a tiny beam shot out, sending Gladius flying ten meters back.
"Gladius is down!" Yelled Ares as he rushed towards the fallen commander. Two of his men crouched next to him while the walker collapsed in the background. "Help me remove his helmet!"
The soldiers fumbled with their fingers untill one of them found a button and pushed it. A sigh could be heard as the helmet de-pressurized. Ares removed it and froze in place.
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Valerie stood up and walked up to the screen. She was speechless. Through Ares's helmet camera she saw the face of the elusive commander Gladius:
it was the face of [b]major Victor Reed[/b], her brother. It was his face, his features. Everything. It was him.
A million thoughts went through her head as Hendricks did his best to take control of the operation. "Groundteam! Evac is right ontop of you! Prepare for immeadiate dust-off. Warren, Mercury, fall back!"
[i]"Negative, we got active transponders inside the wreck of Zero-Two. We're going in."[/i]
Hendricks sighed. "You know we might not be able to get you out of there."
[i]"We know."[/i] Said Mercury.
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Five SDF Hawks appeared above the extraction point, touching down gently among the ruins. A pair of Marauder gunships did their best to lay down surpressive fire on the enemy as the ground forces embarked on the dropships.
"We're on! Go!" Yelled Ares before looking out. At least a hundred of enemy soldiers were slowly moving in on the ruins. There was no way they'd be able to land and evac Mercury and Warren.
He looked at Gladius, or Victor Reed as he was really called. A soldier which Ares had only read about. A pair of medics were doing their best to keep him stabilized untill they had returned to the Shadow.
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Warren helped the crew chief out of thr wreckage. "Is this your entire crew?"
The crew chief nodded. "We managed to seal off half the ship before we went down."
Mercury, the pilot and one of the gunners kept watch with weapons in hand while the crew chief, second gunner and tactical officer were taking deep breaths next to the APC.
Soon hundreds of shadows towered over the small crater. "Warren, we got company."
Knight Sarok stepped forward. "Disarm them. Zealot Korunov will be most pleased to hear that we captured the filthy traitors responsible for ruining his base."
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"[I]Starbright, starbright, you've got the lovin' that I like...Turn this crazy bird around, shouldn't have got on this flight tonight...[/I]" sang Miranda softly to herself along with the chorus of the song, as it played through the speakers in the shuttle craft. Lex looked up from her tablet, first at the dashboard where the holographic radio screen was then at Miranda. She shook her head, then returned her gaze to her tablet. "Do you have [I]any[/I] modern music? Or is it all ancient?" she asked, as she scrolled through the headlines on Intergalactica. Miranda cut her a look. "I don't complain about [I]your[/I] music, you know." she replied, with a hint of laughter in her voice.
Miranda reached over towards the dash, and grabbed her cigar out of the ashtray. She popped it into her mouth, lit it with a match from her jacket pocket, then took a long drag off of it before looking at the holographic screen between them. On it, three different camera feeds. All three from the three new bounty hunters she was training. The bounty, a simple human bail skipper. Should have paid his fees and shown up for court. Miranda sighed, glancing out the window. Rain. And lots of it. Should make it pretty interesting for the three newbies. Especially on a planet like Prospera. Casinos, mobsters, Death Vigil, tourists...
Miranda looks over at Lex, and eyes her tablet. "So what's hot in the news at the moment? Anything good?" she asked, folding her arms behind her head as she moved the cigar to the corner of her mouth with her tongue. Lex glanced up, then tapped the screen with her finger. "Well, Lt Col. Anora Cortus massacred a bunch of pirates after they tried to surrender to Upyri Marines out near Ker." she replied. "Isn't that the 'Blood Reaver' woman? Thinks she's a full fledged vampire or something?" "Yes. She and her battalion follows our old, outdated tradition of feeding on people in the middle of battle. Emphasis on outdated...and its also [I]quite[/I] disgusting. She's more than likely gonna be a problem for the Council in the future if she keeps it up." Lex then hands Miranda the tablet. "There, you can look at the rest of the headlines. Gonna pop some serum." she said, as Miranda took the tablet. Miranda eyed the headlines, as Lex drank some yellow fluid in a vial she pulled from her coat.
[QUOTE]-The strange vessel roaming around the No-Go Zone within the Foxglove Region was once again spotted by a group of travelers making their way to Paradora. For many years the unidentified vessel, described as being large in size and completely black as space itself as well as having strange writing carved into it, has been making routine appearances within the region. One local had this to say on the matter. "I don't know what kinda vessel that is, never seen anything like it before. It can't be pirates, though, cause ain't nobody seen it attacking ships or even getting close to them. Weird thing is, if you try and get close to it, it just disappears. Like poof! It just vanishes. My friends are starting to think it's some kinda ghost ship or something."-[/QUOTE]
"Ooohhh, spooky ghost ship." said Miranda, with a chuckle. Lex glanced at her as she tucked the empty vial back into her coat. "Can't be Transsentience Cult. Too far north." she said, taking her tablet back. "Eh well. They'll have to deal with pirates and such. Can't be spooky and mysterious the whole time." said Miranda, looking over. They watched the camera feeds of the newbie hunters for a few more minutes, till they saw that the Kanad hunter had successfully captured the bounty. Good. "Lets go down and check on 'em, shall we?" said Miranda, as she sat forwards and took the controls of the hovering shuttle pod. She guided it to a decent spot, and the doors opened up. It wasn't raining as bad as it was a while ago, but still kinda heavy.
Miranda stepped out into the rain, pulling her jacket's hood over her head. Lex simply stood out of the vehicle with an umbrella. Wind wasn't blowing, so it was perfect for the job. As they started to walk away together towards where the newbies had gathered with the bounty, street peddlers attempted to push them into buying stuff. Some rushing up to them and getting in their faces. As one got close, Miranda's hand met his face, cutting him off. "[B][I]Nope.[/I][/B]" she said, directing him aside and shoving him off. Never breaking her stride. The rather sleezy looking man stumbled and landed in a puddle, the water splashing onto some nearby Death Vigil members. Who didn't look too happy about getting their apparently brand new uniforms soaked. Miranda glanced back as she heard the two berate and yank around the peddler, making her raise an eyebrow.
"Hey Lex, notice how there's a lot more sugar skulls around lately?" she asked, looking back forward. "Yeah. Death Vigil moved in on Prospera after that incident at the race track. Basically control half the stuff here now." she said, glancing over at Miranda, then back at the loud Death Vigil goons. "Oh yeah, I saw that. Big pile up, guy got killed in his box, lots of other casualties, the mercs got away. Did they ever issue any bounties for that? I'm sure they probably ID'd at least one or two of 'em." Lex shrugged. "If they did, Bureau didn't send me any."
Eventually, they found the hunters, who were talking as they stood next to the bail skipper. Who apparently was unconscious on the ground and now wearing cuffs. "I'll wait out here. You can go talk to 'em and confirm ID." said Miranda, motioning a thumb over her shoulder as she turned around. Lex nodded, and proceeded in past two Prospera police officers that were guarding the location (after flashing them her credentials.) Miranda stayed outside, puffing on her cigar. Her job was done for the most part. The hunters were trained enough to do their jobs right, and she rarely trained anyone past this point. They'd be fine. As she took another drag on the cigar, a rather tall individual stepped up before her.
Miranda looked down at the person's boots. Sleek, black combat boots. Nice black uniform too. She slowly looked up to find herself looking at a white skull design on a mask. Obvious Death Vigil goon. "...buddy, I've nothing for you. Move along." she said, seemingly unfazed by the man's presence. The man grunted, then spoke. "There's a peddler back there that says that you're the one that made him ruin our new uniforms." he said, his voice sorta raspy. "...And?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and shifting the cigar in her mouth. "You're gonna pay to get them cleaned." was his response. "Huh." she said with a slight smirk. "Something funny about that?"
"Well, three things. One, I'm not paying for shit. Two, you can get out of my face before I move you. And three, you can go home and rest your throat. You sound like you've been gagging on a Khergian's dick." responded Miranda, taking the cigar out of her mouth and tossing it to the side. The Death Vigil goon grunted again, and decided to do the worst possible thing. He tried to grab her. As soon as his hand came to rest on her shoulder, a gun barrel pressed against his stomach. "Keep pushing it. Go ahead." she said, looking up into one of the eye holes of his mask. He then heard a click. The pistol had been primed. "I'll kill you and every other sugar skull on this block. [I]Keep fucking pushing it.[/I]" The Death Vigil goon hesitated for a moment, then let go of her. "Good. Here." said Miranda, before holding the pistol out to him. He looked confused for a moment, then looked down. She had used his own damn pistol to threaten him.
Lex returned, walking out towards where Miranda was standing. As she approached, she watched a rather disgruntled Death Vigil grunt walk away from Miranda. Wonder what that was about? "Everything alright, Miranda?" asked Lex as she stepped up next to her. "Yep. Everything's dandy." said Miranda with a smirk, as she looked over at Lex.
Valerie marched into the medbay with her sights set on the pair of doors marked as "surgery". Ares and his men quickly got up with two blocking her way. "Out of my way, that's an order."
The soldiers looked at Ares who stepped inbetween. "Captain you need to calm down, he's still in surgery."
"I don't care!" Yelled Valerie. She pointed towards the door. "My brother died years ago yet now he's here. I need to see him. Now I'm ordering you to step aside."
Ares crossed his arms behind his back. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that ma'am. We take orders from the lord general and he explicitly ordered us to protect the commander at all times."
He paused and placed a friendly hand on Valerie's shoulder. "I know how it is to have a brother but trust me, it will help neither of you if you start yelling when he's on the operating table."
The captain looked into Ares's eyes and clenched her fist while taking long and deep breaths. "You're right." She looked to her sides and noticed how the rest of Strikeforce Ares had their hands on their holsters.
She looked down and realized that she too was gripping the gun strapped to her hip without even noticing it. Valerie sat down next to Ares as did his men.
A few minutes later doctor Hannah Davis, former combat medic and Zeruel veteran, stepped out of the operating room. Everyone quickly got up as the doctor walked up to Valerie and Ares.
"Captain, squad leader. I have some good news and some bad news." Began Davis. She glanced towards the door. "Well, he's stabilized for now. If it hadn't been for his armor, which is something unlike I've ever seen been worn by a SDF soldier, the beam would've punctured his entire body."
She looked at Valerie. "Those were the good news. Bad news is that the man inside that room is not your brother."
Valerie was stunned. Not her brother? He looked exactly like him aside from the enormous size which she assumed was a product of the heavy armor. "What do you mean doctor? It looks just like him."
Davis nodded. "Yes, he does look just like him. The voice recognition was a perfect match as well however when my team and I pulled a sample from him we discovered something peculiar. The soldier in there is eighty percent nanites. Only twenty is real human DNA and even that barely matches with your brother, Victor Reed."
The doctor pulled out a small canister from one of her labcoat pouches. It appeared to contain human blood which was glowing. She gave it Valerie and shrugged.
"I observed the nanites under a mircoscope and they appear to have SSOID markings and serial numbers. Despite that they don't show up in any registry or database which is odd, considering that my staff and I have full clearance."
Ares remained silent and looked at Valerie who was studying the canister closely. She looked up. "You say that voice recognition was a match? Is he able to talk?"
Davis nodded. "He was, he's sedated for now. I assumed you would have alot of questions so I conducted a full interview which provided me with some interesting information. Before his time as Gladius, which starts with him waking up in a dark room, he have few memories with large gaps inbetween. Going over the information I realized that in all the memories he still have he's never alone but always with someone he refers to as 'East'."
"Lion." Mumbled Ares.
Valerie sat down and shook her head. "East was the nickname of my fiancé, who was also my brother's childhood friend." A tear fell down her cheek. "He died on Zeruel."
Davis sighed. "I see." She had been on Zeruel herself, serving as a combat medic attached to colonel Cross's command post. Davis got up from the chair and began to walk towards the operating room. "You can see him in a few hours but for now I suggest you talk with the lord general if you want some answers."
Valerie nodded. She got up and motioned for Ares to follow her. Walking through the corridor Valerie remained silent. "What's your plan captain?"
"We're going to get some answers."
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[i]"Capatin Reed! What owes me the pleasure? Was the mission on Zyus II a success?"[/i]
Valerie stood on the bridge with first officer Hendricks and Ares behind her. Infront of her was the main overview screen currently showing lord general Kaspar Cross who appeared to sit inside his office in Terranos.
"Sir, the mission was a success We've retrieved several pieces of enemy intel from a compound on the surface. All of this will be included with the full report, including field footage, which will be sent to you in five minutes. However I called you to discuss other matters."
Valerie glanced at Ares who nodded supportingly. "During the evacution the Fists of Sol deployed a advanced mechanized walker which shot down and killed the crew of Atlas Zero-One. Ontop of that Atlas Zero-Two was also shot down and Lieutenant James Warren and Boome Marine auxiliary Mercury volunteered to conduct a rescue operation."
She paused and studied the general who had a neutral expression on his face. "Due to overwhelming enemy numbers we were forced to evac our groundteam with haste, leaving behind Warren, Mercury and the crew of Zero-Two who are presumed to have been captured by the enemy. Ontop of that commander Gladius suffered a lethal blow, he is in a stabilized condition however."
Cross now had a concerned look on his face. "It is unfortunate to hear about those who were left behind and it pains me greatly knowing what cruel fate they might face. I hope you understand that we cannot risk military resources to rescue them unless there's another reason to return to the planet."
"I understand sir." She paused. "You should also be notified that the identity of commander Gladius has been revealed to be my brother, major Victor Reed, who died several years ago."
In all her years with the SDF she had never seen a officer with such a look of confusion on the same level which lord general Kaspar Cross currently showed. He leaned in towards the camera. "Captain did I hear that correctly?"
Valerie nodded. Cross appeared to be stunned. He looked at Valerie. "I did not know Valerie, I'm sorry. Aside from his name and rank I know as much about Gladius as you do. I always assumed he was entirely robotic, not human."
The captain shook her head. "With all due respect sir but that's not good enough. I still have more questions and I deserve answers. For Victor and for Leon. I need to go to the facility where he was created."
Ares suddenly turned to Valerie and Kaspar raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure that is what you want? I don't think you will like the answers if you do." Asked Cross.
"I am. Even if it's painful I need to know. For too long the SDF and the SSOID have kept secrets from me."
Kaspar stroked his beard and sighed. He looked towards his left, presumably at his advisor, and nodded. "The coordinates will be with you shortly. I hope you find the answers you need. Good luck, Cross out."
Valerie turned to Hendricks who had walked back to his console. He looked up and nodded.
"We've received the coordinates for something called the [i]Alpha Site[/i]."
Yanim slept and dreamed a dream.
It was late summer and the peak of the warmest month, when the light of Vira could just barely pierce the veil of gray which eternally shrouded the planet Kanadys. The snow was turning to slush and water was trickling from every surface of the steel and concrete buildings, silvery monoliths standing defiantly after months of blustering frozen weather. It was a memory; some day in 2379, Yanim had walked this street in Ébo on her way to purchase something of no great importance. The sound of boot heels clacking against the pavement from the passers by and the smell of outdoor food carts marked a rare time of year which often never came...
She paused for a moment and looked at herself in the mirror-like facade of a state-owned department store and regarded the face of a teenager, not quite an adult in the eyes of her race and yet close. Her white school uniform was brightly bleached and shone brighter than the stubborn piles of snow which adorned the promenade behind her, and the silky red scarf tied into a bow around her neck was as crisp as the day itself. The wind was blowing, gently tussling her hair and skirt, in just the proper direction to carry the smog from the industrial sectors away from the city center. In other words, it was a perfect day to leave the mask at home.
Across the street there was a banner hanging from a government office, proclaiming "VICTORY IS OUR POLICY - DUTY TO ALL CITIZENS" in big, bold letters; it celebrated the anniversary of the Vizier's proclamation of a ceasefire in the north which would ultimately end the war with the sanghvi. Yanim brushed her hair out of her eyes as she considered the ongoing specter of war which didn't seem to interrupt the vibrancy of city life all around her. They said that war could come again someday, sweeping the boys and girls off the streets and clothing them in the uniforms of the Batakya. She shook away the notion as alarmist fantasy.
She wasn't opposed to enlisting- someday. But for now, she and the other Academy students were just children in the eyes of the state, and in their own. The rifles they had trained with were no more than toys, the organizational drills and obedience lessons impressed upon them were just exercises, not to be taken as sure signs of what was to come any more so than the melting snow proclaimed a flood. And even if the waters rose and forced her to tread in them one day, Yanim considered herself master of her own destiny, invulnerable to the changing tide. She could run, or fly, if she wanted. Anyone could, in fact. Stepping off the curb and into the crowd of pedestrians, she allowed herself to breathe in the spaciousness of the future awaiting her. Ahead, there was a street vendor selling fried grytik, and she wanted some.
The day could have lasted forever. But it didn't- that evening, the light of the kanad sun disappeared once more behind the curtain of hazy clouds and the water froze over once more during the night. The street vendors moved their business back inside and soon the promenade was covered in snow. The following morning was dark and gloomy and the boots crunched against the blanket of white. The wind changed course and blew an acrid smoke over the city, and the kids from the Academy filed into the mag trains with masks over their faces. Much later, in the fall, Vira would break through the cloud cover twice again, failing to melt the ice each time, but nonetheless bringing optimism that the summer had not quite ended yet.
In fact, the resumption of war was inevitable. It was the delusion of eternal youth that was fantasy.
((I am waiting for my second class to begin for the day. Tomorrow, I have one final major essay to write and submit, after which I should be free to begin updating the game again. I've read around 200 pages of material since Saturday, taken two exams, and written 8 pages of single-spaced research to tackle this exam week, and haven't had much sleep. Lend me your energy. :cry:))
Having avoided most of the enemy fire during the previous few seconds, Jag continued its whirling motion, pivoting and transferring the momentum into a lunging attack at Archangel. The latter had just pulled out a pistol and was preparing to fire when the sanghvi collided with him, trying to shoulder bash the shield out of the way so that Archangel's abdomen would be exposed.
CH Estimate: 2/3
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
Jag: [B]10[/B] x 1.5 x Dismemberment(CH1/2, 1, Failed) x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) = [B]30 DMG[/B]
Successfully bucking the shield out of the way, Jag then slammed a talon into Archangel's side, just above the hip, busting through the armor plating and gouging at the electronics within. Archangel responded by shooting Jag point blank in the head.
Archangel: 7 x (No Feat Applicable) = 7
Jag: DEF Roll = 1
[B]6 DMG[/B]
Jag HP: 63/50 (Nanosurgeon)
The flash of the laser magnum briefly illuminated the room as the energy discharged against the sanghvi's head, and Jag was sent reeling back into the Armory. The damage to the Archangel's side didn't appear to slow him whatsoever as he hoisted his shield again and kept pace with the other Vultures. Two of the three men in back laid down additional fire on the sanghvi.
Vultures 1 and 2: [B]{3, 5}[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = {3, 5}
Jag: DEF Rolls = {3, 1}
[B]4 DMG[/B]
Jag HP: 59/50 (Nanosurgeon)
Jag continued to get lucky, as the massive yet nimble creature managed to avoid being hit directly once again. At this rate, the Vultures wouldn't be able to take control of the ship fast enough simply because they couldn't hit their mark. Meanwhile, Maddox had just pulled the pin on a cryo grenade and threw it at the bunched up enemies. While Jag dove away from the epicenter, the third of the lightly-armored men in the back decided to throw a grenade of his own - a regular frag grenade - at the equally bunched up Muramasa team.
Maddox:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: {5, 4, 3, 4, 4, 3}[/B]
All Rolls Passed.
Vulture 3:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: {1, 1, 4, 5}[/B]
2 Rolls Passed.
2 Rolls Failed.
The two grenades flew in opposite directions at the same time, and yelling broke out from each team in the process as the whole crowd attempted to take cover. The Vulture team had nowhere to go, and so the icy contents of the device exploded right on top of them. With the exception of the two men outside the door, the chemicals clung to their clothing and armor and instantly hardened into icy which shocked their bodies and hampered movement. [B]6 Enemies Stunned. 20 DMG to light enemies.[/B] Meanwhile, Jag leapt into the darkness seeking cover and ran into János, helping save the latter from being wounded. The grenade exploded as it bounced between Maddox and Taylor, pelting their armors with shrapnel. [B]20 DMG to Maddox and Taylor.[/B]
Maddox HP: 156/156
Taylor HP: 125/125
Taylor, having tried to intervene when Jag had been in danger moments earlier, had been too slow. But now she was in position to retaliate against an enemy which was frozen in place, and she greedily took the opportunity.
Taylor: [B]{2, 5, 3, 2, 7, 2, 4}[/B] x 1.25(Machinist) = {2.5... [B]3[/B], 6.25... [B]6[/B], 3.75... [B]4[/B], 2.5... [B]3[/B], 8.75... [B]9[/B], 2.5... [B]3[/B], [B]5[/B]}
Just as Taylor began to unload with her auto shotgun, Jason finally emerged from cover with a MAWS to join the fight, assisting Taylor while the enemy was still immobilized.
Jason: {6, 7, 4, 5, 1, 6} x 1.25(Machinist) = {7.5... [B]8[/B], 8.75... [B]9[/B], [B]5[/B], 6.25... [B]6[/B], 1.25... [B]1[/B], 7.5... [B]8[/B]}
The hale of fire led the Muramasa team to believe that they had turned the tide completely, and that it would be moments before the Vulture team would break and run. They were wrong. As they found themselves needing to reload, the Heavy Vultures were already breaking loose from the ice that was binding them, ready to attack once again. [B]Enemies no longer stunned.[/B]
---
((Too tired to continue. Engineering and space battle update coming tomorrow.))
Porter was calm as he loaded two shells into his sawed-off double barrel shotgun. He hums to himself an old song called E1M1. Might end awful. Might end spectacular. See if his skills as a marine hasn't washed out due to his old age. He leans out from behind a box to see 6 enemies, all relatively damaged thanks from the fellow crewmates. He turns back behind the box and takes a deep breath, then raises his double barrel towards the nearest enemy and unloads one shell. After which, he sharply snaps to another and fires again. The two large shells discharge from his shotgun.
(( Whoa guys what's up ))
((Note: Heavy Vulture 4 will be referred to as Nathaniel from now on.))
Markus and Hariim made their plans from the safety of the storage room in hushed voices while shots pinged off the door's exterior. Once the plan was set, Hariim initiated the counterattack, arming two grenades of two different types, designed to maim and burn at the same time. Porter, who up to this point had been hiding behind some crates readying his weapon, was just about to turn the corner on the demoralized Vultures when his allies struck first. Throwing the door open, Hariim exposed himself and Markus once more to enemy fire. One of the Vultures was already throwing a grenade!
Vulture 6:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Failed.
Hariim:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: {4, 3}[/B]
2 Rolls Passed.
Nathaniel: [B]6[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 6
Heavy Vultures 3 and 5, Vultures 9 and 10: {8, 7, 2, 3} x1.25(Conviction) = {[B]10[/B], 8.75... [B]9[/B], 2.5... [B]3[/B], 3.75... [B]4[/B]}
Hariim: DEF Rolls = {5, 5, 3, 3, 2}
[B]14 DMG[/B]
Hariim HP: 87/100
[I]New Faction Feat Discovered: Death Vigil Conviction (For each third of health lost, one ATK tech point gained)[/I]
As the Vulture grenade flew through the air, Hariim stepped into the path of the enemy's fire, taking a number of minor shots which tested his grit. Nonetheless, he threw his two grenades at the enemy and put them right on target, ready to detonate as soon as they hit the floor. The enemy's grenade, meanwhile, bounced off the floor and into the cramped closet where Markus was still sheltered. The sniper yelled in panic, but Hariim was already slamming the door again to take cover from his own grenade. There was a loud blast just outside the door which dented it badly as the two mercenaries stared at the frag grenade between their toes. Nothing happened; it was a dud.
Porter saw the exchange and dove for the ground as soon as he saw Hariim's attack.
(Auto Roll)
CH Estimate: 5/7
[B]Actual: 6[/B]
Roll Passed.
The crates absorbed the impact of the shrapnel, thankfully, and the fireball from the plasma burst only licked him- he didn't get burned, unlike the Vultures. Quickly bolting back to his feet, he rounded the corner again to find that those lacking power armor were roasted. Only one of the three remained alive and fighting. [B]30 DMG to Vultures 6, 9, and 10.[/B]
[B]Enemy Eliminated.[/B]
[B]Enemy Neutralized.[/B]
Those wearing power armor fared better, taking only marginal damage from the explosions. [B]15 DMG to Nathaniel, Heavy Vultures 3 and 5.[/B] They were, however, disoriented from the repeated concussions and were too rattled to put up much of a fight. As Markus burst his way out of the storage room, Porter set his sights on the armored ones. Naturally, Markus would be aiming for the weakest of his opponents. Pulling out a knife, he pounced on the last remaining unarmored vulture, who certainly wasn't expecting a melee.
Markus: [B]2[/B] x 3(Ambusher) = [B]6 DMG[/B]
Markus stabbed his opponent in the ribs as the two tumbled to the ground, each struggling for control. The Vulture had a difficult time after letting go of his rifle; the pain of the blade in his chest kept him from overpowering his enemy while at the same moment he couldn't seem to find his knife in the dark. While Markus prepared to deal the final blow, Porter opened up with his shotgun on the Heavy Vultures, each of which was battered from the fighting.
Porter: [B]{7, 8}[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]{7, 8} DMG[/B]
They were battered, alright, but not broken. The two armored grunts took the kick of the shots and nearly fell over, but regained their strength and rose once more, looking like cornered animals. There was no telling what they would do to survive.
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Outside the ship, the two remaining Scythes were contacted by the Starving Buzzard as it gradually came back online, and, following through on orders, began to target the Muramasa unopposed. One fired on the ship's engines, assuming that the warp drive was somewhere within that section. The other fired on the exposed missile pod, stuck extended after the EMP blast cut power just after a rocket volley.
Scythe 1:
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Scythe 2:
CH Estimate: 4/5
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Passed.
The first rocket slammed into the already-disabled engine bay and exploded a cache of fuel. A glowing plume of radioactive dust was ejected into space, smothered by the lack of oxygen. Bits and pieces of engine followed, decorating space with millions of tiny flecks of metal. But the warp drive wasn't located in the engine bay... and there was no way for either side to tell exactly how much charge the warp drive was getting. It likely wasn't much, considering that the parts of the ship responsible for generating power were beginning to look like Swiss cheese. Meanwhile, the rocket pod on the ship's back was blown open. There would be no reloading it now.
[B]4 Turns Until Warp Charge[/B]
[B]5 Turns Until End of Battle[/B]
The situation was spinning out of control for the Vultures and Archangel knew he had to get a firm grip of it to take back contol. While being frozen by the cryo-grenade, he started barking orders to his men. "Nathaniel, keep them occupied. Take the kid gloves off and start doing your job! Those who are still on the Buzzard as reserves, get your asses down in the ship and make sure that the engineering crew dont make it to the ones in the armory!"
The ice began to thau out and fall apart. In seconds the vultures broke free and were ready to attack again. The Muramasa crew had slowed them down, but not enough. The vultures were already near the turned over tables. "Prepare for mellee." Archangel yelled as he pulled out his own shotgun, blasting away a hole in the barricade. "Heavy armor, take down that statue! The rest of you, keep firing at the crew!" He looked at where Taylor was and stood in place for a moment. "You wanted me captain. Now I'm here." He took aim and fired.
His men following his instructions, moved in. The two heavily armored vultures moved in closer to Jag, shock battons drawn, ready to strike. Meanwhile the rest of the men took shots at the crew.
---
Nathaniel was getting increasingly frustrated. "You two. Take down that son of a bitch with the shotgun! This one is mine." He deactivated his shield in order to make what he was about to do easyer for himself. While Markus was distracted with the other vulture, Nathaniel positioned himself behind the convict and wrapped his armored arms around his neck. No kill order, be damned, he was gonna choke the life out of him.
The other two turned their attention to Porter. Angry and in pain, they turned off the shields and took out their rifles and started to shoot at the giant. The last remaining Vulture used the situation to pull the knife out of him and began to stumble around looking for his dropped weapon in the dark.
---
The five reserves on the Buzzard desended down the tube that linked both ships and started to make their way down to engineering. Although lacking in heavy armor, they had nothing to slow them down.
---
Specter kep looking at the console infront of him as the Buzzard was slowly getting back to being fully operational.
"Scythes, keep up the attack on the ship. Keep blowing up those guns. Our scanner is back online. I'll relay the warp drive's location to you once we find it."
Maddox quickly got up and dashed in an effort to block Archangel's shot fired at Taylor.
János looked like he was breathing heavily despite being an android, as Jag saved him from the grenade. He looked at the Sanghvi, giving it a thumbs up as a sign of gratitude. Looking over the cover, he noted the two heavily armored vultures coming towards them with shock batons drawn. He ducked back under, as he held his MAWS in his hands.
Maddox had informed him on the capabilities, so he knew what he could do. He pulled a switch on the gun, extending the barrel and deploying a bipod from underneath the handguard, effectively turning it into a machine gun in mere seconds. What he needed was moar dakka, and this was going to do nicely.
He placed the gun on the cover, and with a nervous sigh, began firing away at the armored blokes.
Taylor gripped her auto-shotgun tightly, stepping back as she let the weapon cool a bit from the rapid bursts of plasma. Jag had still got shot, but it apparently didn't affect him much. And he even got a good stab in on the leader of the DV group. Good. She shifted her attention back to the other troops and readied herself to attack. Just before hearing their leader's voice again.
[QUOTE]"You wanted me captain. Now I'm here."[/QUOTE]
She then noticed that he was aiming at her. Just as he fired, she swung her weapon to open fire solely on him...just to have Maddox dive in front of her in an attempt to take the shot from the enemy. [I]"Damnit, Maddox!"[/I], she thought to herself. As soon as Mad was clear, she'd open fire.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKoZMke594A[/media]
[quote]November 30, 2088[/quote]
A mannequin dressed in a grey uniform and with a noose around it's neck burned brightly enough to illuminate the angry faces of the mob surrounding it. Signs with anti-artisynth slogans poked out from around the crowd. Thousands of enraged protesters screamed curses and threats at a VTOL flying above, and hurled trash at it. A protest was being staged right outside a hospital, one of CoG's many fronts to fund their cult.
Pan, nimbly navigating his VTOL above the crowd, halted as he was speaking through a megaphone to the rioters below.
"Please calm down! There are patients still inside this hospital! We understand you are upset but there is no need for violence! You'll endanger the lives of the patients!"
The response he received came in the form of a molotov, hitting the cockpit glass.
"Please, there's no need for violence!" he cried.
Moloch was standing tall at the gunners' door with a grenade launcher, ready to fire canisters of gas to force the mob to disperse. He stood over the piles of burning tires and stacks of garbage, over the heaving bodies of thousands of people who wanted him and all the artisynth dead. The orange sky was dotted with stacks of rising smoke, breaking the formation of the city skyline. Bonfires as far as he could see stretched out the horizon. The air was filled with the noise of rage and destruction. This was a full-blown riot, and it was directed at [I]him[/I].
"I've treated your illnesses, I've cured your diseases, I've mended your wounds, and this is the gratitude you show me and my staff!?" he yelled. "At least have the dignity to allow me to finish my cases before you drag me out here and shriek this nonsense at me!"
A woman was screaming out. "You bastards tore apart Korea! I had family there!"
Another member of the mob spoke up. "We could've avoided the war if it wasn't for you! America doesn't need war mongers like you people, you god damn zealot!"
Moloch hissed and grimaced on hearing the word 'zealot'. This made him quite angry, and the protesters below were about to learn [I]another [/I]reason why CoG should never be allowed to perform crowd control.
"[Pan, you may want to don your chemical hood.]" he whispered.
"Moloch, wait! That will make them even angrier! Just wait until the national guard arrives!" Pan pleaded.
"Pan, they are not coming. Especially not to help us considering how much they seem to hate us too. Now put on your hood. Believe me when I say you do NOT want to be exposed to what I have in these canisters." urged Moloch as he put on a respirator.
He did seem serious enough, but Pan really hoped it was just tear gas and not something deadlier. "Oh, this is getting heavy..." mumbled Pan as he took off his flight helmet and put on a protective hood and mask.
[B]*THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP*[/B]
Small yellow canisters of unknown contents spread out over the heads of the crowd, landing in various spots between them. The toxic gas-like substance inside seeped out like a snake, coiling itself around the legs, then the arms, then the heads. The mob stepped away, thinking it was some sort of tear gas. At first, nothing happened... then that's when they felt it. Pan turns to Moloch.
"Moloch, just what [I]are [/I]in those things?"
"They do not appreciate my treatments or cures, Pan. So,[I] I am simply giving their illnesses back to them.[/I]"
Seconds later, the screaming and yelling got louder, but they were not threats and insults directed towards Moloch; instead they were cries of pain as the contents of the mob's innards were emptied out onto the street. For the unlucky ones closest to the canisters, their bile was red. People were regurgitating out like crazy as they stampeded to get away from Moloch and the canisters. Some had to crawl to get away, but several unfortunate ones were caught underneath hundreds of feet crushing them. Pan had to look away as he couldn't stand the sight while Moloch simply looked on.
There was nothing now. The streets were clear of rioters with the only thing keeping Pan and Moloch company were the burning fires and the sounds of sirens in the distance. Pan sat there silently as Moloch sat down in the passenger seat, looking as if he was disappointed in himself by what he just did. The silence inside the VTOL was deafening until Pan said something.
"Moloch... what happened to us?"
"We've become quite hated, Pan. For some very silly reasons."
"No, no... I mean, why? What happened to [I]us[/I]? Men and Synth?... [I]What happened?[/I] I remember just several years ago before the war, things were good between our people! We could go outside and not be beaten out on the street! We could preach our faith to people and they would actually listen, and not try to run us down! We invited the people into our mosques, and welcomed them with open arms! Do you remember our camp by Phoenix? Families loved to come to our festivals! Everyone had a great time!... But very few come now... What happened to us, Moloch?"
Moloch thought hard for a moment. He knew well what happened that led to these events, yet he himself couldn't understand [I]why [/I]they did. "Tell me, do you recall the war?" asked Moloch.
"Yes, I do." replied Pan.
"Do you remember our [I]'effective methods'[/I] us and the rest of our Quds Force performed in our various missions?"
"I only know of a few select things the force did. I was an attack pilot, remember? I was in the air whenever you and the others were on the ground."
"Our actions, as beneficial to this country as they were, were not very well received by our peers. Simply put: someone, or [I]something[/I], told the rest of the world of what we did. Our 'war crimes' as they called it. Things we did which were [I]supposed [/I]to be kept secret at all costs. You know well of several of our activities, don't you? I'm certain you can start to understand why they were necessary. But [B]nobody [/B]was happy about we had done... The moment the press received word and informed the people was the moment we were beaten out on the street whenever we were spotted. It was the moment when we began to be driven out of cities for simply preaching our faith to those who needed it to the most, and when the rest of the world started to hate us. Yet, I cannot understand why. What we had done during the war was absolutely necessary to ensure victory for the [B]EASDI[/B]. Our effective methods helped this country and it's allies greatly. If it had not been for us, they would not even be speaking English this very moment."
He looked outside the cockpit window once more while Pan sat in silence, thinking at what he just said, if their "victory" in World War 3 was worth the trouble they're going through now.
"...Take me back inside, Pan. I have patients to take care of."
Markus stumbled back as he was suddenly gripped from behind.
He used one of his arms to grab a hold of Nathaniels choking grip to let himself get every last breath to prolong the choking attempt.
"Geh.. Yer fuckin'... 'Ands off me... Cunt!", he spat hoarsly as he struggled.
Nathaniels grip was steady, and a reverse headbutt was not possible.
He shakily felt around with his free hand, locating a small gap in the armor at the abdomen, most likely with flexible material to allow more manouverability for the wearer.
He pulled out a small knife from his combat vest and attempted to stab with all the force he could muster into the gap.
Jag swiftly turn to face down the heavy armor, staring them down with his optical implant.
The Sanghvi quickly estimated with assistance from it's Implant to pinpoint their powered armor's joints, tossing out a couple of it's electronic scammers onto them.
Hoping to hamper or disable their movement while it move in to shrike out again at the joints, this time with it's appendages.
((Mad diving into the middle of a shotgun duel. The man deserves a medal.))
Seeing Jag swiftly turning and facing down the vultures, János felt a sense of calm. He made sure to assist Jag by continuing what he was doing, now with the added bonus of suppressing fire.
[quote]March 18, 2022.
Colorado Springs, CO.[/quote]
The choir stopped their chanting as Chemosh made his way to the altar. He stood upon it with his arms stretched out to the congregation.
"My friends and brothers in Allah! Today the one true God will expose himself before us!"
Chemosh unbuckles his pants and lets them hit the floor, flashing his ~[I]penis~[/I] to the crowd.
"[B]BEHOLD HIS DIVINE REVELATION!! [I]OOOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH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