Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Westeria City

as written by Script

The arrival of the Aschen vessel might have gone unanswered had it not struck so indiscriminately at targets military and civilian alike. It was one thing to engage in a war, and another entirely to target innocents. That, Nathaniel would not tolerate without intervention. The sparks of life from hundreds of thousands of soldiers filled the enormous vessel, but they did not dissuade him from his purpose. He would die a thousand times over to defend his charge.

It was with a brilliant explosion of blinding light that he appeared, wings spread, in the middle of one of the barracks near the centre of the massive ship. A wave of radiant power washed over the area, burning at the very souls of any soldiers in that room regardless of their armour. A small rifle formed of pure light was brandished in one hand, whilst in the other blazed a similarly formed sword wreathed in celestial fire. The red-haired seraph swept his glowing gaze across the room, quickly assessing his situation.

A barracks? Seriously? Of all the luck...

Before the soldiers surrounding him could get a chance to recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, he raised the rifle and opened fire, spraying bullets formed of celestial energy given solid form towards the closest troops. Each had the power to punch through the plating of a warship, and delivered an explosive payload of divine fire. He was seemingly unimpeded by the anti-magic fields that filled the ship.

Not moments later, a second flash of light appeared in the room, accompanied by the smell of brimstone. A small cloud of smoke obscured the area around it, before swift as a shot, a red-skinned figure darted out. Razor-sharp claws scythed out towards a pair of aschen soldiers with enough force and sharpness to slice through tank armour, aimed to puncture through their backs and out of their chests.

Like Nathaniel, this second arrival was also winged - but her wings were batlike in shape. Her eyes were a bright and faintly glowing yellow, and her skin was rough and scaly, patterned with what appeared to be impossibly intricate tattoos.

No words passed between Valathae and Nathaniel. Though they seemed as polar opposites - demon and angel - they could resolve any personal conflict once they had dealt with the immediate battle they faced.
 
as written by barney_fife

Reverence II Revenant
Living Quarters Section

The casualties would have no doubt been a lot higher had a majority of the men in that barracks not already been deployed groundside. Fortunately, as the Seraph appeared, he would be offered little resistance, opening fire on off duty soldiers playing cards around a table, some had been asleep in their bunks, but they all had scant moments to reach for a weapon before the Seraph opened fire, and the second Demoness led her own charge.

Twenty seven men would die within that Barracks, without so much as being able to fire a shot. Caught completely by surprise, those in Nearby barracks overheard the commotion, and one had the foresight to mash an alarm button.


---
The CIC

While the Seraph and the Demoness were causing trouble in one of the Reverence II's many Barracks, the alien ships seemed to take a bit more priority at the moment. Highlighted in red on the Holographic display, the AI had garnered targeting data on each and every one.

Admiral Grayson growled slightly, the Damage hadn't been near what it should have been strategically, and the Datalink was confirming the alien ships as hostile as the fight in Orbit went underway.

"Target the enemy ships, full power. I want them destroyed. Shields full, we need to be at full combat readiness. Looks like this isn't going to be as simple as I thought." The Admiral growled, while the AI Nodded.

"Admiral, we've been boarded, two hostiles, section zero-two, Living Quarters, Deck five, Barracks Seven. Twenty Seven casualties confirmed. I've got magical readings."

The Admiral let out an audible growl. "Gods damnit! Seal the barracks! Depressurize it and get TacOps and a Security team in there to mop up any survivors. Planck the ship, I don't want anymore suprises." Admiral Grayson ordered, and the AI responded swiftly.

---

Inside the barracks, while the duo were massacring the unarmed and disoriented soldiers in the rather large and empty Barracks; the doors had sealed themselves shut. First the initial doors sealed shut, followed by the Kanvium blast doors, which sealed tight with an audible hiss. Once the doors sealed shut, a powerful forcefield was erected along the walls and doors of the room, a force-field capable of withstanding military grade plastic explosives, superhuman melee strikes, and all sorts of magical attacks, as kinetic, and magical energies alike were absorbed and dispersed. Should they manage to overpower the energy field, they would be up against reinforced Kanvium walls, which offered another layer of protection. Sure they had weapons that could pierce ship plating and cut tank armor, but these was no ordinary ship plating, and the nature of Kanvium made small arms largely ineffective. No doubt given enough effort they could break these defenses, but it would likely take time, and a lot of it. Unfortunately, time was not on their side.

Attacking the doors and the walls would be met with an explosive feedback from the Forcefield, melee strikes were repelled with such force that it could threaten to wrench the weapons from even a superhuman. Projectile attacks, even those from the light rifle the Seraph carried ricocheted all around the room, bouncing from forcefield to forcefield. In addition to the doors to that barracks being sealed shut, the air would begin to grow thin as the room was being depressurized. It was a preliminary measure, given that the pair had likely left no survivors.

"Barracks Seven is sealed, Internal Planck fields are up, and I am depressurizing the Barracks, TacOps will be on sight in five centons."

The Admiral nodded. "Once TacOps arrives, Seal the section in case they survive."

Grayson then turned his attention to the hologram of the shipboard AI. The alien ships now garnering his full attention.

"All weapons batteries concentrate your fire on those ships, take them out!"

The CIC was now alight with activity, weapons officers plotting and coordinating the next volley, while the alien ships were being highlighted.

Immediately following the initial intercepted Volley, the Reverence above came to life, each and every one of it's Ventral, port and starboard weapons batteries swiveled to life. Liquid nitrogen was being piped through the barrels of the Turbodisruptor batteries, Plasma cannons and missile racks also came online.

"Weapons free." The Admiral ordered.

The Reverence II began a second volley, this time it was directed at the alien ships that had intercepted the first Salvo, hundreds of individual Turbodisruptor batteries swiveled to life, and each ship was targeted easily by hundreds of individual weapons emplacements.

The Reverence II opened fire, except this time it did not stop, Turbodisruptors cycled dozens of times per minute, discharging once every ten seconds in a staggered volley pattern. Hundreds, thousands of individual bolts carrying roughly a hundred kilotons of explosive energy surged towards each and every ship below. It was a proverbial rain of weapons fire down on the ships below, as the Weapons continued to fire, and they did not stop.

"Sustaining fire." The AI reported, the thundering of the ship's guns so loud, and so powerful they echoed throughout the entire vessel.

In addition to the cannon fire, Photon torpedoes, and Sarissa type missiles swarmed down to the group of ships below. The aim was to overpower the shields with sheer volume of weapons fire, collapse them and destroy the vessels.

The Cracking of Aschen guns easily filled the city with a deafening song, as the Reverence II pressed it's gargantuan firepower capabilities onto the alien ships below.
 
as written by Lobos

The hail of starship fire descended, the burst of energy significant enough to disguise the flurry of communications that raced between the vessels below. Rapid communications, raw binary without bothering to encrypt. Wave Force armor shall suffice. Upwards vector vent.

The flood of acknowledgements was simple enough, as the numerous Klein bottles of the twelve Blades and dozens of Seeds deployed. An exotic defense to be sure.

As the first strikes demonstrated aptly.

Power was siphoned into the bottles, for the smaller fighters, a scant two or three impacts, but for the Blades, dozens of hits simply vanished within the scintillating fields that seemed to ignite to greater brightness, before as they reached optimal capacities, they released that energy diffused towards the continuous streams of fire, a wave of disrupting energy stolen and repurposed to blunt a majority of the incoming damage. That that managed to penetrate the counter-fire was simply captured within the Wave Force again and recycled, alternating between charging the vessels own power, and venting into the fury arrayed against them.

Prepare for massed fire. Align firing plans.
 
as written by Tiko

As the Aschen planck fields swept through Sol, no planet in the system had gone untouched by the wave of destruction and planar instabilities that followed in their wake.

Somewhere far above the city of Westeria nestled within the heart of the raging storm a strange crackling began to spark from a singular point in the sky, and jagged arcs of purplish black lighting cut through the air in a coalescing ball of unstable energies. As it grew in size it smoothed out into a large horizontal disc, forming a strange inky black portal ringed by crackling purple energy.

The strange portal measured about half a kilometer in length, and seemed to be growing larger by the minute.

It was curious to note perhaps, that no rain fell directly beneath the portal, and the drops of water that landed atop it simply vanished.
 
as written by Script

When the last of the soldiers dropped dead, Nathaniel turned to the demoness with a glowering gaze. "What is the meaning of you being here?" he demanded.

Valathae smiled, licking blood off of her claws and winking. "I'd been considering having a bit of fun up here... when I sensed your rather explosive arrival, well, that was just the encouragement I needed."

The Seraph grimaced, "Just stay out of my way," he responded. His eyes turned briefly towards the wall of the ship. "Something's going on out there. I can feel ... reality itself breaking."

"How delectable," Valathae remarked, grinning. Nathaniel shot her another look of annoyance before turning away.

Neither of the pair seemed particularly concerned by the air beginning to thin, though it would soon put a stop to any further verbal communication. Nathaniel winged over to the nearest exit from the chamber and examined the forcefield. It was powerful, but he wagered not impenetrable.

The rifle in his hand glowed, before shifting forms. Within a few moments it had taken on a new shape, that of a large, alien-looking weapon that he rested upon his shoulder. Aiming the barrel at the door, he pulled the trigger. From the weapon surged a powerful beam of light, a precision cutting laser that could keep up a consistent beam of immense heat and force for as long as it took to punch through.

Should this beam be reflected, however, he would stop firing to seek less hazardous alternatives.

Valathae rolled her eyes at Nathaniel's approach to exiting the chamber. It was always the direct, brute force approach with these hero types. Instead, she began to hover around the area, searching it carefully for any alternative exits, no matter how small, from loose panels to ventilation systems.
 
as written by barney_fife

As the excelion vessels were weathering the incoming fire from the Reverence high above the storm clouds, Admiral Grayson was considering his options with his AI, whom was calculating data with every weapons discharge, and every weapons impact against the wave force shields of the enemy vessels.

"Enemy shields are holding." The shipboard AI reported. "Capacitors are down to seventy five percent capacity and following, we will be unable to maintain this rate of fire indefinitely." She added.

The admiral was watching the tactical holographic display rather intently, growling to himself as he considered his options.

"AI, increase turbodisruptor output by one hundred percent." The admiral ordered, and the AI frowned.

"Registering objection, weapons batteries will not be able to sustain firepower beyond their intended design, you will risk permanently damaging all overcharged weapons batteries, they will also drain our capacitors faster." She reported, while Admiral Grayson nodded.

"Override the safeties and overcharge the batteries." The admiral ordered.

As the AI carried out the order, the weapons discharge intensified immensely, in both sound and brightness as the power of each turbodisruptor doubled, as more power was shunted to the weapons batteries, in the hopes the added firepower would overwhelm the shields on the enemy vessels.

---

Inside the barracks, the seraph would find his beam weapon reflect off the force field, and bouncing off several walls in the room before eventually dissipating if it was capable of doing so. The barrier fluctuated slightly, but showed no otherwise signs of weakening. The demo ness likely wouldn't fare much better, the barracks was filled with clutter, the wall lockers didn't reveal any nooks, and the ventilation outlets were situated in the corners where the floor met the wall, behind an integrated grating a few inches wide, far too small to fit into the ventilation system. There were another set of vents on the walls of the barracks, along the corners where the walls met the ceiling, here recessed lighting, and small ventilation ducts lined the ceiling against the walls, a few inches wide.

In the floor in one corner of the room however, under some clutter was a circular hatch mounted flush with the floor, like the blast doors, this too was sealed tight, and protected by a similar force field. The access way to the Jeffries tubes, maintainable tunnels had been sealed as tight as the main doors. It seemed the Aschen's paranoia lived up to its reputation. And both the Seraph and the Demoness were still in a vacuum.

Outside the barracks, a security team had assembled, a dozen heavily armed marines in their new CUIRASS exoskeletons, flanked on either side by a pair of men in T65 Combat Skins. They had assembled portable cover, hard light shields generated by portable emitters. A breaching team had been assembled as well, they were all armed to the teeth and protected by the latest T-99H power armor, which afforded them superior protection from mythical weapons and magic wielders, they would be put to the test this day.

The AI continued to keep the commander appraised as well, the vacuum cycle had been completed, and the pair were still alive. Silently he was watching them try to figure an escape.

"progression on the ground is proceeding as planned, however we have encountered resistance in key portions of the city, if we do not act, the mission will be in danger of failing." The AI warned.

Admiral Grayson nodded and let out a sigh.

"Continue deployment, use heavy weapons if need be."
 
as written by Script

While Nathaniel continued to try and brute-force his way through the door, morphing his weapon into an oversized drill of celestial power after the lack of success of the laser weapon, Valathae had more success.

Whilst the small size of the vents might have posed a problem for most, she had an advantage - even without her magic. Upon locating the first ventilation shaft, she crouched down, her entire body beginning to morph and change fluidly until she had seemingly vanished entirely. In truth, she had taken on a new, tiny form. Her shape was indistinguishable from a common gnat, as seemingly was her biology.

She flitted into the vents and began to search for a way out into another section of the ship.

In the meantime, however, the maintained planck field within the ship continued to play havoc even as those beyond orbit disabled theirs. Spacial rends would begin to form inside the reverence, depositing debris, creatures, bursts of energy or even confused strangers into random locations across the ship.

In some places the rules of physics warped, gravity reversing or friction vanishing entirely, or bizarre ultra-localised storms tearing through hallways with immense winds and jolts of lightning.

Chaos was the name of the game, it seemed.
 
as written by Lobos

Increased magnitude of deployed firepower. Still within Wave Force parameters. Threat minimal. Engage target with Macro-Flayers.

Weathering the renewed storm, the Blades and Seeds lashed back, massive streaks of jade slashing the sky from hundreds of weapon emplacements and cannons to converge on the Reverence II from all over the city. The first unveiling of Excelion's armada's potential fury, as the vessels ceased their still acceptance of the enemy fusillade and began to maneuver over the city, almost seeming to orbit that massive vessel above in a circular pattern.

Focus Wave Force venting.

The diffusion ceased, as the Klein bottles unleashing were directed with more tightly controlled emissions. The fury poured into them was returned only slightly diminished, the repurposed bolts a brilliant white light, miniature stars over Westeria to hurtle back upwards into the Reverence.

Over the city, the aerial drones began to hunt in earnest, pursuing Aschen aircraft on their reactionless drives, spitting shredder bolts at the enemy forces, sending missiles flashing through the night air like death's own reaping hand.
 
as written by barney_fife

Admiral Grayson was being inundated and overwhelmed with Tactical Data, the AI was advising him of spatial fissures opening up all over the ship, and the Admiral was forced to make a choice.

"Gods Damnit... disengage the Planck Packs, have the War Adepts handle the boarders." He ordered, while the AI Continued.

"Increased weapons fire is ineffective." She said, while the readings and tactical data continued to scroll on the display.

The Admiral relented, as the Enemy ships shifted their position to return fire.

At that point the feedback from the Nature colossus rocked the Reverence, a massive explosion shattered the Bow energy projector array, causing the ship to rock and lights to flicker. This was evident in both the CIC, and the Barracks the Seraph had infiltrated. The deafening thunder echoing through the halls.

"Energy Projector Alpha one is offline, the attack on the strange creature was met with some sort of feedback. Admiral, this situation is untenable, enemy resistance is becoming increasingly viable, recommend mission abort."

The Admiral growled, though ground forces were faring quite well, if the Reverence was lost, the entire mission was doomed to fail.

"Focus batteries on taking out the strike craft, if we can't dent those cruisers there's no sense in even trying. I've gotten reports that even the Iconoclast ships are unable to impart damage on these things... I don't know what to do, this entire situation is a clusterfrak."

"Admiral, we're receiving a hail." The AI reported. "It's from the Tria."

"Admiral Grayson, this is Commander McGregor, of the Tria, my brother is providing support in Orbit, did you need a hand?"

The Admiral swallowed his pride, and then he nodded, as the ship bucked from incoming weapons fire.

"Hull breach, Deck seven, these weapons are causing our shield grade to drop rapidly, they will inevitably fail."

As the Jade beams struck the Reverence's shields, the two EM waves interacted, canceling eachother out, with each jade impact the Reverence's shields flared angrily, and a gap was formed in the wake of the Jade beam, which closed rapidly. As each impact hit, the shields took longer and longer to re-close, and chunks of Armor would be taken. At this point the Reverence had ceased fire, smoke billowing from it's forward energy projectors, and from pocks in it's hull where Flayers had pierced the shields.

It would't be long before the ships pierced the hull and severed something vital, and just when everything seemed bleak, a second Alien ship flickered in at an altitude of 40,000 feet, this one resembling the ship that opened a warp chasm in the middle of the fleet in orbit.

The alien ship banked right, before unleashing a swarm of small yellow drones, which glowed brightly. Commander Orlin McGregor was eying the displays, the Wave force plating being highlighted on several displays before him.

The swarm of small yellow squid like drones seared towards the first Blade, upon reaching the Wave force field, they became somewhat translucent, out of phase. This was aimed at preventing the Wave force armor from interacting with them. Once they were inside the ship, and the field, space-time fissures opened up, and the Drones emerged from phase-space, carving gaps as their energy fields vaporized everything they touched, they aimed to move through the ships, guiding themselves towards vital ship systems, such as a power source, or a weapons generator, gutting them as they moved and carving tunnels, and then going out of phase as they approached the wave-force field. The combination of space-time lensing, and the drones burrowing through the ships would likely perforate them, until the Drones caught a vital system, drones that moved through a ship and out of the field would turn around, going back out of phase to take another pass. Hundreds of these drones swarmed a single ship, like angry termites, attempting to eat away at it's innards.

Thousands of drones were thrown out by this alien ship, while Orlin directed a field around the Reverence, where each additional incoming fire would meet a small portal, which had it's terminus on the other edge of the field, essentially making it so weapons fire passed right through the Reverence, without harming it.

---

Inside the Ventilation system, the small Gnat would find her path to travel to other parts of the ship cut short as she happened upon a filter in the ventilation system. This molecular filter was just large enough to allow oxygen and Nitrogen atoms to pass, trapping microbes, allergens, and everything else. A few inches in front of the filter was a powerful energy field, a proverbial bug zapper, which would mean certain death if she proceeded along the ventilation system.

These filters and sterilization arrays would be found every several feet, and thus even in her current form, she would be unable to get far.

The Seraph would probably fare a little better, with Planck packs offline he could teleport now, and the Spatial anomalies had stopped.

The War adepts readied themselves, as one of them approached the Barracks door to breach.

The doors opened just enough for the War Adept to roll a VX gas grenade into the barracks, and then the door locked shut as the potent nerve gas filled the barracks and the ventilation array that the Seraph and Demoness were trapped in.
 
as written by Script

Annoyed, Valathae reversed her path, returning to the room just in time to witness Nathaniel look up from his drilling. "Their teleportation blocker is down," he stated as the room began to shake and shudder. "Whatever's happening out there doesn't seem to be going well for them."

"That's good for you and all," she replied as she returned to her humanoid form, "But my powers are still inhibited. Mind getting the door for me, sweetie?"

Nathaniel glowered at her. It was at that moment that the grenade was rolled inside, Nathaniel stepped away from it immediately, before noticing the gas. "Don't breathe in!" he warned Valathae, before vanishing on the spot.

Valathae rolled her eyes. This angel did seem to enjoy pointing out the obvious. It was a good thing that she didn't need to breathe, but she still had to deal with the potential other effects of the gas.

That was simple. Valathae shifted form into that of a sword. Swords didn't have any orifices to be troubled by gas.

In the meantime, Nathaniel reappeared on the far side of the door, down the hallway from it, his weapon already mid-shift to the form of another ornately constructed tube, like the laser it had formed before. This time, however, what shot from it was a single projectile - a high powered celestial RPG that rocketed into the War Adepts with an almighty explosion easily comparable to the detonation from an aircraft's missiles.
 
as written by Calcos

Michael awoke with a hard thumping in his brain, causing him to impulsively grip his skull and grimace. Looking through pained eyes, he surveyed his immediate surroundings, finding them different than the streets of Little Shintenchi he had been wandering previously. The last thing he remembered was encountering that...whatever it was. There was no telling how he wound up in his current position, but he couldn't worry about that.

He still had to find his daughter.

"Sam," he rasped out, trying to climb to his feet, falling on his chest as he did so, an outstretched arm collapsing in front of him. With a grunt, she managed to pull himself into a sitting position, leaning against a nearby streetlight. He tilted his head back, panting for breath.

"Sam, where are you?" he said, exhausted.
 
as written by Lobos

The results of the sudden arrival were instantaneous and provoked and did not yet immediately provoke a response, as the continued punishment of the Revenance was, at the time, of elevated priority, and the newly come ship did not match known Aschen designs.

Suffice to say, given the sudden assault of one of the dozen Blades, that ended, immediately. Half a dozen Seeds radically altered course from their steady orbits, some pulling corrections exceeding 90 degree angles nearly instantly, going from mere dozens of miles an hour to over Mach 30 in a scant 0.8 seconds, the capabilities of their reactionless drives suddenly of no priority at all to remain veiled. Friction heat boiled off the smaller ships' hulls, intercept courses for the unknown ship coming from six separate angled vectors for the ventral hull.

The assaulted Blade's internals was a flurry of rapid attempts to mitigate the damage being torn through it, the AIs that wore the vessel as a body straining to hold the shuddering flesh of metal, electronics, and weapons together. Rerouting electrical power through conductive layers from weapons to form makeshift reactive armor, even detonating internal ammunition stores tactically as it calculated passages through it nearly solid internal structures. In worst case scenario, the decision was made to trigger the reactor detonation in the event of a predicted path through the react nearing completion, or the destruction of two of the three AI sockets within. This is turn, if pressed, would unleash a monstrous blastwave of energy, sufficient to atomize the entire vessel and pour the resulting teratons of energy into the inside of the Wave Force armor, at a rate that would collapse the Klein bottle in on itself, negating the expansion of the explosion beyond the external hull of the ship.

The tactics to strike against the Reverence altered, the sudden outrush of missiles in the hundreds pouring from the remaining combat engaged Blades and Seeds, rapid adjustments to detonation protocols directing them to detonate just outside of the calculated range of the interposed drones, venting their energy and fragmentation into the shell, as opposed the vessel itself, to probe the defense and seek to find a weakness to it. These missiles soared straight and arcing, some targeting ventral facings of the Reverance's drone shell, other's ascending for direct port, starboard, bow, and stern sides, while still others ascended above to descend to target the dorsal structure.

The relentless hunting of the Aschen aerial assets continued, as the overall positioning of the ground drones in the city below shifting tactics to merely harass the Aschen presence within the city.
 
as written by Calcos

Pushing himself up from the street light he had been resting against, Michael continued to wander through the streets of the inner city, casting glances to and fro at the desolate, ruined streets and crumbling architecture. Silently, he cursed to himself thinking of the countless months of work that awaited him after all of this was over. Rebuilding the city was going to be no easy task, either.

He dragged his feet, still unbearably drained of both the energy and the will to go on. "Sam," he was able to call. He looked around, seeing nothing, no one responding to his beckoning. It was disconcerting, causing his heart to sink lower and lower with each passing moment that he didn't hear the voice of his little girl.

The fear, frustration, and exhaustion were all wearing on his nerves, beating him down until he could no longer hold up against the abuse. He was a man on the brink, the word desperate an understatement vaguely describing his condition. He stopped in his tracks, cocking his head back and filling his lungs.

"SAM!" he thundered through the decaying infrastructure. He waited for what felt like an eternity as silence continued to permeate about him. When no reply came to answer his call, he lowered his head, staring at the cracks in the ground beneath his feet through tear-welled eyes. Hope had left him, and he prepared to break down into childish sobbing. "Dad?!"

The voice of an angel; the sound he'd been anticipating for hours finally graced his ears, causing him to immediately tear his gaze from the concrete underneath him and to the source of the voice. He whipped around, settling his eyes upon a young, blond-haired fourteen year old girl standing beneath the awning of a ruined flower shop.

He'd found her.

The two rushed towards each other, him finding a new vigor, and her glad to see her father, the greatest source of stability she could hope for amidst all this chaos. They embraced for longer than either of them noticed. Michael could have stayed there for an eternity, wrapping his daughter in his arms, and it still wouldn't have been long enough. Finally, however they relinquished each other, both hoping to make a quick exit from the city as soon as they could.

Taking a step back, Michael looked around. "Sam, weren't you with Erica?" The question brought a pained look to his daughter's face. "She..." Samantha began, tears beginning to form in her eyes. With a shocked expression, Michael knelt down, holding his little girl by the shoulders. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry," he said, fighting back the urge to get choked up along with her.

An uncomfortable silence lasted between them for a solid few minutes before Samantha finally spoke up. "Let's just go home dad. I don't wanna be here anymore..." Michael nodded, taking her by the hand and leading her away from the hellhole Westeria had become. "Stay close to me, sweetie."

He recognized some of the landmarks that surrounded them, assured he could find his way back to his truck from there.
 
as written by barney_fife

Aboard the Revenant...

Any typical soldier would have easily been consumed by the massive explosion of divine energies from the RPG fired from the Seraph as he teleported out of the Barracks.

The flash and surge of divine energies filled the corridor with smoke and debris, and for a split second there was silence.

That silence was interrupted by multiple 'thooms' cracking through the smoke, 20mm Heavy Magnetron bolts careening out from the cloud and towards Nathaniel. Each 20mm magnetically accelerated and self propelled bolt carried with it enough force to cut through most any personal armor, and traveled and mind boggling velocities. It could eviscerate armored infantry, perforate light armored vehicles.

A split second after each impact, the bolt exploded. Even the Hallway's walls were chewed up by the bolt fire.

As the Adepts emerged from the dust, still firing. It was clear that the attack imparted nary a scratch on their armor, shields and dense armor having absorbed the entirety of Nathaniel's attack.

"Purge the Alien!" They called out, while the lead Marine pulled out a Buzzsword, and used his jump jets to lunge towards Nathaniel with the force of an oncoming freight train.

Down the adjoining hallways, two more groups of heavily armored Adepts were making their way towards the Intersection where Valathae and Nathanial were trapped, one of them stood out among the rest, their armor adorned with inscriptions in Anquietas, and was a brightly colored white and blue, among green and brown camouflage patterns. While the other Adepts levied their attacks, the strange one stood observant.

----

While the Crew of the Revenant was reeling to keep the ship from losing altitude, and damage control teams were working tirelessly to isolate and stabilize parts of the ship. Orlin was still observing the battle below. One of the Blades had been neutralized, and so Orlin focused his thoughts on maintaining the reality field around the Reverence, which was a feat in of itself. As the missiles detonated, the shrapnel vanished on the translucent energy field, disappearing to places unknown while the Drones regrouped into another swarm, forking out to attack a pair of Blades, in a similar manner as they had felled the first ones. Penetrating the wave force armor, and targeting vital systems within the ship itself, burrowing tunnels until the vessel was inevitably destroyed.

Though dozens of drones were consumed in the ensuing explosion, the strange alien ship pumped out more of these glowing yellow squids. Many hundreds branched off from the main swarms to attack nearby flyers, punching holes through their reactionless engines or their power supplies, and then moving onto the next flyer.

Beads of sweat ran down Orlin's forehead as he concentrated, his abilities far below that of his brothers, but still quite potent.

His mind's eyes wrapped around a third Blade, and he hoped to use his abilities to send it careening into a nearby Blade.

The very nanosecond the Seeds altered their course, the Shipboard AI took immediate evasive action. Six vectors incoming, and a light-speed exchange of information on the mental level, the Alteran ship winked out of existence a split second before the six ships made contact.

The Jump was immediately followed by a spatial shockwave that, given the Seeds Proximity would overwhelm them with a pressure wave, but it was nothing the Wave force armor couldn't handle. At this point the Drones prioritized their targets, and a swarm of tens of thousands broke off from the main group, heading directly towards the Seeds as the Tria reappeared half a kilometer to the west of the city, at an altitude of 40,000 feet.

Orlin's mind was assessing, and reality Lensed around the shields of the Tria. He was expecting them to alter course and attempt another strike.
 
as written by Script

The impacts from the shots struck against Nathaniel, but with each impact, light flashed around his form revealing briefly glowing plates of armour at each point of contact. He was driven backwards but left unharmed despite the destructive force of the shots.

As the lead marine charged towards him, he brought up his hand defensively, his sword forming instantly to block the swing of the buzzsword. It was entirely possible the powerful celestial weapon would cut right through the sword with its star-like divine fire.

With a beat of his wings, he flew backwards a few feet, his RPG fading into nothingness as he swept his now-free arm out in an arc. From his position poured a torrent of all-consuming white fire that surged in all directions. Though the flames reached thousands of degrees in heat, they did not only target the physical forms of the adepts. The fire extended beyond, to the ethereal - likely bypassing their armour entirely even should the physical flames themselves be repelled - and struck at their very souls with equally destructive force. To lose one's soul in such a way was as fatal as losing one's body.
 
as written by Lobos

Irritated resolutions saw the controllers of the beseiged Blade trigger core backups before triggered the self-destruction, surrendering the technologies contained within to ardent power erupting in a conflagration to consume it nearly in its entire.

The ramming Seeds, scarcely evaded each other as they passed through the air where the vessel had been, courses already off-set to make the minor twitches of control more than easily achieved. Banking hard, hulls strained as they raced away from the swarming enemy drones, racing along random vectors. Likewise, most of the assets locally began to adopt radical and random courses, with the Blades themselves flaring with emerald light as the threats detected and anomalous signatures drew emergency jump responses, appearing at random points a kilometer outside of the city limits. Sudden concept, quickly sniped through the air-waves to their cohorts.

Seeds began to instigate random jumps at random intervals, while those that had made the ramming attempt allowed a pause after their third hops, brief communication as specific hops where plotted. Rapid accelerations pushed them hard back to Mach 30, entering this particular jump...

With an exit point coinciding with the inner volume of the unknown-typed vessel, at six different points. Wave Force armors disabled, the contents of all available remaining power dumped directly into the reactionless drives of each, triggering an instantaneous response of overloading the core mechanics of the technology and subsequently, incredibly powerful, contained emissions of energy on par with a tactical nuclear device blossomed from each, bursting the hulls like water balloons far exceeded in capacity.

Whatever the result of the gambit, so echoing the very tactic the drones had used to breach the hull of the broken Blade, the remainders of the atmospheric forces aerial units fired equivalent mass volleys of every direct fire weapon they carried towards both the Reverenance and the unknown vessel, literally filling the upper atmosphere over Westeria City with a blanket of fire that eclipsed the night sky with flares of jade and the stretched black blurs of slugs. Mass driven kinetics, the deadly magnetic fields of Macro Flayers, the invisible beams of grasers, the scream of missiles, the total amount of shots was nearly twelve thousand.

A final, random leap cleared the skies over Westeria City of the forces of Excelion, though his ground drones remained.
 
as written by barney_fife

Aboard the Reverence, the first Adept paused when the Celestial sword cut his Buzzsword in half, following the quick retreat, the celestial fire washed over them, causing every one of them to fall except one.

The one clad in blue and white armor remained standing though, completely unfazed from the soul rending, and completely unfazed by the powerful flame that washed over them.

The figure said nothing for a moment as it took a step forward. "You are a fool." It said before it vanished entirely, re-appearing a scant two feet away from Nathaniel, with a massive white shimmering crystalline blade mid-swing towards the Seraphs midsection. The blade, made from pure Calx was swung with enough force to shatter all known metals, but pitting two celestial objects of great power, Calx and the Celestial abilities the Seraph possessed, No doubt the Calx blade would hold up far better than the Buzzsword the Marine posessed.

The figure took it a step further, directing celestial energy of their own through the crystalline blade, channeling the very essence of the universe into whatever celestial object Nathaniel used in his defense, aiming to shatter it to pieces by the awesome powers of the Calx.

Appearing and attacking all happened in a split second, which would likely not give the Seraph any time to react. At this point, the figure was shimmering with a powerful aura of pure celestial energies, but it was not being channeled from a Divine entity, but the very fabric of reality itself.

---

The Revenant continued to reel from the incoming attacks, as reports poured in from all across the Battlefield. "The arrival of the Tria has altered the balance of the fight in our favor." The Shipboard AI reported. "Lunatea has reported that she is contending with the Boarders, and should have them removed shortly."

Admiral Grayson held the bridge of his nose, as the ship shook once more.

"Additionally, Azure Heights is secure, they're setting up a forward base now." The AI Added. "Casualties are approaching unacceptable, however, I won't have definitive numbers until the fighting has stopped, and we can tally our dead."

---

With the distortion field around the Tria, she was switching into a defensive posture rather quickly. The Drones were left to harass the enemy while Orlin focused his concentration on defending the ship.

The enemy Fleet began to unleash it's torrential firepower upon the shield, however, the Revenant's barrier held strong, incoming ordinance was caught in the lensing effect, and transported to a random point in the fabric of space. Some emerged on the other end of the field, others were transported to alternate realities, alternate dimensions.

As each seed jumped into the internal hallways of the Alteran ship and detonated, the Tria rocked violently, and Orlin was thrown from his chair. Powerful dampening fields were thrown up a nanosecond after the release of energy was detected, and the explosive force was contained and redirected.

Several vents of energy opened up along the ships, spewing out raw energy that had been redirected from the explosions, but the Tria remained largely intact, with smoke and fire billowing out from six points in it's hull.

The moment the Aerial assets jumped out, the young McGregor released his breath in an audible sigh, and lurched forward, blood trickling from his nose.

Both barriers around the Tria and the Revenant collapsed, while Orlin climbed onto his hands and knees.

"Gods my head.." He muttered, as the AI Alerted the young McGregor to damage across several key systems. The ship had begun to lose power, and with it altitude.

It listed to the side as it came out of the clouds, the lights had gone out, and only the light of the skies peered through the window.

The Tria listed even more, before it began to descend in an uncontrolled spiral, it missed the Reverence by several hundred feet, leaving a trail of smoke as it careened past the Assault carrier, which had began to climb in altitude.

Coming through the clouds, the fires of Westeria filled the view, as the Tria began to descend, to those on the ground it had parted the clouds, and all 3.5km of the disabled ship came careening down towards Azure heights.

The AI Had warned Orlin to brace for Impact, and in that time the young McGregor strapped himself into the Command chair.

Blast doors closed over the Bridge window, and Impact was likely inevitable.
 
as written by Script

Nathaniel reacted inhumanly quickly, swinging his sword downwards to intercept the adept's strike. As the Seraph's Palm met their Calx blade, a powerful shockwave burst outwards from the two weapons as the two celestial energies clashed. The force of it drove him back several feet, but the blade held.

There was no ground to be gained duelling this figure here.

Nathaniel extended his senses in search for another area in the ship of relative closeness, with a high concentration of people, and vanished from the hallway in a burst of light, teleporting to wherever that was.
 
as written by barney_fife

When Nathanial teleported, the strange blue and white War Adept didn't hesitate in giving chase. As soon as the Seraph emerged from his teleportation he would be on the internal sensors of the ship, and the strange adept would teleport immediately after.

Appearing in a nearby barracks complex that was being evacuated, Nathaniel would find a target rich environment. But a split second after he appeared, the blue and white war adept teleported in hot on his trail. They flashed in behind him, and took a sideways slash with their calx blade while scientists and engineers alike tried to duck out of the way.

If Nathaniel managed to block the swipe, another shockwave was produced, but the Calx blade was adapting, with each impact with the celestial energies the calx would send a powerful feedback wave.

When the adept finished one attack, it pressed for another, and another, teleporting instantly with the Seraph, in and around him at random intervals, to levy an attack.

The goal was to drive him back, either by tiring him, or forcing him to realize that the battle was fruitless. By keeping him busy, the Aschen could divert precious resources keeping the Reverence from plummeting to the surface.
 
as written by Script

Nathaniel met the adept's strikes blow for blow, those strikes he didn't catch with his sword rebounding off the palm of his free hand, briefly displaying a glowing gauntlet with each impact. But he wasn't gaining ground here. He was being handled - kept busy, and prevented from doing the damage he set out to do.

He was wasting time. He'd do more good on the ground at this point.

Nathaniel disappeared once more in a flash of light, this time back to his original boarding point where he still had the signature of the demoness he'd boarded with pinpointed. When he appeared, he grabbed hold of the hilt of the weapon she had transformed into before she had time to react. In the next instant, he vanished once more, attempting to depart the reverence entirely and blink down to the city below, Valathae in tow.

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Meanwhile...

As Orlin's ship descended towards the city, there seemed to be nothing that could stop it. Millions of people looked up in horror as its bulk dropped with alarming speed towards them.

As it fell, however, something else occurred. The very earth across the city centre began to shake as though struck by an earthquake. The titan of nature within Azure Parks had risen once more, and turned her eyes skywards.

Her arms were extended towards the descending ship, and with the suddenness of a gunshot, the ground in dozens of spots across the city burst asunder. Concrete gave way to life, as vast tree trunks exploded from the ground and speared towards the falling ship. Branches spread outwards hundreds of meters as they rose, creating canopies that shrouded entire districts from the sun.

The trees pulsed with the same radiant power that flowed through the titan herself, and it was as though Valore itself had reached out to catch the ship that descended toward Westeria. High above the tallest skyscrapers of the city, the trees readied to catch the titanic ship, their thick foliage forming a cushioning shroud over the city.
 
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