Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City: Hagan Avenue

as written by Lobos

The new arrivals complicated matters significantly, as the jagged form of one of the alien craft cut the sky near overhead, shapes descending from its underbelly.

The first of these slammed down on the rooftops on one side of the avenue, curled to brace against the impact, then lifting on double jointed legs. Roughly human in size, the alien figures moved with surprising grace, their armored shells shrugging off the impact debris with contempt, featureless heads swiveling around. More arrivals slammed down to the streets below, kicking up shattered pieces of the street and sidewalks as they blasted small impact craters beneath their feet. One after another, twice at once, thrice at once. The numbers kept rising, first a dozen, then two, then four.

When the rain of forms ceased, there were eight dozen of the unknown entities. Unknown quickly became evident of armed, as panels on the forearms opened, the barrels of unknown weaponry extruding. On those mounted on the rooftop, this included long cannons that rose from one shoulder, to then descend to face forward.

Silence initially heralded their arrival.
 
as written by Lobos

"Fire incom-!" The speaker never finished, as the new arrivals interposed themselves between most of the shots from the Reverence, mouths gaping in incomprehension as they looked skyward.

"Eyes forward, boys and girls. Marking marines heading our way." The staff sergeant growled over the vox. Settling his own aim on his sixer rifle, he kept the crosshairs panning over a squad, hunting the other squad leader. A boom overhead caused him to jump, the unexpected noise jarring the sight and making him look up. Movement flashed, drawing his eyes forward and down. "What the fuck? Someone, what are we seeing?"

"Something Sarge, don't know."
"They're falling down around us!"
"Facing the landing parties. Do we engage?"

"Neg neg neg. Leave them alone, stay in place but defensive!" Barking over the teamnet, Curtis frowned. This was starting to get weird.

"Engage if engaged, but stand off."
 
as written by barney_fife

"Terran Forces you are ordered to throw down your weapons and surrender! Resistance will mean death! Do not resist us! Come out of hiding and surrender! You will be given a hot meal and medical attention! See your children learn grow and prosper! Do not risk your life and that of your comrade!" Were the words of a loudspeaker that droned on outside, while Imperial Marines moved into the buildings.

Those on the ground watched the Drones unfurl and prepare their offensive. Signals were given and the Marines positioned themselves down and around the Gravity lift. At this moment the Reverence II above began to fire again, sustaining it's fire while Harbinger Gunships made strafing runs at the Drones on the rooftops.

"We have orders to engage those on the roof! Don't worry about the Terrans!"

Almost in sync with the Reverence above, the Marines in the prefabricated base opened fire from their fortified positions, sending streaks of green up at the drones, while a Myrmidon Tank that had recently deployed traversed it's turret, and unleashed a one-two punch of 180mm slugs of Plutonium towards the nearest rooftop.

The Terrans didn't fare much better, as a Marine Rifleman on an adjacent rooftop began taking shots with his Disruptor rifle at the Terrans, sending streaks of green downrange.

The Cacophony of combat droned over the Loudspeaker that demanded the Terrans Surrender.
 
as written by Corruption

"The word is dead and enchants no more. The brief reprieve granted to existence has ended with the negligence of humanity, caused by malignant actions and virulent behaviors. Such pestilential composites cannot exist within bucolic enclosure. Suffering and despair defines them; they worship Azrael, Simikiel, Azathoth, and bring the flesh of self, brethren, and heretic to them as offerings... I am the great devourer..."

Hollow utterances spawned forth and seized release from the wretched Eidolon to expound across the Exo̱teriká Ória. Those calamitous syllables intertwined in orgy and echoed across the transmundane firmament and into the accursed Halls of Eblis, reverberating into a deafening crescendo that disturbed the monolithic Nephilim cursed with Atlas' burden of carrying the innumerable spheres which each held within a realm of existence. Banished for their impious rebellion, these monumental Titans wander here for time immemorial, guarding the very realms which they sought to molest eons ago. Mercy and pity were abandoned. Maleficus would grant none to these celestial machina. They, much like the subjects of their perversion, were liken to maggots. They consume the abhorrent excrement for sustenance and languidly drag themselves to and fro through the repulsive filth and into the abominate cesspool of existence. These disgusting larva mature into repugnant creations who keep to their malodorous vices of gorging on noxious defecation.

Within the globe atop the closest of these colossi exciting phenomenon attracted the attention of the creature and compelled the execution of actions in expeditious form and of minute precision. Surges of corporeal displacement arced like galvanic charges across the celestial strobe, bending the empyrean curvature and tearing the divine weavings which comprised the hallowed enclosure, causing things once trapped, or secured, within to be cast headlong from it and allowing other things once exiled to return. Asteroids, stars, whole solar systems were launched haphazardly into the infinite and collided amidst one another within a cacophony of destruction. Though glorious it was, sentient things of varying diabolical nature sought access into the spastic sphere and moved with lethal purpose to seize it. The Great Devourer responded first, launching himself from atop a jagged isle suspended above the infernal pit below and sending his considerably smaller form careening across the expanse which separated himself from the guardian of this particular verse. The monstrosity abandoned it's own venture to stop that of this felled entity by stretching massive claws outward to grasp something that seemed comparable to a grain of salt, yet held the destructive properties of a supernova. Before claiming what it believed to be it's prey a rift opened and swallowed the great arm and half the behemoth's head before shutting abruptly, severing both from the rest of the body and leaving a damaged and disoriented Titan doubling over in agony.

Were there time to savor such anguished cries the Endless One would have stayed to taste of the fruit despair. Powerful strides launched Him forward, upward, through the nasal cavity of the damaged Titan and out of the gaping chasm which remained in the wake of it's agony. Corporeal form gave way to ethereal essence which assaulted the crevices of this realm's tapestry, burrowing through the dense edges of existence and into the open embrace of the vast cosmos. Once inside the corrupted celestial hurled itself across the galaxy, skipping across distant moons and barren worlds before homing in on its predestined target. Consumed in radiant variegation and infernal ambience, the monster careened toward Terra, seeking to rip and tear through earthy cavities and embed itself within her womb. Like lightning it fell through the orchestra of chaos which performed in the heavens above the planet, disregarding the playthings of men and metal alike, and plummeted a cocoon of abominable origin. The clouds above would suddenly dip into a spiral above the city before birthing violet illumination from it's center descending with incredible speed. As if the calm before the storm, a silence swept over the area, broken only by the vehement convulsions brought on by the devastating impact of the light crashing into the city.
 
as written by Lobos

The firing seemed to be a catalyst, the initial volley pushing the automatons into motion as those on the ground surged forward, the rooftop machine ducking to return fire. Their weapons unleashed streaking beams of jade light, initially seeming as though a laser, yet not. No devastating energies burned and spat at their targets, nor did particles flow through the beams to batter and break. Instead, a bizarre magnetic field of obscene power fluxed within the churning confines of the beams, a draw that shredded the molecular bonds of the structure of whatever they struck, drawing the individual atoms of the targets back down the length of the beam into the weapon. And they did it with appalling swiftness, misses born of sudden reactions flensing concrete, steel, and other structural materials at rates of feet per second of flayed atoms. Indeed, it seemed that material durability meant nothing to the greenish lances emanating from their guns. Nothing at all.

The flayers were also employed on the gunships harassing the rooftop units, lightspeed streaks of jade targetin cockpits, engines, and guns.

Those struck by disruptor bolts staggered, but then surged forward anew, their chassis glowing dull orange as the impressive thermal resiliency of their construction thwarted single, even double strikes in the same location. A rooftop drone caught three bolts to the abdominal plates, a pitched electronic keening sounding as its core frontal supports evaporated in a metallic boil, small secondary explosions occuring from the mechanoid as it slumped below the roofline. A moment later, however, it propped itself back over the berm, returning fire again.

The rooftop droids added 20mm hypervelocity fire to the return salvos, targeting for soldiers dipping behind the cover offered by the mobile fort, spitting armor piercing depleted uranium penetrators at speeds exceeding Mach 10. Cut down as a portion of the roof erupted from the tank's cannon, a flurry of launches from two dozen of the drones sent 50mm missiles riding skyward, rapidly spiraling into the sky to a height of 3000 feet before turning about and rocketing downwards toward the top of the Myrmidon on thrusts delivered by an onboard reactionless drive, to deliver devastating advanced HEAT warheads to what on most tanks was the thinnest portion of armor.

The advancing mechanical soldiers strafed the lift's upper edges with flayer fire, adding in launches of 10mm rockets over the edge, radio triggering the variable trigger fragmentation warheads in the open air over the top for maximum devastating effect. Their goal was readily apparent as they angled for the lift itself.

They intended to board.

Those on the roofs were providing merely blanketing fire, as well as focused takedown fire at Aschen soldiers caught outside of the lift's protection.
 
as written by Lobos

The sudden fired volley from the Aschen drew dozens of sharp, short curse from the TAF soldiers dug into the buildings, ducking behind walls to evade the flurry of disruptor fire, as the sounds of doors crashing in below them made themselves heard. Sergeant Curtis swore again, then paused as order's sounded in his ear via his comm. Using the tac-channel, he barked himself.

"New orders, secure assets and establish defensible positions. We're pulling out of this damn firetrap, boys and girls!"

Tech Con prisoners with the advance cordon guard were secured as Guardian squads covered the lower level stairwells, the teams pulling out of the upper floors, moving across them away from Hagan Avenue. Several soldiers had taken enemy fire as they withdrew from the forward elements, a squad killed as a tank unleashed its wrath into the unknown combatants on the roof, their placement one of bad luck.
 
as written by barney_fife

As the forces encroached on the landing pad, the group of Marines continued to press fire, as the jade beams struck and lensed the Kanvium redoubts of the deploy-able cover, the men armed with the plasma cannons continued to return fire, though with multiple weapons hits required to fell these strange constructs, and even when they seemed to be disabled they continued to get up and try and fire towards the pinned Marines.

Inside the Center of the prefabricated base, a group of Marines and a pair of Special Forces were going over a map of the Tech Con quarter. "Obejctive Alpha is in that laboratory, we need to get in and secure the objective, Objectives Beta and Constellation are located in the Tech Con HQ, in the research wing, Objective Delta is located in the Mining Annex. We cannot allow these objectives to fall into either Celion or TNG hands!" He called out, while the rest of the men nodded. "We'll advance to the Laboratory."

The group of men suddenly ducked as explosives went off overhead, shrapnel raining down and flaring on the redoubt's dome shields, which flashed a milky white.

It all seemed to be favoring Excelion, until out of nowhere explosive shells began to rain down the encroaching machine forces, incoming mortar fire from another neighborhood in the city. Tech Con mercenaries came careening out from a nearby side street, peppering the machine infantry with 20mm slugs from a fuel rod autocannon. Tires screeching on ruined pavement.

"Third Brigade is offering mortar fire!" A Marine corporal shouted.

Another building also took a hit, a second Myrmidon tank down the street opening fire. Though the first one had been taken out by the Flurry of missiles, repelling dozens of them with shields and armor before finally being overwhelmed.

The Second Myrmidon came to a stop, before levying another one-two punch at another group of Rooftop droids.

It was at this time more Reinforcements were dropped from the lift, brilliant purple streaks of Polaron energy accompanied the Disruptor bolts from a platoon of Marines armed with the new Cuirasse exoskeleton, Flayer beams would have to negotiate personal shields, as well as thicker, denser armor as a company of thirty heavy power armored troopers also joined the fray. Checking their weapons, they moved to gun down the incoming Machine infantry with rounds fired from special Hybrid Magnetron Heavy Rifles, These weapons fired a 20mm self-propelled projectile that carried a tungsten penetrator, and was designed to detonate in a powerful explosive a split second after impact.

Flayer beams impacted shields violently, threatening to rend the atoms of the thick Kanvium plating of these massive power armored Marines, who advanced on the approaching Machines, while one of them called out.

"Show me what amounts for fury amongst your misbegotten kind!" He screamed, before he lunged at a group of machine Infantry, armed with a Heavy Magnetron pistol, and a large chainsaw like sword. With the arrival of these new Marines, the Imperial Marines began to cheer.

"The Adepts of War have arrived!" They called out, over the cacophony of weapons fire.
 
as written by Ronin

In the streets of Hagan Avenue, three armies fought for very different reasons. The Aschen, to preserve their secrets. The Terrans, to preserve their people. Celion ...

Amidst the battle, a star shone above the haze of smoke and ash. The light glimmered above the city, watching, observing, before it fell. Fell through the choking clouds of ozone and firesmoke - through the screams of the dying, the rage of war - into Hagan Avenue.

Commander Amadi Lagbara slammed into the street on a knee and a fist, energy cackling off his power armor as he rose.

"TAF Forces," he commed into the Terran line, "this is Commander Amadi Lagbara. I've been sent to assist you. Clear out the prisoners and evacuate the remaining civilians in the area. I will provide cover."

His visor slowly turned towards the entity that had up to this point been ignored by the surrounded forces - the cocoon of foul energies, writhing in a pit in the asphalt. The light was just leaving it, and the Terran warrior raised his sixer warily.

"Does anyone have eyes on this?" he commed again, "is this thing with the Aschen or the machines?"
 
as written by Lobos

Cold precision marked the onslaught of the machines, flayers venting captured loads before returning to the firing, the advance seeming inexorable, unstoppable. Until the reinforcements arrived, tipping the balance. Rounds raked across the lines, those striking solid plates staggering and knocking aside the drones, while those that found joints and seams in the machines' armor drew damage, mangled limbs, portions of their forms blown off, reducing their combat effectiveness.

The charging marine was met with cold economical silence, small beads slinging forward through the air as though projectiles, yet halting and curving along paths. Attached to the mechanoids arms, they heralded monomolecular nanothreads, wires that could slice nearly any armor by slipping between the bonds between the target molecules and taking the magnetic charge. Flayers fired into him at point blank range, a half dozen in total, with an equal number of wires cutting for his body. So close, the machines' very chests spat hypervelocity sprays of split metal, integrated scatterguns vomiting.

Consensus was gathered via tactical emissions of rapid binary. Resistance mounting, the objectives that lay on the other side of the lift were rapidly losing estimated chances to secure. Summons were issued, a nearly inaudible thrum in the air as the aerial drones of Excelion's forces involved themselves.

The reactionless drives of the drone fighters generated a plethora of infrasound, low-frequency sonic waves that could send waves of nausea through organic species when close enough, and those that strafed down the avenue, a wing of three, passed a scant fifty feet over the ground. The bolts that spat from under their wings carried the same jade hue as the flayers, bursts of electromagnetic fields that could nullify molecular bonds within a five foot radius of their detonations, chewing lines in the road and across scattered vehicles as they swept over the Aschen positions. Missiles leaped forward off of the undersides of wings, propelled on their drives to fall upon groups of soldiers, erupting in monstrous blasts as their warheads detonated, another targeting the second Myrmidon near the base of its tracks. A mere six seconds, and the fliers peeled away.

The assaulting machines used the opportunity to check their advance, withdrawing from the lift to positions among the wrecked vehicles and building to continue their enfilade on the Aschen, those too damaged to continue settling into a seeming shutdown state. In truth, most functions of these devastated droids ceased, back-ups of intelligence matrixes deployed into the machine network, and what remained was the priming of internal self-destruct devices, tied to a proximity sensor.

The capture of Aschen technologies was deemed not worth the potential risk of exposing their own.
 
as written by barney_fife

"They're falling back! Press the attack!" A marine sergeant shouted, right as a group of Flyers swooped over, and dropped their ordinance on a group of Adepts, the missiles enveloping the power armored hulks in a violent explosion. They however managed to weather the incoming fire, and emerged from the dust even angrier than before.

"Purge the alien!" One of them screamed, before unleashing a flurry of Heavy Magnetron fire into a retreating walker.

The Myrmidon bucked, and the incoming missile fire flared angrily on it's shields, enveloping it in an explosion. Having impacted the ground by it's tracks, shrapnel impacted the shields and Kanvium armor, the tank's tracks were blown apart, but the tank itself had managed to survive.

It survived long enough to fire into a position of Machines in cover, another One-two punch with it's Fuel rod cannons.

Others were not so lucky, a few of the Adepts had taken flayer fire, their armor shredded and their bodies wounded, laying in a pool of blood and shrapnel. Some ground infantry had also been caught by strafing runs, as did a Tech Con Technical.

As the Flyers peeled off, a Tech Con mercenary in a Window unleashed a Vindicator SAM towards one of the flyers, the missile screaming towards it at impossible speeds.

Amadi was also not spared the attraction of the Aschen. As he landed before the strange festering cocoon, a War adept, towering at 12 feet, and easily weighing in at five tons stared down at Amadi through the intimidating skull like edifice of his helmet. He raised his Heavy magnetron and barked.

"You do not belong here! Leave or be purged!" The towering behemoth bellowed, discharging a 20mm explosive self propelled magnetron slug with an audible 'thoom' towards Amadi, the Tungsten tipped explosive bolt surged fourth at hypersonic velocities, and would explode a split second after impact. If the Armor somehow managed to stop this obscenely powerful weapon, the Terran would likely inevitably be knocked back several feet, and the sheer kinetic energy would have liquefied his insides, or at the very least broken several ribs.

Meanwhile the remaining Marines and Adepts in the Gravity lift continued to fire up into the retreating machines, Disruptor fire, and Heavy Magnetron alike barking in unison, sending ordinance up and at the ground units. There was enough sustained fire that Hard plates could be compromised, Joints were rend asunder, and machines knocked to the ground.

"We need to push to the lab! We have to secure those artifacts!" Another Sergeant called out, directing his squad down several streets, under covering fire from the Adepts. They made a run towards a Tech Con lab at the end of the street.
 
as written by Lobos

Lines being chewed by heavy fire from the bolstered forces, the collective mechanoids in this portion of the city stubbornly continued to vent return fury into the Aschen positions, holding nothing back. VLF missiles rose in the dozens to ascend, then drop over their positions, concussion and fragmentation tipped rockets spiraled out of the numerous positions to strafe across the lift and soldiers. Flayer fire and light gauss cannons sent jade beams and howling slugs downrange, yet the numbers were dwindling steadily as casualties took its toll on the entrenched machines. Approaching soldiers ran the risk of drawing near the downed droids, triggering their dead-hand implosion devices to consume 3 meter spheres around them, leaving naught but ash and fragments of charred and twisted metal and debris.
 
as written by Corruption

Explosions riddled the vicinity with their violent lullabies while plasmic bolts were let loose with lethal purpose. The dance of war continued in disastrous harmony among the streets and alley ways of Westeria, oblivious to the gift of ruin which had been delivered unto them by the malicious powers that be. They who disguised themselves as pious entities of divinity, shaping the tapestry of existence with wild abandon, had forsaken the creation pilfered from the sleeping Great Old Ones to a fate absent of hope. There would be no end; only anguished enclosure perpetuated by countless agonies awaiting those who this day dared draw undeserving breath.

"...Promise me that you will grow the world dark, and that you will have no hope... The lament is the desolation of the man who robs himself, who screams and murders his child inside his fallen tear... I am the god of the tear and desolation..."

Crevices were birthed along the dreaded cocoon which up to this point had remained in a state of dormancy, seemingly unaffected by the war zone around it. Like cancer the splits continued to form across the hellish composition of this foreign object, the pressure within forcing the creation of blisters and blemishes that threatened to erupt and spew it's virulent contents to and fro along the battlefield. Were the perceptions of sentience cast upon the infernal ovum, faulty inferences would surely be drawn on whether what was actually being observed within it was truth to the eye or merely a deception of the mind. Swaddled in flesh and cruor, ghastly appendages anxiously writhed beneath the glossy exterior which contained them, aching for the release they demanded.

Almost instantly did a septic ulcer appear between the strained edges of one fracture, sending forth a mighty gale and venomous haze from the orifice which held within a slight corrosive quality that licked at the compositions of various elements. It granted the accompanying lethal fetor the freedom of rampancy across the area, the stench eager to cull those who suffered it's ruinous inhalation into asphyxiation.

This ghastly cloud expounded outward as the cocoon spread apart completely, releasing from it's womb a series of chthonian influences to assault the boundaries that separated flesh from consciousness. A natural aversion was present similar to the anxiety of staring into a desolate pit and feeling the eyes of an untold horror staring back, or the presence of foreboding when sensing an unseen apparition tickling your neck in an empty room. Abruptly a tower was cast from the bud many times the size of it's previous compartment. It sought to taint the heavens before ceasing in growth, it's enormity comparable to the structures which surrounded it.

To describe what came from that demonic egg takes a mind which has glimpsed the unspoken sights born from beneath the nether and has collapsed into madness. Suffice it to say, the monstrosity which now shadowed the battlefield had taken up the width of the street and then some, it's massive form collapsing the concrete of nearby buildings inward. It was an amalgam of hellish nightmare, a writhing bulbous cacophony of dread. It was a combination of physical and ethereal material, each giving way to the other without any consistent pattern. Three colossal stalks of varying sizes supported the bulk of it's body which seemed entirely comprised of severed swaths of lavender jelly-flesh and serpentine tentacles both wound about and writhing against each other. Large obsidian bulbs half transfigured into eyes littered this abomination in no sensible format and changed positions with each minor movement the collective made. It was similar for the countless orifices filled to the brim with gnashing mandibles scattered throughout the creature. The image crescendos with the likeness of a half deformed face present toward it's uppermost section, complete with the largest of all the eyes and widest of all the mouths, each gnarled into obscurity to all those except the utterly insane.

Then came the deep, raucous utterances birthed from nothing which could exist in the mortal realm for such acoustic perversions spoke more to the viscera of the spirit than to any ear. It was deep, vibrating the ground with deafening timbre, and was 'spoken' in a language which had been dead to sentience for countless millennia. But this was quickly overshadowed by the ear shattering roar which had burst forth from every mouth this horror possessed, the force of which reverberating across the air itself and causing glass to burst and scatter for several blocks around. Doom had only just arrived, and it wanted the cosmos itself to fear it's arrival.
 
as written by Ronin

The blast connected, though it did little more than stagger him a couple feet. Ten tons of solid metal was not so easily moved, nor were his shields and armor so easily destroyed. The kinetic force absorbed into his nanofoam and the explosion rippled across his shields and pinged against impervium plates.

Turning, the commander locked onto the Adept. A mental command triggered the ANDEE's power reserves and the TAF warrior would disappear before the Aschen's eyes, reappearing in single a blink to the side of the Adept, his arm already halfway through the motion of sending a hyperaccelerated fist into the soldier's head. He struck with enough force to puncture the hull of a battle frigate, attempting to spear his arm into the soldier's cranium and liquefy his brain.

Lagbara hit the ground on a knee, slinging his rifle around as he prepared to confront more foes ... before the abomination at the center of the street erupted. The trooper reeled backwards, the cloud sweeping past him and coating his armor in the putrid fumes.

"What the hell..." the trooper growled, eyes widening as he watched a tower of indescribable substance literally rise from the asphalt - a monolith of chaos and doom. Gelatinous boils erupted off of its sickly trunk, tendrils of lavender shadow whipping through the air. The TETRS trooper quickly took flight, attempting to put some distance between himself and the monster as it quickly grew to consume most of the street.

"All allied forces," Amadi quickly patched into a host of friendly commlinks, "this is Commander Amadi Lagbara, we need assistance in Hagan Avenue immediately. An otherworldly..." he growled. "...thing... has just sprouted up and taken root." He shouldered his rifle and drew his slideblade, scanning the tower for a weak point. His scouters worked to register the amount of energy seething off of the creature.
 
as written by Lobos

"Negative Amadi, orders are to extract VIPs and exfil the combat zone." Staff Sergeant Curtis responded to the hail, then killed his mike and cursed. Switching to team net, he queried each unit pulling out, checking statuses.

"Clear to next street, moving on."
"Almost on the ground..."
"Checking far side structures, looks clear sarge."
"Vips breathing here, we're alright."

And so on, the positive feedback drawing an appreciative response from the soldier, even as he clipped to a rappel line himself to leave his building. No talk of re-entering the crazed combat zone on the other side of the walls between them and Hagan Avenue, which lifted his mood as he started down the line to the street below, glancing to see teams all along the edge moving captured personnel after them.
 
as written by Lobos

Pausing to listen to incoming orders, the Staff Sergeant’s eyes widened a moment. Checking the list of prisoners in the custody of his unit, he nodded to himself a moment, before advancing through his teams, joining with the soldiers escorting Callandra Henderson.

“Joining your squad for now. New orders from up top.” Switching to the tactical channel, Novac continued. “Alright people, we’re extracting VIPs and civvies from the city. I’ll work on getting us an exfil in a safe zone, you just keep the VIPs safe and moving.”

Shifting back onto a command channel, Sergeant Curtis started calling for an exfiltration point, relaying only the general area as a guideline.
 
as written by barney_fife

As Aschen forces continued to move out, a group of Marines managed to clear the Tech Con EnPro Laboratory, a squad of six men emerged with a large flatbed truck. A Massive alien device sitting on the flatbed.

"We have secured Package Alpha, we're Exfiling to the Gravity lift. ETA One Millicenton."

"Acknowledged Team Alpha, Teams Beta, Gamma, and Delta report." Admiral Grayson ordered.

"Team Beta, we're in Research, We found the Storage section... Found the ZPMs, we're securing them now..."

"Team Gamma, we're in Archaeology, we've located the Calibration Array, requesting a Condor to help lift it out, it's too big for us to carry."

"This is Team Delta, we've located the phased induction core. We're going to need some heavy equipment to secure it."
 
as written by Lobos

"Hold." A raised fist, and the squad around him fell to a stop, glancing to him. He hardly noticed as three words came over his comm.

"Execute authority given."

Duty was a terrible thing at times, a force that transcended personal feelings, that transcended wants. It was the need, the choice to follow the proscribed strictures of the organization. Curtis Novac took no pleasure in killing, but he stood by his orders.

"Soldiers. What you will now see is simple."

In one smooth movement, the Staff Sergeant drew his sidearm and fired it into Callandra Henderson's head, at the range a miss virtually impossible, restrained as she was, evasion similarly so. The 10mm round was a frangible expansion variety, cold-welded fractures splitting as the bullet hit the woman between the eyes, the four segments flattening and spiraling paths of horrendous damage through the front of the skull, passing through the brain, and then erupting from the back of her head in a spray of blood, cranial tissue, and bone.

"It is duty. Leave the corpse, continue with the exfiltration." Slowly the squad around him moved to comply, each helmet holding the faceplate of his own firmly in regard before turning away. His own face stared impassively down at the woman, marking the trickle the entrance wound bled, studying the emptiness of lifeless eyes. A single quiver of his hand, the faintest shake of the barrel before he holstered the gun. Glancing once at the wall behind the woman, he killed his comm and swore.

Then he turned and followed his fellow soldiers, contacting them with words of encouragement and urging them to move faster. Coordinating his unit's extraction, as calmly as ever.
 
as written by barney_fife

The Sojourner had arrived a split second too late. Flashing in roughly 500 meters above Hagan Avenue, the sleek and curvy Intrepid Class Cruiser swooped in, while Commander Caraway turned to his Lieutenant.

"Lock onto Callandra's Subspace Transponder and beam her directly to Sickbay."

"I've got a transporter lock." Lieutenant Talok reported.

"Energize." Caraway ordered. And the lifeless corpse of Callandra Henderson vanished in a brilliant flash of light, right before whatever Marines had remained behind.

"Confirmed the body is in Sickbay, medical staff is working to stabilize the rate of decomposition." Lieutenant Talok reported.

"Target all four critical packages, beam them directly to Cargo Bay Alpha." Caraway ordered, and like Captain Henderson, the artifacts the Aschen had worked to secure vanished in a flash of white light right before their eyes.

"Cargo is secure." Talok reported.

As the Intrepid class ship passed over Hagan avenue, with now Henderson and the precious Packages onboard, Caraway nodded to Talok.

"Signal the Emperor that all precious cargo is secure, and he is go to initiate Exterminatus. Mr. Talok, get us out of here."

"Acknowledged, Commander."

And as the Intrepid Class ship passed to the other end of Hagan Avenue, it vanished in a flash of light, and a sonic boom.
 
as written by Tiko

Much of Hagan Avenue stood largely barren of life with bits of trash blowing through the once impressive street. The buildings had been stripped out, both of people, resources, and records - those that hadn't been simply destroyed anyways. The TNG had opted against taking further legal action against the company in favor of simply removing its presence from their lands. The buildings had largely been stripped by Tech Con employees themselves, prior to their departure, and all that remained was the empty shells - a reminder of what had transpired. Many of the buildings had already been graffitied, or vandalized.

A small military presence remained within the private tech con space port, for the few stragglers still clearing out of the city - but most of the remaining evacuation traffic was being funneled through the much larger ports within Azure Heights, New Caprica, and Colcord Point. They would be remaining only a day more though, before they too were gone from Hagan Avenue.

The nearby neighborhood of Little Tauron remained largely untouched though. As one of the less favorable neighborhoods within the city, it was largely being left to its own devices for those who chose to remain within it.
 
as written by Saarai

A sewer grate opened up in the middle of the street, a black clad and armored man climbing out. He wore a ski mask over his head, his assault rifle hanging from his body as he took up a crouched position a little bit down the street. Out of the sewer came several more similarly dressed men and women.

They all moved towards the first man, stacking up behind him with their weapons ready. A quick tap on the first man's shoulder sent him jogging forward up Hagan Avenue, the rest of the team following his lead.

They were fast approaching the Tech Con Headquarters, that was their target destination. At least for now.

The mission always changed in the field.
 
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