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Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa
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|Subject Post 1Subject: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa Thu Aug 03, 2017 9:15 pm|| |
Moroi was irritated. Adam and his little band of gangly misfits were not supposed to move on Vastime this quickly. Moroi did not know if Adam knew more of the plan than Moroi was led to believe he did or if Adam was simply just remarkably impulsive and landed to fall right in line with that man's designs through sheer coincidence, but regardless this incursion with Vastime is way ahead of schedule. If this haphazard incursion got them all killed then all of the plotting would have been entirely for naught. Even still, Moroi was tasked with making the most out of a bad situation. Their trip to Vastime was going to be for a very specific purpose and Moroi was determined to accomplish that purpose all the same and, thankfully, Adam and his band of terrorists should be causing enough chaos all on their own.
Vastime had been on That Man's radar for quite some time and using Adam to "attack" them had always been something on his docket. Moroi did not know the full breadth of the plan, though he could speculate, but That Man had Moroi study Vastime somewhat in depth. Moroi was as much an expert on the nation as you could possibly be without actually being a ranking officer. As such, he knew the best way to hit them was to interrupt communication. Vastime was renowned less for its individual fighters and more for their capacity to work together and for the military might of the nations rank and file soldiers. The best way to turn an army in to an aimless band was to interrupt their communications.
The bigger hitters among the Vastime should be drawn elsewhere, Adam's allies could rival Moroi in terms of shear scope of energy and that in and of itself should be a big enough deterrent to pull them away from the area. Moroi was not interested in attempting to topple all of Vastime in Djibouti, he'd leave that aspiration to Adam or at the very least save that for later. He'd accomplish That Man's objective first, then he'd worry about the Monsuta's objective. Intializing system diagnostic…
Checking Utility Modules…………………………..Ready
System Diagnostic Complete
Booting Mission Parameters…
1.) Priority--->Render facility inoperable.
2.) Priority--->Secure Data Package
3.) Maintain cover as Monsuta incursion.
Moroi watched the information scroll down his HUD as he sat, snug and comfortable, inside the Sankishin Susano’o as the suit hurtled through the air. He had done snatch and grabs like this before. In the chaos the others were causing and the damage that was undoubtedly occurring all over the territory, it was not especially likely that the bulk of Vastime's forces would be able to react to him nor should they even notice just one communication depot going dark. Besides...on top of that they were humans. While in the world of Spirits and Monsters, Moroi would most closely resemble human, but on the same spectrum an ape would most closely resemble a human as well. Moroi’s people inherently process information ten times quicker than other generic members of any known species. The capacity the boy’s brain possessed very completely outstripped almost everything in the known world and it was a point of pride to the boy, almost to the point where he genuinely considered himself, and his people, to be an advanced evolution of humanity, comparing himself and his family to the rest of the humans as they would compare themselves to the apes.
His HUD flashed as a beep radiated through his helmet. He was approaching his target. It was not a large facility, one of the smaller ones in the area, but it had a direct uplink to the main Djibouti communication relay which, in turn, had a direct uplink throughout all of Vastime. Once he was inside that network it would be a simple matter to completely destabilize the entire communication network of the Vastime in Djibouti and use that as a smokescreen for what he was really after. The facility had come in to view and Moroi, locking on to one of the Human Soldier's reishi signatures, acquired his target and gently shifted his position in the air, mapping out the perfect trajectory to make his grand entrance, his hand reaching behind him to grab hold of Ookami, it had begun.
The Soldier did not stand a chance. What was serene quiet one moment was suddenly the exact opposite as a ton of steel and metal crashed through the roof of the building, straight down, gigantic sword first, debris second, on top of the soldier’s head. The crash from the crater forming impact could undoubtedly be heard across the installation, booming like thunder as a cloud of dust and red mist quickly flooded the compound, casting the Soldiers present in the building into a panic. Soldiers all around came out of the woodwork, leveling their energy weapons on to Moroi as they scrambled to react to him. Eight weapons leveled and as soon as they did, eight streams of energy blasted through the windows as Moroi's funnels circled, eight holes forming in the assailants heads as they were gunned down through the walls and the windows. The others started to react, drawing swords, guns, and pointing them all at Moroi, it didn’t matter. Moroi was too heavy for stealth, every step he took was followed by a resounding crash of metal on concrete and he had no help of ever achieving his objective with subterfuge, at least not the sneaky kind, but he was more than able to capitalize on the fear of the feeble minded and instead of trying to be quiet, Moroi decided to be as loud as possible, crashing in to everything as he moved and filling their world with the noise of the death that was coming to them as blasts of Reishi filled the area and the humans scrambled in a frantic effort to get their bearings and level an attack back on Moroi as his funnels picked people off through the very walls...and one of them did. The second one of them managed to track Moroi down and reach him through the hail of fire punching through the building and leaping at him with massive battle axe in hands and...he was immediately run through with Ookami, the gigantic sword leaving a giant chasm in his chest before the Wareyasui kicked him off the blade. Immediately, two of his friends pounced toward his location, Vastime seemingly having some Shinigami in their ranks, angrily swinging their Zanpakutō at the metal man. Moroi stabbed Ookami into the ground in front of the man's swing,the first Shinigami’s attack being tantamount to a child angrily smacking a wiffleball bat off a flag post.
Simultaneously, Moroi’s right arm swung out, catching inside the other Shinigami’s swinging arm and the sheer impact from the heavy metal audibly crushed the bone. The man’s cries of pain flushed through the air before being quickly silenced by the second hammer fist collided with his temple, killing him instantly. As his partner tried to recover from being blocked solely by a planted sword, his follow up strike was caught in Moroi’s hand, the metal monster holding the weaker Shinigami's Zanpakutō as if it were a stick before wrenching it free from his hands and closing his free hand around his neck and pinning him up against a wall, choking the life from him.
It was then that the last soldier in the building, the sole Quincy assigned there, desperate for an opening and as the dust settled, he thought he saw it. The final hybrid leveled his hand at the back of Moroi’s head, parallel to his raised victim, and fired his Heilig Pfil...before being surprised at Moroi immediately moving his head to the side. The blast of Reishi went right past his opponent and crashed directly into his friend’s head. Leaving nothing but half of a building and his friend’s now headless body in its wake. Moroi released what remained of the Shinigami and slowly, ominously turned around toward the now, very much so, panicking Quincy as he desperately leveled a second arrow. Moroi raised his right hand, his brain mapping his opponent’s trajectory exactly, and as the blast left him, it crashed in to Moroi’s hand and immediately disappeared, but not as it were blocked...as if it were absorbed straight in to the suit. The metal man walked, nonchalantly, straight through the barrage of arrows, closing the distance between him and his assailant in a matter of seconds before his hand closed around the Quincy's, a sickening crunch echoing through the area as Moroi crushed every bone in his hand. The boy silently contemplating the sickening creature below him, pleading for its life. “I surrender! I surrender! Don’t kill me please...please just...just don’t kill me…”
Objectives:"Mercy...is not a mission parameter."
1.) Priority--->Render facility inoperable.
2.) Priority--->Secure Data Package
3.) Maintain cover as Monsuta incursion.
With that, Moroi placed one of the Sankishin’s hands over top the quivering, crying, pleading Quincy's face and slowly gathered Chi to the palm of the suit, the expunger module funneling the Chi in place as the creature’s eyes slowly died away as fear and panic took them, making him look more and more human with each passing second. A gut wrench of revulsion shook through Moroi as a beam of energy fired from Moroi’s hand and blew straight through the Quincy's head and neck, incinerating him on the spot. As Moroi dropped the body to the ground and walked back toward Ookami, his eyes scanned the area for any potential survivors and on the outset her saw none. It seemed he was correct and most of the heavy hitters had been drawn to the Monsuta's actions Fortunately, or unfortunately given how surprisingly bloodthirsty Moroi was finding himself on this fine day, he still had a job to do while they did theirs. Moroi wrapped the hand of the Sankishin around Ookami's handle and hefted the massive weapon from the ground as the funnels tore through the windows and attached onto the back of the massive metal behemoth as he sheathed his massive sword. Moroi turned, not a spec of dust on his silvery white veneer, as he turned away from the scene of utter carnage behind him and walked through the facility.
Finding the communications room was not especially difficult, Vastime was a regimented country with a focus on discipline...it did not afford them a lot of creativity when it came to architecture. There were two officers in the room, both relieved of their lives with two quick heavy snaps of his wrists, caving open their faces and splattering the walls opposite him in their blood. Moroi, stepped in to the now vacant spot between them Moroi brought the Sankishin's wrist up to his face and popped a small drive out of the compartment and plugged it in to the slot. His program should act quickly as it would rifle through the necessary information that it could find and then once the target had been acquired, it would proceed to cripple the communication network in Djibouti with a virus. He supposed he was lucky he wasn't dealing with the Yuudeshi, he doubted even he could write a the appropriate programs and viruses to take them on directly, at least not without considerably more research. The direct link between the drive and his HUD would download the necessary information into a quarantined drive in his suit. Once it was done, well, he did not have much need for this place anymore. Still, he did not have time for a full purge of the facility, reinforcements should arrive soon. Perhaps he should go and greet them.
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa Fri Aug 04, 2017 9:31 pm|| |
Artist: Future World Music - Song: A Hero Will Rise - Word Count: 2,469
Steiner had dressed in his best clothes, well he should correct himself in that capacity, he had bought a set of fancy clothes to return to Japan as the assistant of Chifuyu Yuudeshi. Standing in front of a mirror in his hotel room which had been given to him by Chifuyu, Steiner evaluated himself, and went over every visible last detail of the suit he was wearing to insure that the suit was in tip top condition for when he arrived back to HQ for debriefing and of course given his first orders. He had to look appropriate now, he wasn't just representing himself, but the Vanguard, and even more so he was representing the young lady known as Chifuyu Yuudeshi and he didn't want to shame her with his appearance. He looked his best, he had the right mentality, and all seemed well in the world as he adjusted his tie while getting one final look at himself in the mirror before grinning. "That is professional looking enough, I hope. Hopefully it will impress my new boss with how much effort I am putting into representing her well.
", Steiner said to himself as he went to go pick up hid duffel bag which he had been packing for the trip back to HQ all morning. He made sure to once again check if he packed everything. He didn't want to leave behind anything essential after all!
As he was about to head out and make his way to the airport where he would surely meet Chifuyu and make their way to Vanguard HQ where they could discuss his role for the future, their was a sudden earth shaking explosion. Steiner stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face as he desperately looked around for what exactly had happened as the lights flickered for a second and then turned completely off. Looking out the far right window of his hotel room Steiner's eyes caught glimpse of what had been the site of a massive explosion. The streets were filled with Vastime citizens running around in confusion, soldiers trying to make heads or tails of the situation, and among them were people wearing dark or shady clothing. They were armed and marching with purpose, letting loose on the Vastime soldiers, and terrorizing the citizens below by opening fire at them, mowing down a few as they did so.
There was not an ounce of hesitation in Steiner Franz's body as he marched over to his packed duffel bag and began to unpack multiple weapons. Throwing knives which he would put in his coat pocket, a set of large combat knives which he clipped the sheathes and the blades to his belt, and on his back the new Soul forged Blade he had gained during his trip to Russia. He was ready for combat and without much in the way of thinking about his own safety, rushed out the room, and rapidly descended the only stair case leading down to the main hall which would take him out to the streets. Once in the main hall the horror became real to him, people were dragging those who were injured into the main hall, and a few soldiers outside were letting loose some shots at the men in the streets who were causing this trouble. Steiner scanned the injured, making sure that none were in too critical conditions, and then made his way out into the streets which were basically a war zone at this point and time.
Miniature explosions riddled the streets as Vastime soldiers tried to either fight their enemies which were coming out of the wood works or assist in trying to maintain some form of order as they helped people escape to safety. Mostly it was fighting, but that was because Vastime was a place of military excellence, and not a place where people actually fought for each other. No, that role belonged to the Vanguard, and Steiner was already on the move. He moved through a kill zone, dodging and weaving to reach the other side of the street from the hotel where a bunch of citizens lay pinned down behind a group of Vastime soldiers who were shooting at the unknown enemy that was closing the distance gap. Steiner paid no heed to the soldiers, they were trained for this, he was more concerned for the lives of the innocent people who were being forced into this conflict with no thought being given to their safety. "Okay...I'm gonna get you guys to the hotel over there! There is a group of people inside and some soldiers who will protect you there. You just have to follow me when I start to move, alright?
", Steiner shouted over the intense gun fire and yells of the soldiers too embroiled in their conflict to realize just what was going on a few meters behind them.
The people nodded their head, some of them were too scared to even speak, and Steiner knew that look all too well. It was the look of someone who was confused, shocked, and outright lost as to what was going on around them. They probably wondered why this was happening and Steiner was in the same boat as them in that regard as he had no idea just who these terrorists were. But that was a question for another time. There was some people that needed to be saved and every second spent in a conflict hot spot was another opportunity for somebody who had no military training to lose their life. Steiner reached into his pocket, procuring a single throwing knife and looked at the nearing enemy soldiers, he took aim, and then with a fluid motion tossed the knife at an enemy who was rearing back with a grenade in his hand. If this had been the Steiner of a few months ago, this knife would have never met its' mark, but the Steiner of now, the pupil of Mirja, the representative of Chifuyu Yuudeshi, well he was a completely different type of hero all together.
The knife sailed true, impaling the man's wrist, and causing him to whiff his throw. Steiner could almost see the absolute look of surprise in the man's face as he saw the grenade land only maybe a yard in front of him as he shouted at his comrades to duck and cover behind something to keep themselves safe. Steiner waited a few seconds, preparing the people behind him by simply stating the words: "Get ready to run.
" It was after Steiner had finished saying this that the grenade went off, causing debris, and smoke to billow all about in random directions, obscuring the vision of both the enemy and the allied soldiers who didn't even react as Steiner waved for the civilians to book it to the hotel as quickly as possible. They didn't need to be told twice as they rushed to the hotel, Steiner waited for the last of them to rush over to the hotel before he once again played frogger with the bullets of his enemy before he joined the civilians in the main hall of the hotel again.
"What the hell is going on out there, solider!?
", Steiner shouted at one of the few soldiers in the main hall who glanced at him and almost immediately dismissed him. "Tell me what the hell is going on, right now!? These people are in danger, so start speaking up!
", Steiner shouted as he walked closer to a cluster of soldiers who seemed to be talking in hushed whispers as to avoid being overheard by anyone. "We need to initiate an evacuation protocol and move as many civilians out of here as possible. I would suggest we...
", Steiner stated as he finally joined the cluster of soldiers, one in soldier in particular who had a few stripes signifying him as a commanding officer of sorts laughed him off. "We are Vastime, we don't retreat. These people knew what they were getting into when they joined our great nation.
", the soldier in charge spoke with conviction and Vastime propaganda rather eloquently. "Besides, there is no glory in running away, we would all much rather stay and fight.
", he spoke once again and Steiner surveyed that not all of these people were on board with that madness.
"Listen, I don't know what sort of fucking propaganda they pound into your head in basic, but when I was trained by the Vanguard we were taught to always save civilian lives first. That was our primary objective no matter what. You want to go out there like a glory seeker, be my guest, but don't drag innocent people into your suicide mission, just look around you. You have what? Maybe ten...twenty soldiers at best? Some are injured, most are without some form of weapon to fight with. This is absolutely absurd and you know it, so stop acting like some kind of bad ass in front of your boys because you are leading them to their deaths, and dragging these people down with you.
", Steiner spoke out in irritation as he gestured to the people who were unarmed and untrained for emphasis as to what was going on. "Now listen here you Vanguard bi...
", the man in charge was interupted by another soldier, this one more friendly, and much more understanding of what Steiner was speaking of. "We can't do anything, communications are down so we can't call for reinforcements, and we are pinned down here with very little forces of our own to play around with. We can't reach the communication depot with the people we have and we can't send anyone because even a few soldiers would vastly weaken our ability to defend this area.
", Steiner listened to him closely as the commanding officer glared at the soldier who had spoken up. He was clearly unhappy with the situation being revealed to someone he viewed himself as being superior to.
"Alright then, only one choice....give me directions to the communication depot, once there I will be able to re-establish communications in this area, and you all can get the help you so direly need.
", Steiner said with an absolutely serious tone. The soldiers who didn't take him seriously laughed, but Steiner was absolutely dead serious, and the one soldier who had leveled with him seemed to get that. He reached into his side pocket on his military fatigues, grabbing what looked like a map of the area around them, and proceeded to walk Steiner through what looked like a very complicated bum rush through hostile territory to head toward the communication depot. "There is no telling how many of those enemies are out there and even worse we don't know in what type of shape the communication depot is in...still this is our best shot, I suppose.
", the soldier said as he finished his explanation much to the other soldier's chagrin. Steiner nodded, realizing that there was a lot more at stake than just his life here. No, this mission he was about to undergo would be what decided the fate of a great deal of people within this area, and in that regard he could not fail and would not fail.
Without a further word necessary, Steiner began to walk toward the door, and watched the intense gun fight occurring before him before as both sides refused to back down. He needed to get to the communication depot, but before he could a stranger walked up to him holding a brief case of some kind. "Miss Yuudeshi wanted to make sure you took this with you, Mr. Franz. Its a prototype battle suit with a cutting edge AI and its functionality will be useful in reaching the depot with unnecessary conflict.
", the man said, clearly some kind of assistant to Chifuyu who had got caught here when the conflict had began. "Please resolve this conflict so that we can all go home.
", he said as he handed the brief case to Steiner who stared at it for a moment before nodding his head in acceptance of the gift. Steiner opened the briefcase and his eyes lit up in wonder before he stated: "Bad ass...
The depot had seen better days, filled with the dead who had met Moroi earlier in combat, and almost eerily enough completely abandoned as most of the personnel who had operated the communication systems had evacuated the moment that things had gone haywire. It was through the very hole that Moroi had arrived through earlier that a single being armored in a bad ass prototype armor landed calmly on the tiled floor of the depot. For a few seconds the eerie silence that had once made this place sound like a tomb returned, only to be quickly replaced by the voice of the Hero of Honor talking to the AI inside of the suit: "Looks like you got me here in one piece, Cyrus. Still, I don't think I will ever be used to flight.
" Mr. Franz I do believe this ill advised, we have no idea what has happened here or if the enemy is still around.
The AI, Cyrus, spoke to him from inside his own head as the nanites in his body were connected directly to the AI of the suit which allowed him communication and a HUD of his own. "I know that, but we have to reestablish communications to get these people caught in this blood bath out, so...how about a little less lip and a little more scanning?
", Steiner said as he rebuked the idea of running away that Cyrus had given him.
The AI listened and followed instructions as it did a multi-layered scan, checking for vitals, electrical signals, and different varying types of energy sources in a matter of moments. It seemed as though the processing power of this particular suit was astronomically above any sort of personal computer Steiner had ever used or seen, but then again this suit had been built by the genius Chifuyu after all. I am detecting a rather large energy signal coming from the main hub room, I would advise caution.
The AI spoke to Steiner again as he ignored the warning once more. People were dying and he didn't have time to just wait for someone stronger to come and save the day. These people needed help and they were going to get it! He walked by several corpses and began to make his way to the hub room, making sure to be ready for the absolute worst. "I can't fail...no matter what the obstacle.
", he said to himself as a sense of dread washed over him as he entered the hub room to do what he had set out to do: Save people.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa Sat Aug 05, 2017 10:22 pm|| |
Yaksha, The Anthropophagus
Mere moments had passed since Steiner had left, before a hideous, almost painful-looking blotch appeared in the middle of the air, expanding with a speed that one normally only expected to see from a truly malignant presence; a tumor or a virus, co-opting everything good it ran across, and perverting it to a new purpose. And indeed, as each of the soldiers present stared at it, they rose their weapons, aiming directly at the swirling vortex of energy, hands trembling ever so slightly."Bloody hell, I -knew- it! This is Shadow Fall's doing! That's a bloody garganta. Get ready boys, we're about to get messy. Today's a good day to die!""Really? How do you figure? Is it the humidity? I've always considered days like this good days to go for a walk, honestly."
This voice appeared from directly behind the group, as a second garganta had formed, far faster and with less theatricality of the other. The thing standing in front of them was...almost unsettling in its banality, from the whiteness of its teeth to the bright, pleasant green hue to its eyes. There was no hollow hole to be found, no mask fragment, not even the faintest whiff of hollow taint on the man standing in front of them. He began to brush at one sleeve absentmindedly, the other hand resting by his side, as he leaned forward in a faintly rolling bow."I will be your reinforcements for the day. You can just call me Ajita.""Be quiet, monster! We won't be fooled by your blabbering! You're with the enemy, and that means we won't accept your surrender, or your treachery, or whatever it is you're offering!"
Yaksha rose, inhaling slowly, and folding his hands over his chest. He rolled his eyes slightly, but closed his eyes and began to inhale, slowly, several times. As he did, he rose a hand in front of him, fingers splaying outwards slowly; several shots rang out, several projectiles fired...only to be whisked away by another portal, approximately the size of Yaksha's head. He spoke, in the sickly-sweet, icy polite tones of someone who was -very angry- and trying hard not to show it."Is there anyone more reasonable I can talk with? I need you to debrief me before I can lend aid. Are there civilians in need of evacuation? Is there a sniper or some similar unknown element that you need clear access to? Tell me -what is going on here- so I can help.""Don't be deceived, brothers! The devil takes many forms! He will surely destroy us the first opportun-"
Yaksha took one long step forward, one hand clamping down on the neck of the offending speaker, other hand extending a single finger and pressing it forcefully against his lips. There were two or three seconds of shocked silence, and half-hearted thrashing, before his eyes widened, and he began to squeal, clawing at his neck and flailing, blisters forming on his lips and flesh where Yaksha touched.
This went on for ten, twenty seconds, before the man began to faintly froth and twitch, only to be released by Yaksha, landing on his ass and crawling away at speed, rubbing at his mouth over and over, and whimpering like a singed pup."Situation."
His arms spread out, as if to encompass everything around them, or show his increasingly frustrated methods of communication, before pointing at one soldier in particular, and then crooking a finger."You. Tell me. What do you have going on?""...We're trying to hold down this area and keep the innocents protected. There were a lot of non-combatants in the area when the attack started.""Nearby safehouse?""About three blocks down. It would be suicide to get them there.""Direction. Physical description.""Brick and mortar. Should have a small banner hung above the door by now. Metal door. High-quality. Three sniper windows. It's...to the east."
Yaksha rose a single finger once more, hand gently raking down the air and forming another roiling black-and-purple curtain, shoving his head through it. There was the sound of gunfire, distant and muffled as if over a telephone, and the soldiers watched in stunned silence for almost thirty seconds before Yaksha retracted his head, several bullet graze wounds quite obvious, and just as obviously closing, as he gestured towards them."Three people posted at seven o clock as soon as you step through. Two at eleven o clock. Two more laying down suppressing fire, out in the open. As soon as you step through, secure the location, and get the civilians through. I'll give you a thirty second window.""...Thanks. Should probably help the kid after that.""Name and physical description.""Steiner Franz. Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin. Real babyfaced. Headed off to the communications depot to get it back online.""Mmmm. I'll take it from here. You did your job, soldiers. At this point, it's time to leave it to the experts."
He clapped both hands together, weaving them in a complicated latticework that looked like it should've been impossible for anyone with actual jointed fingers, and then pulling them apart in a flourish that left both hands by his waist, and a shimmering doorway, roughly six feet tall, sitting in front of them."It's unstable. Don't reach your hands out, don't trip. If you're in there after 30 seconds, you're going to be the Dangai's problem. The dangai deals poorly with anomalies."
He inhaled slowly, chest expanding as he did, head turning towards the communications depot, and hand kneading against his forehead."Hopefully this is my last portal for a good few minutes. Starting to give me a headache, keeping all these threads intact."
He touched a hand against the air, wiping across it as if he were cleaning a glass window; as if the air itself were smudges, it vanished bit by bit, as he ran his palm back and forth, over and over, creating a picture-perfect vision of the supply depot...and then inside. He picked a room at random, stepping into it, and then leaning down near the corpse of one of the downed soldiers, touching a hand against their brow."I'm certain each of you died wishing nothing more than to see this place protected. I'll make you a deal, then. If I'm not able to fulfill your dying wish, then I'll be leaving this place famished. I would greatly appreciate it if one of you would offer yourselves up to help me...take the edge off. It'll give me a fighting chance to get your revenge for you. And it'll prevent me from becoming a problem for you."
He then inhaled one last time, cracking his neck this way and that, and beginning to hum. It was a slow, foreboding tone, the sort of thing one would expect to hear when facing down a monster of unfathomable power and purpose. A killing machine, if Yaksha was any judge."Hold your ground, Franz. And hope that you're not so delicious I get distracted."
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|Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa Sun Aug 06, 2017 7:22 am|| |
Since that fateful day in Sichuan province, nothing had been the same for one Jian Yijun. Not only had his ancestral relationship with Liu Bei been revealed, but his entire reality had been flipped upside down. For as long as the Chinese youth could remember, his parents had raised him to prioritize what could only be described as the most mundane, uninteresting aspects of life. Though not meant to stifle him these childhood lessons were supposed to craft Kai into a successful man who wouldn't have to deal with the worries most people had in the forefront of their minds. To his parents personal prosperity meant being an executive at some mid-range electronics company. Twenty four years, the length of practically the young man's entire life, had been shattered in the span of one to two hours in China, a land he had not stepped in over a decade. Now Kai wanted to become strong, strong enough to protect not just his friends and family but everyone in the entire world. No longer satisfied with just the thrill of adventure, he now sought to actively fight against all those standing in opposition to peace and goodness.
On the morning of 3 July 2417, Kai found himself flitting about in the halls of Nidzen Corp.'s African branch, a quaint little office building in the nation Djibouti. Having recently created a reliable track record as NC's liaison to various vendors, consumers, and business partners Kai was almost always at the top of the list when it came to sending a manager around the globe. Though the travel itself was a bit glamorous as he had now been on over twenty of these trips, allowing him to "see the world", Kai cared more about the potential adventures lying in wait. Whether this meant Kai would experience life or death situations or just meet unique people and witness incredible environments didn't matter to him, all that mattered was he was doing something. Unfortunately since waking up bright at early at six in the morning, the only thing Kai was experiencing was dreadful boredom. With Nidzen Corp. currently in the process of buying out a nearby product distributor, Kai was stuck in meetings all day.
About mid-day after a particularly mind-numbing number-crunching meeting with what was essentially a group of accountants, Kai practically sprinted to the five story-tall building's roof to get some fresh air. Kai closed his eyes and stood still as the sun's rays beat down on his skin and the coolness of a breeze ruffled his hair, breathing a sigh of relief. If I was stuck in there any longer I would've killed myself... he thought to himself, reflecting on the day thus far. Shooting open, Kai's eyes were immediately directed toward the mobile phone he'd drawn from an inner pocket. The handheld device was buzzing and blinking repeatedly as the words EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY scrolled across its screen. Looking around Kai didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, yet this was a direct command from Djibouti's military. Suddenly a bright flash followed by the roar of explosions appeared in his peripheral vision. Once this happened in the exact opposite direction Kai was able to accurately guess the area was under attack, a conclusion only reinforced by the appearance of various military vehicles clearly not native to Africa.
Stepping up to the street-facing edge of the building's roof, Kai took in the scene quickly unfolding before his very eyes. Large armored vehicles and soldiers dressed in foreign military uniforms were quickly overrunning what little defense the Vastime forces were able to put up. Somehow this invading body had been able to avoid detection until the very last second, taking their victims by surprise. Frozen, Kai watched as innocent civilians and brave warriors were mowed down by the incursion occurring around him. Do something! Don't just stand there, take the fight to them! Knowing he had a responsibility to protect those who could not protect themselves, Kai whipped out his handheld storage device and, after pressing a small button on the end, summoned forth a large guandao in his right hand. With a look of confidence spread across his face, Kai leapt from the building and rocketed toward the ground, impaling the cement with the broad end of Erphtal. This impact culminated in an explosion of brilliant green fire which promptly coated and burned everything around Kai, taking down multiple enemy soldiers in the process. Kai followed up by drawing his weapon from the ground and swinging it in a wide sweeping motion, sending forth more flames to engulf his foes.
The screams of the burning and wounded rang out around Kai, yet he continued on. Rushing forward, Kai's gaze was now set on a large vehicle with multiple cannons and arms attached causing mass destruction to the surrounding buildings. Before the primary cannon could shoot the Nidzen Corp. branch, Kai had already slammed Erphtal's large blade into the vehicle's bonnet, carving through the machine like a hot knife through butter. As he turned and ran, Kai formed and threw a ball of verdant flames into the now-vulnerable innards of the vehicle, resulting in a street-wide explosion encompassing all the nearby enemy soldiers. With this location now clear Kai launched himself into the sky using a burst of green fire under his feet, landing him square on top of a partially destroyed building to give him a better view of the region. Squinting, Kai could just barely make out what seemed to be a man-sized meteor crashing into a government complex a decent ways away. Something tells me something big is gonna go down there.
With an objective now in mind, Kai began making his way toward the series of buildings surrounded by large communications arrays currently being torn up by an unknown assailant. This however meant he had to pass directly through an ongoing fire-fight between the invading and defending military forces, a complication which would deter most other individuals in Kai's position. Instead Kai gladly ran face first into the thunderdome, only determination twinkling in his brown-black eyes. A particularly dangerous area being swarmed by enemies was being defended by Vastime soldiers currently protecting a group of citizens taking refuge in an underground subway station. Without hesitation Kai switched to his Ranger Stance, replacing his guandao with a beautiful jade and gold bow. From the rooftop, Kai created and shot a matching arrow directly at a clump of Monsuta foot soldiers, causing an inferno of green flames to engulf them entirely. Immediately Kai jumped forward to another building, firing three more explosive arrows in the process.
With over a dozen enemies eliminated in the area and the nearby civilians safe for now, Kai continued toward his destination with renewed vigor. Wanting to slow down on his energy consumption Kai switched to firing arrows without infusing them with his Jade Dragon's Flames, focusing more on precise aim than widely spread damage. After a few minutes more minutes of sprinting across rooftops and firing arrows at unsuspecting enemies as he ran, Kai finally reached the location he'd been heading toward. Within the time spent moving to the communications center much of the complex had been damaged with wide holes torn through various walls. Making his way inside, Kai ignored the ominousness of dead soldiers littered throughout the long halls he sprinted through. One thing was for sure: Whoever, or whatever, had done this was on a different level from anything Kai had faced so far. Turning a corner, Kai just barely glimpsed someone running ahead of him. Following the individual, Kai eventually discovered two people, one he hadn't met and the other being the strange man he'd been introduced to in Vegas, facing what seemed to be a cyborg or robot wielding a tremendous blade the size of Erphtal. Aiming an arrow directly at the machine-like behemoth surrounded by the blood of its victims, Kai shouted out to them all. "What on Earth is going on?! Are you friend or foe?"
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|Subject Post 5Subject: Re: Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa Sun Aug 06, 2017 11:19 am|| |
The reinforcements that came were...less than impressive. As Moroi walked out of the communication's room, the little progress bar on his HUD ticking upward with each step, he let two of the funnels flow out from his back armor, detaching from the metal behemoth. The remote weapons hovered in the air, lingering behind him a few paces as he walked back in to the room that now seemed to be as much blood as it was metal. It was amidst that scene of carnage that Moroi set his "eyes" on his first adversary for the evening and he immediately felt a gut wrenching wave of utter repulsion. Did this man have an Akagai? No, no Wareyasui would craft something so crude as the...armor...the person had adorned. Were humans trying to replicate Wareyasui technology? Probably not, they kept their secrets, including their existence, relatively close to the chest. Besides that, it was not just technology, the actual technique involved in piloting an Akagai was something considerably beyond what the monkeys should be capable of. No, it was probably just a combat suit with limited actual potential. Even still, breaking it in to little pieces sounded oddly satisfying a prospect.
Then there was another one, this one proving to be a little bemusing. A hollow had come to Vastime's defense or was it simply here scavenging off of the fresh corpses? The latter felt more likely until it communicated with the man in the tin can, apparently known as Franz. Was this Hollow off the reservation and working for Vastime? He supposed it was technically possible, if a little confusing, but it did not make a whole hell of a lot of difference to Moroi. Adding another corpse to the hall was the end result regardless of what species it is. Moroi reached around behind his back and grasped the handle of Ookami, the faceless panel that was his face seeming to glare ahead and paying no heed whatsoever to where the two of them were actually standing. The energy output from the Hollow was considerably greater than the Human, perhaps that why it was using such a crude piece of machinery to supplement his rather pathetic energy output. It was what made the most sense.
A third voice broke through, this one also not exactly dressed in the typical Vastimian garb. He was attracting a lot of attention from people outside of Vastime. That in and of itself was...somewhat perplexing. Why? The monkey in a suit he could buy as being tied to Vastime, such crude workmanship seemed like something they'd craft, but the other two very clearly were not. The third one, a human, was wearing clothes too nice to be Vastime and definitely not suited for combat. Plus, the bow he was brandishing at Moroi looked considerably too expensive to be a Vastime rank and file soldier. This was another like the Hollow. How had he attracted such a motley crew of rabble. Then again, he supposed fortune was on his side. Vastime would not readily believe a Hollow would actually fight for them and it was difficult to ascertain power level from a corpse. He could leave the Hollow's corpse there and the natural inclination would be to believe the Hollow had done it, effectively removing any suspicion from Moroi. Vastime should have no idea he exists, but even still he had no desire to give them any information that could be traced back to him.
Without so much as a warning, two beams of energy fired from the darkness, Moroi's funnels firing off blasts equivalent to Ceros at the man with the bow and the Hollow, attempting to blow a hole square through the pair of their chests. He doubted it would work, as weak as he considered them to be he doubted they were so inept as to not be able to evade or block such a straight forward attack. The beams of energy would however keep them busy at the very least and that in and of itself was worthwhile for the time being. Independent from the actions of the Funnels however, Moroi's main body snapped forward. With a sense of speed that conventionally would not be expected from a metal behemoth his size, Moroi closed the distance between him and the one that had been called Franz. He did not know why he chose to try and remove him first. The logical answer was to remove the weakest target first but subconsciously it might have been more than that. He wanted to squash the hairless apes imitation of the glory that was the Akagai, remind the creatures just how pathetic they truly were. In a flash Moroi was on top of the boy, his right arm cocked and thrust forward, throwing a punch square at Franz's abdomen with enough force to crumple the armor and throw him backwards. If he did manage to evade this or, somehow, block the force behind Moroi's fist, the hand still on Ookami's sheathe would draw the massive weapon, attempting the intercept his movements and bifurcate the little metal man in two. What fun this would be.
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