Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City

as written by Tiko

Meanwhile overhead the gathering storm grew in fervor as the thick blackening clouds blotted out the sun and cast the city in shadow before the heavens themselves seemed to open up in the form of a torrential downpour. The storm had come on with an unnatural fury as sheets of water pounded the pavement of the city and drumming against the hull of the Trireme.
 
as written by Script

"I copy, captain! Moving to support now!" Aiedail replied as the Tech Con jets moved away. She launched herself once more after Butcher, gaining on him rapidly despite his swift flight, as yet more figures engaged the creature.

She noted the fall of the second dragon with concern, but engaged as she was, didn't want to waste resources on running it through her databanks for potential identification.
 
as written by Tiko

While many sought to clear the streets in the wake of the situation unfolding, for some that was not so easily accomplished. Coiled within a dank alley, the large sinuous form of Tamotsu would find no shelter within the buildings that surrounded it. Overhead a fire raged in an abandoned warehouse where one of Butcher's fireballs had struck, and the hot embers rained down to nestle within his mane.

The downpour of rain put out the embers before they could catch flame, but it would take more than the storm overhead to quell the fires that engulfed several buildings.

Thick trails of smoke began to coil through the alley, causing Tamotsu to cough hoarsely as he backed in deeper. Overhead the sky offered the promise of safety from the fire... but he had seen The Butcher pass overhead and instinct told him to keep to the ground.

As a wooden beam within the warehouse snapped and caused one corner of the structure to collapse, Tamotsu's nerve broke.

Uncoiling like a serpent, Tamotsu made a break for the skies overhead. He moved swiftly, his heart racing with panic, but the young dragon scarcely cleared the skyline before a lance of green from the Stormbringers struck it down without mercy.
 
as written by Architect

"Hey what the hell are you focusing on!? Ignore that weirdo and get the feed on that damn dragon! I'm not dodging rockets for you to play tourist!"

Geoff Hewie yanked back on the yoke to pull the nose of the helicopter up slightly, attempting to gain a little more altitude. It was hard enough to fly through the city of skyscrapers during a normal police pursuit, but this, this was damn war zone. He could hear the panicked breaths of the reporter through his headset, and he gave her a quick slap upside the head. "We ain't just here to gawk girl, start broadcasting!" She nodded and took a deep breath before speaking into her microphone.

"This is Lisa Martinelli with VOX Valore news coming to you live from the VOX Sky Eyes chopper. Downtown Westeria is in absolute chaos as what seems to be a dragon is rampaging through the city. As if that wasn't terrible enough it looks like mercenaries from the infamous Tech Con Corporation are hot on it's tail and trying to subdue the beast. There's already been one casualty, a larger dragon was caught in the crossfire and is now currently blocking most of Hagan avenue. There is assumed to be thousands of dollars in property damages. It is an absolute war zone here in the city. Just moments ago what looked to be like a missile impacted the Headquarters building for the NPA, you can see the damage the explosion caused, it's a wonder the building is still standing. We advise all of our viewers to stay home, and stay inside. If there's a basement in your building go there and wait for the all clear."

"Ah shit hold on, that AA fire is getting close. " Again Geoff pulled back on his stick, causing the craft to point upwards sharply. The chopper had to pause in it's chase and retreat away, less be put in danger. Almost at the same instant of the helicopter moving away, did it record on camera something big shoot up into the air near it, only to get ripped into by the laser fire from the ground.

"Oh my- what was that? Another one? We've just witnessed another dragon get shot down as it seemed to be running away from the scene. I can't say if that was an accomplice or just someone trying to get away, it happened much too fast. This is just awful. We advise that viewers take caution as they continue watching some of this may be very upsetting."

The chopper took a sharp turn and began to pull away from the scene a bit. "I'm moving back a few blocks. We're too close to those guns." Hewie shouted.
 
as written by Lobos

His power fields flared as the metal storm of rounds hammered it, as liquid helium washed over it. Eyes blazed with rage, the pounding draining the protective nexus with surprising speed, his conscious control shifting gaps to alternate facings, options to handle the assault racing through his mind. A snarl, as he banked to little effect, the more agile soldiers on their jetpacks able to keep pace with ease. Dipping even lower, into the valley between buildings, Butcher clipped his wing beats to maintain his flight.

Time is running short. A thought that spread from his mind across the city, projected for his brethren, carrying the fell flavors of their master.

"Mortal flies, break." The growling voice of the Butcher switched to a more common language, leveling a sneer before unleashing a titanic roar, a nearly solid wave of sound that would shatter every window still intact for hundreds of feet down either way of the avenue. This was almost immediately followed by a far more simple and brutal projection of power, a solid sphere of force that burst through his failing power fields and expanded rapidly as would a balloon. Thrown in the midst of curling his tail and cycling his wings, there was a slim chance some might be caught within the area of effect attack, but those without would have little chance to react, the expansion happening as swiftly as a gunshot, an omnidirectional wall of solid energy thrusting outwards to slam into both adjacent buildings and then further still, crumpling their faces inwards and pounding a crater nearly twenty feet into their sides, carrying along any troopers caught within the burst.

Inside, however, vent ports rear facing cycled open, wings reorienting as he twisted to face directly down the street. As the burst wall faded, these vents erupted in hundred foot tongues of flame, blasting kiln-levels of heat a further two hundred feet down the street, thrusters who's acceleration forces were simply monstrous as Butcher shuddered from a sudden increase from a scant hover to nearly three hundred miles an hour. He rocketed down the street like a massive missile, before he cut the thrust, twisting against the brutal g-forces to face the way he'd come, triggering a burst as his wingbeats renewed.

Opening his maw slightly, a howling scream sounded as he channeled his breath into a far more focused stream, a beam of fiery thermal energies that stretched like a white lance in his wake, swept at whatever pursuers moved towards him in his wake.

1500 degrees Celsius, the beam chewed into buildings like an icepick into soft wax, radiating intense heats through simple proximity to it.
 
as written by Script

Though her near instantaneous reactions and high speeds allowed her to turn and shoot up away from it, the speed of the rapid burst of force still caught Aiedail within its area, sending her through the window of an office building, where she slammed through several desks before regaining her feet. She didn't pause, shooting straight back out to the street as Butcher rocketed away and keeping pace with his burst of speed with apparent ease.

She rose up, aiming to gain the height advantage and place out of the (literal) line of fire as she aimed her gravity manipulator downwards, targeting his body. Capable of lifting hundreds of tons, it remained to be seen whether it would be sufficient to halt Butcher's flight, but it would certainly impede it.

Once she had a lock with the device, she aimed to put it into use - dragging him as best she could in the direction of the Gardens whilst avoiding slamming him into buildings, as according to the TAF's instructions.
 
as written by Script

As the battle raged on in the skies, there was a brief crack of magical energy atop the roof of one of the buildings near to the scene. As the light faded, four figures were stood in its wake. One amongst them, a dark-haired elf clad in blue robes, had his hand raised in the peak of an arcane gesture, lowering it after a moment. "Spot on target," Sarael remarked, with a touch of pride to his voice.

"I should hope so, with how high up we are." A second figure, a blonde teen dressed in a red hooded jacket and carrying a bow stepped forwards to peer over the edge as he spoke. "Now where's the-"

His question was cut off by Butcher's roar as he screamed past like a rocket, breaking several windows below them.

"-dragon," Ari finished lamely.

"Stopping Butcher is our first priority," the ethereal, choral voice of Aiedai interjected as she turned her faintly glowing gaze to follow the dragon's flight. "Then we must find Aeryn, Elante and Rynhart. That none of them have engaged the dragon does not reassure us as to their wellbeing. The police HQ may also require assistance."

"We have to catch him first..." Ari stared in the direction Butcher had flew as an android shot past at equally incredible speed.

"No, look, he's stopping." Sarael noted as Butcher turned on a dime in the air.

"How did he do that? I have done wings before, and turning that fast is impossible when going a tenth of that speed!" Ari's jaw dropped at the maneuver.

"Enough - we have wasted enough words. We must act, now," Aiedai stated as she propelled herself forwards off the side of the building, descending toward the street like a falling star, straight into the line of fire. She raised one hand towards the beam of flames, intercepting them with psionic force and directing them upwards and outwards to disperse harmlessly into the sky.
 
as written by Script and Tiko

As Aiedai moved, so to did the others take action. Ari ran to the corner of the building and readied his bow, drawing back the string as an arrow formed of pure light took shape upon it.

"You know I've never done this before, right?" Tessa asked as she cracked her knuckles and rolled her sleeves up.

She had done plenty of binding spells, it came with the territory, but this would be the first time she attempted to deliver one on the fly - literally.

"Neither have I, technically," Ari remarked with a grin, "Staring down an infernal dragon in the middle of a burning city? It's a day for new experiences all around."

"Well, here goes nothing," Tessa answered.

She brought her hands together and as she drew then back apart a purple circle of runes began to expand between her fingertips in an intricate web-work of bindings. The runes lit up with a life of their own, swirling and shifting among themselves as each piece of the spell was laid in its proper place.

"You sure those arrows can bond with this?" Tessa asked as she held her hands out and concentrated intently on maintaining the binding circle while waiting for Sarael to do his thing.

Tessa had yet to truly master the innate magical amplification affects of her birth, and it took some concerted effort to concentrate on something this intricate without overloading any one piece of it.

Ari tilted his head in thought for a moment before speaking. "Definitely probably."

"It's a relatively simple matter," Sarael interjected, stepping over to them and extending his hand. His spellbook hovered beside him, the pages emitting a dim light from the magic contained within. "Weaving two differing threads of magic together is not unlike weaving two threads of a different material. Silk and wool. Steel and leather. One must consider each thread as distinct," as he spoke, he moved his hands in a series of intricate arcane gestures, drawing the lights of the arrow and the binding circle together.

"The difficulty comes if one does not take their differences into consideration. It is akin to using the wrong tool for the job - like trying to join a length of chain to a delicate strand of satin with either heat and hammer, or a needle. One must approach it from a different angle to the way one would bond two like magics together." As he spoke the last word, the magics seemed to join together, their two lights merging into one. The arrow was left with a faintly shifting aura of violet, that mimicked the light of the runes.

"Well, that seemed to work," Tessa noted. "Now let's just hope it doesn't bind the whole city. Bit counter productive that would be."

"Just a bit." Ari remarked as he took aim, drawing the arrow all the way back, before loosing it. It shot forth, trailing light behind it as it speared straight towards Butcher, seemingly curving mid-flight to accommodate the angle of approach. It was diminutive in size, but formed of pure divine energy, it had the potential to pack quite the punch - not to mention its potent binding payload.

Sarael nodded, before drifting into the air with a briefly muttered incantation, his spellbook hovering beside him. He flicked his wrist, rapidly turning the pages until he reached the spell he wanted, then turned his attention back to Butcher. He spoke another phrase, moving his open palm in an arc-like gesture, and the words fell with a resounding echo. His hand began to glow faintly with the growing power of the spell, readied for in the eventuality that the binding spell failed.
 
as written by barney_fife

The group of tech con mercenaries opted to disengage amd regroup once butcher managed to once again shrug off their attack.

The energy wave surged out from butcher in all directions and the shields of each combat skinned soldier flared angrily as the shockwave washed over them, pushing them back and away for a moment. The respite was brief as the Tech Con special forces renewed their assault.

As butcher's beam seared fourth, the group vanished in flashes of white light, reappearing instantaneously in a staggered formation around Butcher as their blink packs activated.

They all unleashed their stream of liquid helium once more upon the dragon, using a combination of agile thrusters, inertial dampeners, and blink packs to keep up with the beast.

The only respite butcher would be offered is the security chiefs voice echoing on their comms, and in another flash of light the men vanished.
 
as written by Ronin

The wave of force scrambled the squad of raptor troopers, the soldiers flailing wildly in the air as they struggle to stabilize their flight patterns. The sheer physical force had little effect on them other than to disorganize them - their armor and nanofoam providing more than ample protection to survive the concussive shock. Only a few of them were unable to regain their flight, crashing into buildings and slumping to the streets, where they groaned and struggled to get to their feet... just in time to see a scorching wave of fire funneling towards them...

Thankfully, they were saved - a young girl falling into the street as if from nowhere and redirecting the pillar of flame with a wave of her hand. The soldier saluted the Vanguard warrior before quickly finding cover.

Above the city, Vrail was giving orders. As the Butcher halted and changed course to deliver the mighty wave of flame, he had afforded the TNG Naval Captain the one thing he'd been looking for from the moment the fight had begun - predictability. As the dragon barreled down the street in a straight line, Vrail was already calculating where to place a shot.

"Five hundred meters ahead, Gauss cannon, fine slug," he gave the orders, the ship locking onto the space of street several hundred feet ahead of the dragon - directly in his flight path. On the outside of the ship, a gun began to charge.

Vrail's eyes narrowed. "Three, two..." Something caught his eye on the scouters. "Hold!"

The cannon whined into silence. On-screen, an arc of light seered towards the Butcher. Vrail's brows furrowed "Lock onto where that blast came from."

"Found, sir." A technician called out. "On screen. Already identified - Elysian Vanguard. Four of them in total."

"See if we can get comms," Vrail nodded, carefully watching for the effect of the arrow on the dragon, if any.
 
as written by Lobos

His roar of fury at his beam's dispersal was cut short as his hover was jolted hard, his empty momentum yanked backwards, away from the ants he intended to crush. As he turned towards the android, intent on ending her, he caught the arrow in the back.

The result was far more than he could have imagined, hammered in the air as though struck by a peer of his size. Magic writhed around him like a nimbus, and he realized it was both holy and binding. Daemonic energies poured from him more virulently than ever before, his flames taking on a sickly hue, venomous emeralds, toxic violets, shot through with grainy grey and streaks of black, blazing like a blast furnace within the encompassing energies, chewing into their wordings like a virus, tainting and etching poison into it, a corruption that boiled the bindings into dissolution. The conflict was violent enough to disturb the fabrics of reality, and as he twisted, he realized that the draw on him was no more. He was free.

And it was time to withdraw. The opposition had risen to the point were the risks far outweighed the rewards of continuing, the break between terror and defiance drawing closer than intended. If Butcher remained, the threats to evade and destroy would grow to a point that the chances of his survival began to drop drastically.

But the carnage should have been enough. He had performed and exceeded even his own expectations. He beat his wings furiously, sailing away from the android, towards the Vanguard, and then reached out a claw, grasping the corner of a building as he banked hard around it, using his rear legs to kick off and accelerate as he wove around the next corner, boiling away through the air in evasive maneuvers that he began to increase in speed and sharpness, sending bursts of his power through his jets, swarming his energies to hold himself aloft, merely using his physical wings to steer. Speed he'd set to the side while making his attack he drew onto now, keeping low among the valleys of the city to ward off the anti-air fire of its people, quickly making progress towards the outskirts.
 
as written by Script

Even as the binding energies faded, Sarael released the magic he had been preparing. A brilliant beam of light seared through the air towards the dragon, burning with white-hot intensity. This was not simple fire, however - the radiant energies that the mage channelled mirrored those of the heavens, and tailored to be just as anathema to the unholy as anything divine. It travelled with immense speed - truly likened to a vast ray of sunlight - and struck the dragon in its flank.

He lowered his hand as Butcher shot away, frowning. "A resilient creature indeed." he remarked, "And one whose nature perplexes me. The binding spell appeared to have some effect, but not in the manner that I would have expected. It did not behave as though it were simply resisted by the will of the demon. There is something more at work."

Ari stared after the rapidly disappearing dragon, "So now what? We can't exactly catch it."

Aiedai reascended towards the rooftop, "We will speak with the military, and determine the course of action they advise. It is likely they have a more comprehensive picture of what is happening here than we were able to determine."

She lowered herself down to beside them, before closing her eyes and extending her mind upwards towards Nero's Fiddle. Her consciousness jumped rapidly from person to person, seeking a mind which she could identify as in command. Eventually, she brushed against the one she sought.

Her voice - choral and eerie even mentally - spoke directly into Vrail's thoughts. 'Captain Vrail. We are Aiedai, of the Elysian Vanguard. We and our companions would offer our assistance to you in whatever capacity you require. We do not possess the necessary speed to keep pace with the dragon, but we can disperse to provide assistance to any locations where the attack has caused crisis. Where would you have us?'

____

Aiedail briefly registered surprise as her gravity manipulator lost its grip on the dragon as a result of the veritable explosion of energies that occurred when the arrow of light struck it. Uncertain on how to proceed, she opted to wait the conclusion of whatever was occurring before she acted further. When Butcher took wing once more, she immediately shot after him, her speeds matching its own even now.

"I am resuming pursuit of the dragon." she informed the TAF over her communications, "Its flight pattern shift indicates evasive action. By its lack of continued assault, I would theorise it is entering retreat, or alternatively it may be seeking another high priority target. I will continue pursuit until I receive further instruction. However, my estimations would suggest I will be unable to detain it without significant support."

Both Aiedail and the dragon were swiftly far from the site of the brief confrontation, moving towards Little Shintenchi.
 
as written by Tiko

The roar of the rain was deafening as it pounded against the pavement, and Shin'ichi's eyes moved back and forth beneath his eyelids as his consciousness struggled to make sense of the stimuli that was assaulting his senses.

The cool rain, the spray of water on his face, the faint smell of smoke, the jostling of his bed, the flashing lights and sirens...

The answers remained elusive though, just beyond the grasp of his awareness.

It had been as such for nearly a week now as he skirted the edges of wakefulness. The brief touch of a hand, the beep of medical equipment, the voice of a nurse. The sensations had all been mild and fleeting though, and they had not lingered long. Not today though.

Today the sounds did not abate, nor did the physical sensations slip away. With each passing minute the pounding of the rain upon his face only grew clearer and more irritating.

Word of his cognitive improvements had already been sent to his elder sister, Kaida, and his younger brother, Kenji, was scheduled to arrive from Losenji tomorrow. It had been nearly a year now since Shin'ichi had fallen into a coma on the operating table, and his recent signs of improvement had been unexpected by many. Unfortunately life, as was often the case on a planet such as Valore, cared naught for the imminent joyous occasion.

What Shin'ichi woke to was far from the warmth and safety of a dry hospital ward, far from the reassuring words of a nurse, or the familiar voice of family.

His eyes snapped open to a brilliant streak of green that lanced through the sky overhead, beyond the smoke and flames that billowed out from the windows of the large hospital complex.

Tamotsu!

The young dragon tumbled from the sky, lost beyond the view of the city buildings.

Shin'ichi tried to utter the word out-loud, but his mouth was dry and his throat hoarse from the tube in it. The feel of it in there as he tried to swallow was met with panic as his fingers tore at the tape on his face to pull it free. Though free of the tube, he found himself half curled over onto his side, coughing and trying not to wretch from the sensation of having pulled it out.

There were voices nearby, EMTs yelling over the pounding of the rain as immobile patients were being loaded into ambulances to be transferred to other facilities. All too absorbed in the chaos of the situation to take note that Shin'ichi was awake.

The wailing of sirens was deafening in his ears, and every instinct told him to get away from this place. The noises, the smells, the sights... his mind couldn't make sense of any of it and his instincts took over.

He hit the pavement hard in a tangle of tubing and IVs that he fumbled to tear free with clumsy fingers, and though he tried to move, his body wouldn't respond to his need. His right arm and leg were dead to him, and he didn't even feel the abrasions where he had landed on the pavement. He pulled his leg with his left hand, trying to will it to move to support his weight, but try as he might he couldn't rise.

Panic overtook him and he dragged himself towards the edge of the lot. The torrential downpour masked his movements, and the sounds of his struggles as his fingers dug into the wet soil just beyond the pavement edge. He lacked the strength to hold himself steady though, and as he tried to pull himself forward, his arm slipped and sent him tumbling down the slope.

The wind was knocked out him as he found himself sprawled on his back against a row of shrubs that separated the hospital property from the neighboring lot, and for many minutes he hadn't the strength to move. It had sapped him just making it this far.

He couldn't linger though. Every bit of primal instinct within him screamed to get up and move. It didn't understand muscle atrophy, it didn't understand paralysis, it didn't understand fatigue.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the task ahead before he began to move, one fistful of mud and grass at a time.
 
as written by Tiko

"What do you mean he's gone?!"

"We went to load him into the ambulance and he was gone!"

"Coma patients don't just get up and walk away!"

"Spread out and find him!"

Had it been any other patient, they may have opted to not expend the man-power to search for him in favor of the hundreds of other patients that needed to be evacuated yet, but he wasn't just any other patient. He was Prince Shin'ichi Kokuro, younger brother to the Empress Kaida of Losenji.

Not a one of them cared to be the one to explain that they had lost a member of the Losenji royal family in the midst of a fire evacuation.
 
as written by Tiko

It felt like hours that he had been crawling, gaining distance inches at a time. His body screamed in protest as he willed it forward yet again, and the rain left the grass slick to grasp onto and the soil too muddy to grip as he used his whole arm to try and scoot himself forward towards the pavement of the neighboring lot.

The pounding of the rain was briefly abated as he found shelter beneath the overhang of the neighboring building, but he couldn't make out much through the sheets of water cascading over its edge.

A large billboard sign nearby read: "Azure Heights Mortuary."

Azure Heights. His thoughts felt sluggish as he focused on that word in an effort to gain his bearings. Azure Heights.

He wasn't in Tianshi City anymore, that was for certain. With that realization came hazy memories of his departure. Westeria City. He had gone to Westeria City. Azure Heights was in Westeria City.

He knew where he was now, but he had no recollection of how, or why.

He managed to shift himself enough so that he was sitting upright with his back against the wall, but the movements left the skin of his chest stretching uncomfortably. He hadn't noticed it on his stomach crawling through the mud and grass, but as he was beginning to regain some sense of his surroundings he was finding himself more aware of things.

He pulled at the front of his hospital gown, and what he found was a mess of old burns that had left the skin mottled and scarred. He touched the marred flesh, but the skin felt alien to him. It was hard and unyielding, not at all supple like skin should be.

Had his cognitive functions been less sluggish he might have wondered into the healed nature of the grievous wound that he had no recollection of receiving, but as it stood he was juggling random snippets of information without the clarity of mind to piece it all together.

What he did know was that he needed to get away from this place, and he needed to find Tamotsu.

As the name crossed his mind so too did the recollection of his waking moments. The flash of green, and the sight of Tamotsu falling from the sky.

Tamotsu.

He closed his eyes and focused on that one word. Tamotsu. He needed to find his old friend. That thought gave him a bearing, and a destination while he tried to climb his way out of the dark fog that filled his head.
 
as written by Ronin

Vrail blinked, momentarily confused by the thoughts buzzing in his head, before quickly straightening out and nodding.

Copy, Aidei, his words came to them in thought, one moment while I assess the damage.

"Damage report?" he called to his technicians.

"Multiple fires across the city, teams deployed in several neighborhoods," one of them called out, his hands flitting over a holoscreen, "most extensive damage is to the NPA headquarters. There was fighting in that region, but combat appears to be dissipating..." He shook his head. "...there's still extensive damage to the building. It may collapse. Evacuations need to be quick..."

"Sir!" another shouted, looking worriedly into her screen, "reports from the WCPD main precinct suggest that their attack is also winding down, but some there's some fighting going on in the building. Also, there's a situation in Azure Heights...."

Vrail breathed slowly. "Do we have marines on Heights?"

"Yessir."

"Very well." His opened his mind up to the Vanguard. Adei, this is Captain Vrail. He channeled his thoughts. Help is direly needed at the NPA Headquarters. The structural integrity of the building has been compromised and threatens the entire surrounding neighborhood. The same is true in Little Shintenchi, where the dragon's fires have ravaged the area. We need your assistance with evacuation and damage control. He sat back in his chair. That said... if your skills are not particularly applicable towards search and rescue, there's a fight still going on in Azure Heights. We believe it may have something to do with the other dragon the Aschen shot down earlier. I have a battalion on-scene, but the situation is not yet under control.

He looked up with a stern glare, watching the fleeing dragon on a holoscreen.

"We'll take the beast," he nodded. He patched into Aideail's comms. "Aideail, we're with you. Our priority is to prevent the escape of this creature without compromising the city. Same plan as before - we find an isolated, uninhabited area, force him into it and then blast him from above." He gave manual orders over a pad. "I'm deploying more troops to assist you. Let's make sure this monster doesn't get away with the crimes he's committed today."
 
as written by Script

'We will divide ourselves between those places.' Aiedai informed Vrail, before turning to speak to the other Vanguard members with her.

"Aid is required at the NPA Headquarters, the building is in danger of collapse. Fires are spreading in Little Shintenchi, and a battle is taking place nearby in Azure Heights," she stated, before turning to gaze out across the city.

"A fire should be easy enough to deal with," Sarael stated, "I can utilise a water elemental to clear them out. However the situation at the NPA building sounds pressing also."

"We will go to the fight in Azure Heights. We sense much power being expended in that area. Reality itself is bending there." Aiedai stated.

"I'm not sure I'm going to be much help," Ari said with a grimace. "I can ferry people out of burning buildings, but not very fast."

"If I send the elemental with you to Little Shintenchi, you can direct it. That leaves me free to aid at the NPA building." Sarael noted. "Tessa, you should accompany Aiedai. If there's still a battle going on there, we should focus more of our attention there to stop any further damage from it."

Aiedai nodded, gesturing to Tessa. "We will carry you with us," she stated, whilst Sarael laid a hand on Ari's shoulder.

"I require a body of water to call the elemental. We can detour via the park," he explained.

Ari nodded, and as Sarael's magic carried him off in that direction, he shifted form to that of a bird and winged after him.
 
as written by barney_fife

In the skies above Westeria City, a keen eye could make out the outline of an Aschen Reverence II, as it began it's descent into the atmosphere. The brilliance of the ship's shields flared against the friction of the atmosphere as the ship descended over Westeria City.

"Status report." Admiral Grayson ordered, bracing himself as the ship shook with the vibrations of entry.

"Seventeen Kilometrons and falling like a rock." Carrington replied.

"Excellent, AI, initiate deceleration." Grayson ordered, while the flashing green Hologram of the Reverence II appeared over the city.

As the Reverence II continued it's descent, a series of deafening sonic booms followed as the hulking frame of the Aschen ship began it's deceleration. Shockwaves exploded outwards from the ship in all directions as superheated plasma rolled along it's shields.

"Standby Repulsers one, through twenty." Grayson ordered, while the vibrations along the Reverence increased, causing small trinkets such as pencils to begin skittering along the glossy tactical tables, and Helm officers to count the meters to target altitude.

"Altitude, Eleven thousand five hundred eighty two metrons, Target Distance will be reached in ten microns." The AI's voice droned over the cacophony of activity.

The Reverence II continued to drop, the plasma rolling along it's shields engulfing it in a brilliant hemisphere of light that illuminated the entire city below it, the noise was deafening, a combination of the air rushing over shields and the ship's massive engines resulted in a deafening cacophony of rumbling and roaring, like a freight train meeting a tornado, like a jet engine on steroids.

"Target altitude reached, initiating deceleration." The AI reported, and in that moment the Reverence II began to decelerate rapidly, and the blinding ball of yellow plasma gave way to the massive form of the Aschen carrier, which provided near total coverage of the entire city. A moment later and the massive ship came to a complete stop, parked directly over Westeria City at an altitude of 25,000 feet.

There was a long silence, save for the Klaxxoning alarms and the activity of the CIC, the time was upon them all now, no turning back.

"Let's clean house." Grayson ordered, while Carrington nodded.

"Revenant, Acquire all military targets, points of resistance, and airborne vessels, engage them with a Turbodisruptor salvo. You're weapons free."

The shipboard AI worked quickly to scan the area within it's range, which easily encompassed thousands of miles given the broad reach of the Reverence II's weapons.

"Hypothesis, Friendlies may be in custody at targeted installations, I advise consideration before proceeding." The AI protested for one moment. "Consideration noted, proceed with weapons fire, they haven't had enough time to book anyone." Grayson replied, while the Hologram highlighted Police precincts in bright red.


Once the Reverence II had settled in above the city, there would be a brief pause while the Admiral and the AI Considered their options, that pause was short lived however as the ship's weapons batteries came to life, swiveling and garnering their targets.

"Targets Acquired." The AI reported

Grayson nodded a moment, a small handful of airships on the coast, Fort Veritas, Police precincts, and everything else the AI considered were highlighted in red.

"Open fire." Grayson ordered.

The Reverence's next actions were swift, a power spike to it's weapon systems, and then discharge. Turbodisruptor batteries lit up, sending blinding green bolts of light down into the city, targeting Police precincts, the WCPD HQ, and the Government Center. Each Turbodisruptor bolt carried enough power to flatten an entire city block, and a salvo would likely reduce the precincts and their blocks to craters filled with molten slag. There would also be massive plasmic explosions that mushroomed up into the sky once the bolts impacted the ground. Another salvo of Turbodisruptors were levied against all major roadways that led out of the city, to make the roads impassable, bridges, and railroads were likely met with similar attacks from the ship.

Not all the Turbodisruptors were fired down towards the city, a second Salvo had been fired out towards Fort Veritas, roughly ten blasts in total were levied against the Military installation, ten bolts of energy that carried enough power to break the backs of most star-ships and level entire city blocks.

An Additional five were levied against the airships in the distance, the bolts screaming downrange towards the horizon.

Each discharge was met with a deafening crack, like the sound of thunder as the ship rained it's payload down upon the city.

The next stage was ground forces, gravity lifts detached from the bottom of the ship, riding down upon columns of violet light, there were several of these deployment points, with the largest careening down towards Hagan Avenue. These platforms were large and circular in nature, providing what was essentially a prefabricated base that could fit inside an intersection, or upon flattened rubble.

Imperial Marines had huddled along these gravity lifts, strapping themselves in and preparing themselves as the platforms descended from the belly of the ship.

The men checked their weapons, as they watched the other platforms descend over Azure Heights, Hagan Avenue, and New Caprica.

Should the Platforms hit the ground, Imperial Marines would fan out in all directions, weapons bore and readied as equipment and supplies followed down the Gravity lifts towards the platforms.

Following the initial salvo and deployment of ground forces, the Reverence II began to deploy it's Air Groups, Apollo Fighters swarmed out from multiple launch tubes, while Century Bombers, Vindicator Bombers, and Condor Dropships moved out from the Reverence II's multiple hangar bays. Condor Dropships would bank wide, and move towards key points in the city, deploying heavy weapons and Armor, while Century Bombers moved outwards, dropping payloads of Leaflets onto the people of the City demanding surrender. Each leaflet contained propaganda intended to curry a sentiment of passivity, non-resistance.

"The Aschen Empire is not here to harm Valorans, do not resist and you will be spared."

Once the dust had settled, and the Empire began to funnel it's troops into the city. Admiral Grayson surveyed the Tactical map.

"Hard and fast, just the way I like it."
 
as written by Lobos

The best laid plans...

Could vanish in an instant.

Flares of venomous green light, the glimpse of bladed prows over the city, the synchronization of the in-atmosphere jumps appalling in their timing as they interdicted themselves between the massive Reverence and the city below. The accuracy was better than expected, but as considered, errors had been made in the complex calculations.

Vessels imposed themselves between three of every four police precincts, the powerful energies of the turbodisruptor batteries striking them in bursts of light and heat, the same with those that managed to take half of the strikes against the primary pathways out of the city. Lances of plasma still struck the ground and detonated with fire and fury, taking out property and lives, but some of the destruction was abated, and as the detonations cleared, so the ships that had caught them remained, plasma dispersing from around them, curiously appearing to bleed from a field held around them.

Unfortunately, the jumps over the Government Center and the primary WCPD Headquarters had been slightly out of sync, too far out of alignment to interpose themselves between the shots.

As the last impulses of the turbodisruptor fire faded, however, closer examination would note forms dropping from the undersides of the kilometer long ships, Vaguely humanoid forms that fell into the city below. There were a few hundred fallen from each vessel.

Then, more horrifying, was the shapes the lifted off the skins of the mystery vessels, jagged, angular chassis's that burst free of their perches like angry hornets, dozens of dozens detaching to hurtle through the air like swarming hornets.
 
as written by Calcos

Michael drove, carefully, through the ruined streets of the inner city. The world about him had indeed gone to hell, but he would make damn sure his little girl wouldn't go down with it; would make sure she got home safe, with or without him. That was his duty as a father: to be willing to sacrifice his very ability to breathe if it meant his daughter could take just one more. And so, as he cruised through the rubble-laden roadways, driving around chunks of twisted steel and smashed concrete, he felt his heart beating against his chest in thunderous succession, each pulsation reminding him he was still alive through all this calamity, and reassuring him he was terrified of that fact.

It didn't take long until he was forced to a stop, having come into contact with a massive slab of a building blocking the road, much too massive to pilot his tank of a truck around -particularly because it had left quite a nasty crater in the street before him. Seeing no other way around, he did the unthinkable: he exited his vehicle.

On foot or on wheels, it didn't matter to him. He had been slowed to a crawl in that gas-guzzling behemoth anyway. At least this way he could reach places his truck wouldn't let him. "Sam!" he called out at the top of his lungs, hoping against all odds that his daughter was within earshot of his voice. "SAM!" He kept calling to no avail. There was no sign of his daughter in these whereabouts.

In the distance, he could hear the cataclysmic chorus of disaster echoing through the streets. The sounds delivered a rather sinister chill up his spine.
 
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