The Evrensel Conflict The Evrensel Conflict -- Chapter 1: The Only Easy Day was Yesterday

@Raynar Saassin

Shen narrowed his eyes. "Not on your own, you're not!" he said immidiatly. "There is no way in hell I'm trusting you to get out of there alone, with one my vehicles!" Honestly, did the Spartan really think he was that stupid? Letting someone like this demon out of his sight, just like that? Never! "We are going together, on a Revenant. You shoot, I drive. No arguments." he firmly decided. "Unless you prefer to stay here, of course." he added casually. Being in the same vehicle as the Spartan wasn't a comforting thought at all. But it was better to have the Spartan somewhere where he could keep an eye on them.

Kiratta knew little of the political affairs of the Rebellion, aside from the aforementioned rumors and conversations she overheard while off duty. However, this discussion with Tyber put her right on the standoff that would ensue after the Empire was properly hunted down and cleared off of the Galaxy. "Hmph, I'd say these are wise words, even if I'm just a pilot. Though I'm not too sure if the High Brass will exactly enjoy the Consortium's growing presence on the Galaxy. Specially since you've just seized the Eclipse, of course." Her eyebrows furrowed in thought, as if realizing something. "If we do come to blows, it'll be ugly. Not to diminish the Eclipse's power, but with the Empire on the run, you can bet that the Alliance will amass a fleet capable of giving it a good fight."

Raynar Saassin said:

"Hmm... Where could it be? I can't see it anywhere." Raynar exclaimed as he began slowing down in movement. While he was heading towards a UNSC IFF tag that was pinging around the area, it could be anywhere around his general area and he could not forget about the possibility that it could be a trap. To a Spartan, being ambushed by enemy forces is all too common for them, more or less in friendly and hostile territory. And considering that he was dumped into a wasteland with a whole bunch of Covenant? He couldn't afford to take any risks.

"Who are you? This is Spartan Raynar, Service Tag R517. UNSC Personnel, identify yourself immediately."​

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An overly saccharine neutral tone projected from an emergency comms channel to Raynar and a cheerful wave not the least doused in repeating itself, "ONI Clandestine Infrastructure AI, ID[EXPUNGED]. Carrying priority asset [EXPUNGED]! I am MIA so I require a squad! Internal ONI command systems have authorized any temporary increase in rank and operational clearance necessary to facilitate UNSC recovery to command personnel. Do you need ammo and nanofabrication?"

Raffia Kiryuin said:

"N-no not your ship thing..." She pointed at the car full of skeletons. "That there." Xiao explained as she watched him approach her to be by her side. "I come from a place known as the foggy swamp...not to far from there is a city called Omashu. I tried accessing the spirit realm but ended up here somehow." She replied to his question while still looking at that car with deep suspicion and one arm raised ready to earthbend if the beast came back to life.

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"Sorry, what?" As if this already didn't seem weird enough, now she was confusing a car with bodies for some kind of monster. They were in the middle of the aftermath of a war zone, she could bend earth and heal wounds somehow, he was fucked up and hurting badly, and the sky looked like it was on fire. Maybe Alec was in hell, either way, if there were a horde of zombies around the corner, he'll be convinced he was in a move. "No-no, no, it's-it's not a monster." He explained, putting her hands down. "It's just a car, like a wagon but it runs by itself." Hopefully she knew what a wagon was.

For now, Alec would take it slow with Xiao. Perhaps she was from a world that wasn't highly advanced technologically, maybe she was a humanoid alien and Alec just found another race, maybe he could get a medal if he could validate that, but for now, one thing was at least clear. They needed to figure out where to go. "Do you have a compass, or something to tell directions?" The sun wouldn't help because it he couldn't see it, but the time was either dusk or dawn.

"A wagon you say huh..." Xiao muttered as he made her lower her hands. Looking at the so called car with curiosity now, wondering how could it move without anything to pull it. Setting that thought aside once he asked about directions...

Takimg a little momen to think she then suddenly got into a stanse as she slid her left foot across the ground. The rumbling and cracking of concrete could be heard as she moved. Then with a flick of her right hand the concrete ground suddenly turned into a little pedestal with a bowlshaped protrusion. Ripping off a chunk from its side she shaped the manmade rock into a spoon shape, glad it was full of rust from the rebars and placed it in its center before drawing in water as she ripped the moisture straight from the air itself. This time not needimg as much as healing needed she moved the glob of water into the spoon. Its long end lifting up before aligning with the magnetic poles of the world they were on. "might not be mobile but this is what we use on ships in foggy times." Xiao explained as she gave the spoon a little flick and it returned back to pointing at north again.

Alec gave a small nod to Xiao with another wide eyed expression. He was impressed, and also thankful he had someone who could be more creative as an engineer than him for the current predicament. "This is fine." Alec commented, giving her a thumbs up with his right hand. He looked it over, then towards the large buildings; trying to think of what to do. "If that's north, I'm guessing the sun is east," pointing to where the sky got brighter, "so I'm guessing we have an hour to a half hour before it gets dark." Alec figured,, putting his hands on his hips. No way those two should stay out in the dark, even with Xiao's element bending, but the mall wasn't the safest place to spend the night. Suddenly his own idea came up, and quickly he rushed over to one of the less beaten up cars, one that didn't look it died from an explosion. He opened the passenger side door and looked through the glove compartment, as any car would likely have a map.

He had no idea where this mall was or the name to it, didn't even know the name of the city, but one of those cars would surely have a map of the city. The first car had a map, but it looked more like a map of the state than the city. To be sure it, he checked another car, only to find it had the same thing, but no other map. Running, or slightly limping, over to another car not so fucked up, he again checked the glove compartment. With luck, he found a map different to the others, as it was shaped differently and noticed places with subway stations. The map thankfully also had an arrow pointing north on it, and with Xiao's compass, they could figure out which direction north way.

"Alright, I have no idea where we are on this thing, but if we head north, maybe we'll find landmarks that can pinpoint us." He explained to Xiao. "I say we just head north towards those buildings and find someplace for the night."

Xiao gave him a nod and a smile as he examined his surroundings then looked at the compass she made. While he was busy with that she took his map and took a look at it herself. it was so complex so many little things pointed out names of streets landmarks. the city looked gigantic...even bigger than Basingse which was the biggest city in the earth kingdom. Putting the map aside Xiao made a pair of finger guns and gave each a little kiss before slamming them into the concrete and closed her eyes.

As the vibrations from her impact traveled through the earth she began seeing her surroundings in full the streets whats below them and several blocks around them... the biggest shock came from just simply how massive these spires were. nothing back home came even close in comparison to what these things were in size. "Just how many benders did it take to build these massive things..."She muttered, opening her eyes once more and pulling her fingers out of the concrete. Xiao looked at Alec while picking up the map before approaching him.

"I think were in one of these four locations... the surrounding shapes seem similar to whats drawn on the...map." She said as she pointed out four possible locations.

Bobby the Prussian said:

The massive iceburg crushed the damned machine, as shards of ice came flying all around the area. Soap was in cover when that happened, and BJ quickly ducked into the stairway hall when the shards came his and HK's way. What remained once the air had cleared were Nazi's trying to figure out what the hell happened. Not wasting another second, Soap fired back on the disorganized soldiers, while BJ ran towards them. Pulling out a hatchet hanging off the belt of his pants, he struck one in the throat and fired his rifle at the rest.

Redline's sudden rocket out of nowhere helped add to that chaos, as the German vehicles exploded around the soldiers. What once seemed like certain death was now a chance to fight back and perhaps even make it out of this insanity alive..... Hopefully. At least for the ones outside the building, the ones inside might die.

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"I'M KING OF THE WORLD!" Crowed Dresden.

A mean said:

HK-47 immediately saw the incoming Ice Shards and ducked out of the way, re-organising himself to resume fire on the Nazi Soldiers that were in his path. "Observation: It would seem that you meatbags are outmatched both in skill and killing proficiency. Query: Why don't you just surrender now and let us kill you? Statement: I'm sure I'll be able to have much fun drawing information from you." The Assassin Droid exclaimed as he proceeded to spray down the hallway that the Nazi's were positioned in with blaster fire.

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Dresden turned to take in who was talking and his jaw dropped right there. Even through the Winter Mantle, he knew who this was. And through gunfire sprayed and folks fought for their lives, he still found it in him to say the following.

"I know you probably get this a lot, but is Darth Revan a girl or a guy canonically?"

A mean said:

In regards to his "allies" in the room, he simply turned towards them and gave them a statement. "Statement: Friendly fie is possible, and I will not be responsible for your injuries from my killing efficiency. Suggestion: I recommend taking cover and letting me handle them."

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At that in particular, Dresden smiled in a feral manner and jerked a thumb at the incoming, golden huntress.

"You wanna try telling her that?"

Punchy McPunchster said:

"Hey! Since when was I not invited to the party? Wahoo!" Yang dropped in finally, sliding along the ground with her gauntlets primed and ready. Almost on cue, a song would begin to play as the Huntress, Yang Xiao Long made her entrance into the battlefield, sporting a excited grin on her face.

"Alright! Time to kick some ass!" Yang exclaimed as she positioned her Ember Celica's behind her and used them to propel herself towards the soldiers, carefully dodging HK-47's blaster fire and smashing herself right into a line of three soldiers. Once she got up from the launch, she would proceed to punch each one while performing dodges and flips between each soldier as she fought them.

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"Yeeaaah, let her have some fun. Nazi killing is practically a family activity after all."

And then came that sensation again, tugging at his senses and all but indiscernible till now, hyped up on the predatory nature of Winter.

Steely said:

She stopped on her tracks as she spotted two humanoid figures standing on the distance, apparently conversing between themselves. While her attentive nature had her keep her guard up, the knight of Astora sprinted towards the two, only stopping when she had gained some proximity to them. From the looks of it, neither appeared to be hostile, though she preferred to play it safe. Her talisman was slipped into her grasp, pressed against the hilt of her sword, ready to cast miracles should the need arise.

Slowly, Agatha emerged from the piles of debris that surrounded the area, standing before the duo from a certain distance. While she was one to introduce herself often, the dreary atmosphere of this strange place had her dead silent, waiting for any of the two to notice her and take whatever action came first in their minds.

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The wizard stared. Despite the circumstances, he took his time looking her over in confusion before absently activating his shield charm as gunfire rippled off it. Finally, making a barrier of ice for some cover to aid the others in the hall, he spoke awkwardly.

"....Hi."

@Steely @Raynar Saassin (Hope you feel better man.) @Bobby the Prussian

(Timeskip!)

The burning orange sky had become black as night set in. No stars to illuminate the sky, only the fires of burning buildings and streets could give light to the dead city. Power everywhere was gone, and staying outside at night where monsters and demons roam would end badly. The only choice that remained was finding shelter. All the main groups were now joined together, with the Scotsman, Soap, scouting ahead for any dangers. Most of the buildings he came across were too badly wrecked to stay in, with the walls crumbled down and structure barely standing up on its own.

While he searched, the main group were hunkered down in the middle of a street. The only light were some flashlights they had found while exploring, but they tried to remain in darkness so as not to attract any attention from enemies who may be near by. Soap returned not too long after he went out, rushing over to the others. "Up the left side street looks good. There's a bookstore not too badly damaged, we can spend the night there." He told them.

Meanwhile, Xiao and Alec were still heading north. They had found out where they were on the map, somewhere near a market street with shops all around. The building they cam across was big in size and had a lot of food concession stands. It barely looked like any fighting had happened and there would surely be food for them to eat.

The edging below a wall in a room stacked thickly with fiction flipped over. In the bookstore as a quiet leg-wheeled midnight blue AI flipped up the thick wallpaper. The books made good sound isolation and the worthless ones covered the windows. Matching the pattern and damage with modified with flexible currency fibers from the register. It made curtains from unused clothing. Mundi covered the rear doorway to conceal its presence into a maintenance room with its sign removed. It was busily locating raw materials for nanofabrication largely idled after losing the spartan in the field of battle. It couldn't build anything interesting without master but it could make supplies to make things later! The hard currency had some rarer pure materials in it so Mundi found and processed it all. Master will be proud!

Both serviceable and broken tools were broken down into constituent elements and the racks of replacement furnace parts were serviced and installed. The interior wallpaper and small window to the outside replaced in spots with brown reconstituted remnants of the fiction section. Mundi collected actionable intelligence and information the rest was raw material. Beyond the various inert cubes of stable raw materials anyway though Mundi really needed more copper and lead.

At present was concerned with sounds of someone nearby that stopped its activities but sensors didn't detect anyone anymore. It slowly reversed back into its small room while pointed at the ground its glowing flat projectors of nanofabrication hardware. It busily averaged out tracks in the dust its wheeled legs left behind. A small juke of the flat headed bot flipped the heavy curtain up just enough to slide back under.

The faint wrinkles smoothed as Mundi's hands re-anchored the base plate. The base plate flipped back up in place and the bot wheeled back over beside a shining furnace where it was building a small vessel to manufacture water from the water supply. The toolchain was gone here it had to manufacture it from its databanks. It had a pile of worthless cellulose for resources something to do with young people and sundown. Lacking any real utility it took the box of them to make nitrocellulose for bullets. Spartans need lots of bullets!

Cal was busy tweaking his suit. A routine sweep has turn up with reports of damaged sections, despite the lack of real fighting the suit has been since him coming to this world. His helmet was off, once again, and he busied himself with refitting a piece of forearm protector.

Redline had, surprisingly, stayed with them. Every fiber of his being told him to take them all out, to burn the place down, to turn this squatting place into an inferno, but tales of the monstrosities the groups have met - and fought - made Redline uneasy. Suspicious? Definitely. But if the claims are true - and they might as well be, seeing how diverse and powerful these people are - then he doesn't stand a chance being alone, wandering in the dark. Who knows if Batman is here. Or, God forbid, Superman.

Cal finished with the check-ups and re-activated the suit, putting on his helmet and activating the omnivisor. "You lead they way, I guess."

As time passed Xiao got more aclimated to the stange alien like architecture and those cars being pretty much everywhere. The whole city looked like it was raided and every last living thing killed or chased away. Eventually coming up to a fairly large building filled with food that some still looked to be adible Xiao decided to stop here.

"Lets stay here for the night... Il block up the windows" she said pointing at the building with absurdly large windows what were quickly covered up as xiao began earthbemding and pulling up secondary walls and erecting slanted pillars to reinforce the walls. And once they were inside the door was slammed shut by another slab of rock and concrete.

The group was moved into the building, with Soap checking around once more just in case. Everything was still clear, and with that, he pulled up a chair and sat down, exhausted by all the fighting and running around. "A'right, first things first. Names. I'm Soap, Field Commander of the 141." He told everyone, holstering his rifle under his armpit with the strap around his opposite shoulder. He was still going under his code name out of instinct, but also as a precaution.. While his life was saved by some of them, A few were shady looking, and instinctively was hesitant.

"William J. Blazkowicz, soldier for the US Resistance against the Nazi occupation." BJ however had no issues with admitting that, because he already figured out they weren't Nazi's. So that's good.

"Good meeting you William." Soap said, nodding his head. He had plenty of questions as to the Nazi's occupying the United States, but names first before we get to that.


As Xiao boarded up the walls to secure the place, Alec wasn't looking to well. As they were walking, he seemed dizzy and staggered along the streets, with his eyes saggy and blank like he became a zombie. Once they got inside, Alec held onto a cashier counter for balance, looking at Xiao while she worked. Once she finished, he spoke up. "Good job." He complimented, giving her the thumbs up. "I-I-I'm gonna go find a bed, it's a bit la...." As Alec spoke, he walked forwards a few inches, his voice becoming quieter, eventually falling to the floor, landing face first. He was out cold.

With the lack of food and liquid in his body, it's amazing he stayed awake this long.

Agatha silently made her way into the building pointed out by the young woman, examining every soul also present in the ruined interior. Just where had she wound up at? This certainly wasn't her world anymore; years of travelling throughout many lands showed her all sorts of cultures, buildings and peoples still surviving as the fire began to fade, though none of them were even remotely close to this battered city. To top it off, every one she laid her eyes upon appeared to be entirely out of place, save for two men equipped with weaponry vaguely resembling crossbows, albeit slimmer than those. Confused, she kept to herself, sitting down with her back resting against a chipped pillar, Zweihänder set to the side for now.

Her eyes scanned the room for a bonfire, prompting her to sigh in defeat as none were seen. The lack of a returning point should she die left her on edge, her hands gripping at the worn surcoat of her armor tightly. A question came to mind, and she took off her right shoulder plate, moving the chainmail and the leather layers to the side after a few straps were loosened. The Darksign etched on her flesh remained, a bottomless abyss with its constantly flaming rims. She drew in a sharp sign, putting back the armor where it was meant to be. This certainly wasn't going to be an easy trip for her.

While the Undead rested, Kiratta was one of the last to enter the building, jumping in surprise as the entrance was closed shut by... a slab of concrete recently pulled off from the ground. She linked it to the woman gesturing towards the rising earth, though how exactly she managed that was beyond her understanding. Once everyone was settled down, the pilot unzipped the upper half of her flight suit, feeling rather hot after so much running and so much desperate fighting through the ruins of whatever this city was. She made her way to a secluded spot among the other odd ones, leaning against a wall as she took a moment to go over all that had happened so far. It was beyond surreal, specially with those new arrivals. Her arms wrapped around her torso, and she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.

Maybe a bit of peace was all she needed to get her mind back on track.

While Xiao checked if she had sealed the windows up properly from the inside she turned around to see Alec stagger a bit as he muttered something she couldn't understand before falling tot he ground. "Alec!" She called out and rushed to his side before kneeling next to him and shaking him a bit.

No response came from the man as he was out cold, making her even more worried. "Please don't be dead... i just healed you dammit!' She said as she placed a hand upon his chest to feel his heartbeat. Upon feeling a pulse she let out a relieved sigh. "Thank god you're not dead." Xiao grunted out as she hefted the heavy man who's way larger than her. Hitting her heel int the ground again she forced some concrete up to make something similar to a bed but it sure looked uncomfortable but for now she put him on the concrete slab as she headed deeper into the store to find something softer. Finding plastic bags and allot of them she scrunched up a whole bunch of em onto the slab and rolled Alec onto the plastic bags. Still wasn't perfect but at least would be a bit softer.

With the man all sorted out she ventured back into the shop to find something to eat for herself and him. as well as something to burn... Being dressed in just a sandy brown t-shirt that was ripped in some places from her latest training session and sandy brown shorts also ripped with bandages wrapped around her forearms she was getting cold quite quickly and has already resorted to breathing fire upon her hands to keep them warm at least.

Seeing how an effort was being made, Harry moved to a pile of wood scrap, meant for a fire as he announced.

"Harry Dresden."

He knelt to the pile and muttered "flickum bicus".

Fire burst from his hands and soon, a fire had begun as Harry rose up and stretched. A shit eating gripped on his face, he announced.

"And I'm a wizard."

As the noise of voices entered then left the building Mundi went to high alert as all external lighting blinked out of existence. When analysis some minutes later said they sounded more human than creature it reconsidered its options. Quiet wheel-legs roll over to a vent connecting the two rooms, long since repaired, bending down close enough that it could look through peer out to the other side from under from a counter. Sealed furnace room itself devoid of light and connected to the supply room behind the counter. Sensor systems were set to passive as a matter of course but given its MIA situation various protocols had freed up its options. The droid tried to consider the world given this new information but the simplistic AI just wasn't the right kind for all the new information to fit and it knew that quite well.

A bouncing saccharine accent of unclear gender, originally dug out from information archives of wisconsin, came from near the floor near a heat register, "Is someone there? I thought I heard steps! UNSC ONI Clandestine Infrastructure AI Drone, ID [EXPUNGED]. I am called Mundi and I am MIA! Requesting transport to United States Office of Naval Intelligence command personnel. The world has gone and went all wrong! Why is the world wrong? Hello? Is there anyone?"

It made a peace offering to the indistinct human noise by flipping open the register and tossing out a small bottle half-full of sloshing clear water. It wasn't the best tasting though it was potable as Mundi might need it as chemical reactant. Its current presence not wasted as material but more produced in repairing the object that produced it. The nearby HVAC system wasn't so useful for its original purpose but after repairs Mundi had made some minor modifications to run it as an atmospheric water condenser and a cooler to make nitrocellulose. It returned to the HVAC and plugged in a cable to its fusion plant so the bass rumble of the compressor could drive the extraction of more water from the atmosphere. Mundi returned to fabricating the nitric acid vessel.

"They are rage, brutal, without mercy. But you. You will be worse. Rip and tear, until it is done."
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Hell. What a word used so frivolously. What even is Hell? A concept? Something used to scare children into behaving? A generic curse? Are those who have experienced war, loudly declaring to the heavens, "THIS IS HELL!", correct?

From a certain point of view, these could all be correct. However, these points of view are all... ALL SO STUPID!

Hell is a real place, a place where demons reside. Foul beasts of terrible cruelty, monsters that would will eat you up and spit you out just before death to watch you suffer. And humans? Humans had the bright idea to steal energy from them.

Idiots.

Luckily, there was one being that the demons feared, the lone defense against the hordes of the damned. The one thing that give monsters nightmare. One being, for he certainly could hardly be called a man anymore, to keep them in line.

Clad in green armor, carrying a shit ton of weapons and ammo, there is the Doom Marine (often referred to as Doomguy) This moniker given to him due to the FACT that if he decided to kill you, you were already doomed.

There he was, in the pits of hell, killing demons left and right. Any in his site were eliminated in swiftly and brutally. They did not deserve his mercy. He never had any to begin with.

Boom, boom, bang! The vile vermin's attempts to fight back only amused him. He could kill them forever, he WOULD kill them forever. He was their apocalypse! He was-

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Where was he? He was just killing another demon? Why had the carnage STOPPED?

The marine looked around. He blinked in disbelief. Disbelief made him angry. Why the hell was he not in Hell?!? He knew he wasn't, the demonic presence that he had become accustomed too was missing!

Someone, or something, had caused him to suddenly Hell.

He silently made a note to shoot the fucker who did such.

Now why was he here?

A quick look around revealed to what appeared to a city on Earth, but it was far to old. The architecture had none of the telltale technology he knew. On the bright side, a lot of it was already half destroyed, so he didn't need bother blowing up these pathetic excuses for buildings. Actually screw that, he would probably blow one up anyway, because he REALLY needed something senseless like that after being denied the chance to kill more demon fucks!

Now, what to do n-

"Drop your weapons and put your hands up over your head!" ordered a voice from behind the marine. He turned his head ever so slightly. Some idiot was pointing a gun at him, and behind him were several others. When did they get there? Stupid question, doesn't matter. They were also wearing no combat armor. Dumb asses.

He turned around, no intention of parting with his weapons.

He now noted they were all pointing guns at him, and they were all guns from the 20th century. Did they want to die?

"Drop your guns now in the name of the fuhrer!"

The fuck? Fuhrer? Wait... Is that a fucking SWASTIKA?

These bastards were Nazis!

Well, looks like he found his new target, and a enjoyable one at that. Among the list of things is liked killing, Nazis rank third. The first are demons for obvious reasons, and the second are people who try and take his guns away.

He was going to have fun.

In a quick movement, his shotgun was raised, and he fired a single shot, causing the head of the idiot Nazi who had the bright idea of ordering him around to explode. This caused a monet of shock and panic, allowing him to charge it, shooting another, then taking the but of his gun and smashing it into the face of another.

This was not very silent, and and any who were in the general vicinity knew at the very least there was conflict. Soon, all nearby Nazis converged onto his location, and he killed them happily.

He was always on the move, firing away with deadly precision. Their screams filled the air, and the ground being soaked in their blood and gore. When he ran out of ammo, he resorted to melee. He grabbed their heads, slamming them to the ground, making them splatter open like a bloody watermelon. He broke spines, crushed windpipes, and even managed to tear limbs off. He also grabbed knives and grenades off of them, continuing his deadly dance of death and destruction.

Hahahahahahaha! Open season was in full swing!

First, make the bullets float.

Craig concentrated, and soon enough the 8.5x50mm bullets were hovering in mid-air, trembling uncertainly at first, but steadying themselves after a bit.

Second, make the magazine float.

The magazine achieved liftoff even faster.

Third, load the floating bullets into the floating magazine.

The bullets flew downwards, pressing themselves into the open top of the magazine. Soon, all the rounds were in, and the mag quivered as f it had a mind of its own.

Four -

A bright flash of neon green.

- what the fuck?

Craig blinked. He was no longer standing in the Netural training pit; instead, around him was a desolate city, burned, exploded, toppled... Craig shuddered, the war still fresh in his mind.

Clack. The magazine dropped to the ground, no longer defying the laws of physics. Craig summoned it to his hand, examined it, and took the DMR from his back. He pushed in the magazine, hearing a satisfying click, and pulled back the bolt to chamber one bullet. Aided by his exo, he jumped up two stories and surveyed the area around him from the vantage point.

Gunfire. Definitely gunfire, coming from the north. Craig dropped to one knee and activated the telescopic function on his helmet, zooming in a hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters...

There. One guy in what seemed to be a set of powered armour fighting... is that a Swastika? That's a Swastika alright, and it ain't the good one. As Craig watched, the man in the armour displayed superhuman strength and agility - and very much superhuman violence. But considering that this is Nazis he's fighting, Craig figured that there's a good reason.

He got to work. Pulling open his tactical vest, he took out a few optics and attached them to his gun, along with an underbarrel grenade launcher and two suppressors. Even after he was done - which was still considerably fast - the man in the armour was still shooting away, and... did he just rip out the guy's head?

Craig winced, but still ran towards him, assault rifle in hand.

@FadedAlphabet