cityship: (Meanwhile...)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-12-31 03:38 pm

Siege on the North Pole

Of course, the task entrusted to our beloved heroes of the Meatcrew won't be easily accomplished. They're being watched. Small, robotic Arctic foxes, a product of Macrohard, studies the crew as they come through the portal. They watch the set up; they see them go into the realm of the Holiday Spirit, and leave in their flying cars to spread joy in the world. The portal is left open--this is their chance to strike.

This joy, this happiness, this plan? Unacceptable. These creatures are the surveillance for Macrohard. The crew's plan is out, and this corporation is not pleased. The crew's efforts are threatening Macrohard's dominance of the season, but the most effective tactic isn't fighting the crew--oh no. What they'll do instead is go after the Holiday Spirit itself. There is no other option: the threat must be eliminated, once and for all.

Luckily, Macrohard happens to have access to the most technologically advanced weaponry available. The most dangerous mercenaries are on their payroll. Troops of mecha nutcrackers, cybernetic polar bears, and candy cane-wielding arctic ninjas are on route to the North Pole to finish up the job.

[OOC: These are small teams, so try to keep Infiltration Team in one thread, and try to do a LOT of group threads in the others.]

Re: Fight Stage 1

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2009-12-31 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Typical, mid-winter arctic weather going on here—minus seventy degrees, the blizzard just picked up to a howling maelstrom, visibility is down to zero, and the ice is absolutely cutting. The sun has yet to rise, and it won’t for another few weeks, at best. The landscape is dark and unforgiving. Nothing lives here—nothing dares to live here.

Aeneas was taking a light nap.

He had never left. Not that he didn’t want to go—unlike the humans, who were embarrassed about clothing and other such material items, Aeneas genuinely wanted to spread the good cheer. It was something he’d been looking forward to ever since the mission was described to them in detail. Of course the background was a little odd, what with the ‘transdimentional fatman spirit in a crystal palace’, but that was, again, irrelevant to the goal. Aeneas wanted to help. He wanted to explore. What were the humans like? How did they spend their time in a slightly…more natural environment?

Alas, this all required traveling by flying car (and other assorted means of floating, really fast transportation), something that made Aeneas’s body involuntarily tremble just thinking about, and so he decided to stay behind.

The alien was partially buried in the snow, and otherwise his long fur (which had undergone an interesting transformation upon entering this habitat that made it almost shimmer like rapidly falling snowflakes) blended in perfectly with its surroundings. Aeneas was invisible and perfectly adapted. If there was a better guard for the interdimentional portal, they had yet to show themselves.

…Then again, said better person might not be sleeping on the job. But who exactly did anyone expect to come up here to this hostile place? Hmm? Robot polar bears?

Apparently, yes.

Something big was coming—Aeneas could feel it rumbling through the snow, through his ears pressed against the ice. He jerked upright, fully alert as he scanned his surroundings.

There was…something. Just a slight ripple in the blizzard, moving amorphously; perhaps it was actually many somethings.

Oh this could not be good.

Aeneas sprang to his feet and immediately reached for his comm ring.

//"Anyone? This is Aeneas, I’m at the portal and there is something coming, I am not sure what it is but THEY HAVE LASERS—"

A blast of energy blew away a nearby snowdrift, sending Aeneas flying.

Re: Fight Stage 1

[identity profile] is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Shadow had just returned from delivering gifts. It felt good having to do something like that, even if he wasn't thrilled at having to dress up. Hopping out of the car, his comm ring went off - it was Aeneas. Someone was here.

"Great, just great!" Shadow snapped. That must have been what he heard mentioned by the others. Tossing off his costume, Shadow raced outside to see what was out there. Distracted by the searing cold and the slight lack of visibility, Shadow could barely make out what was out there.

Barely missing some of the energy shots, a grin formed on Shadow's face.

"So... that's how you want to play, huh?" Shadow said. Raising his own comm ring, he sent out a message.

Alessa. Sonic. Any one else. We DO have attackers. Better hurry before I put them down myself.

With that, Shadow charged headlong into battle.
imperious_lex: (Anti-Hero)

Re: Infiltration Team

[personal profile] imperious_lex 2010-01-01 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Rule #1 in any conflict is 'Know Thy Enemy'. So while everyone else is busy out giving gifts, its no wonder that Lex, and a few others curious individuals, have decided to check out the competition. And perhaps knock out a few cogs in this corporate machine while they were there.

Admittedly, Lex's curiosity was more focused on how one business could have a monopoly on nearly every sector of the global economy. Even in his wildest dreams, LuthorCorp would never grow to that size. Such a thing didn't seem possible. It also didn't seem healthy for the global economy, but that was neither here nor there. And he might be just a bit jealous that someone did manage to pull that off.

For now, though, he let the others more skilled at stealth take point. It was late, and the main office it was fairly devoid of staff, save for the usual night crew. It shouldn't be too hard to break in, especially since Lex was able to provide everyone with a map of the interior and schematics of the security system.

How did he get it?

Well, let's just say that while Macrohard might not have any business competition, they did have quite a few enemies. Most of whom weren't terribly hard to find, and all of whom were more than willing to offer their assistance when Lex approached them.
Edited 2010-01-01 01:33 (UTC)

Re: Infiltration Team

[identity profile] gangstageek.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Kind of takes the fun out of it, knowing everything inside the building," Dark Smoke Puncher commented.

Sometimes the ninja, now wearing a santa hat instead of his usual baseball cap, would appear with the team. Of course he was helping with the infiltration. This company was too fishy not to check out. Besides, just working on the cure for the symptoms didn't stop the PROBLEM at all.

...okay, he was hanging around his brother too much.

Re: Infiltration Team

[identity profile] halfa-hero.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"But not knowing might take the life out of us. Who knows whta could be in here?"

Re: Fight Stage 1

[identity profile] ihasvision.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"What the figgy pudding?!" Yeah, Shawn had seen the army/
imperious_lex: (On My Throne)

Re: Infiltration Team

[personal profile] imperious_lex 2010-01-01 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"It also cuts down on wasting time," which is what they were doing right now.

"So if a couple of you would be so inclined to sneak inside and disable the security system so the rest of us can follow," not everyone there was a ninja, after all, "that would be great."

Re: Infiltration Team

[identity profile] halfa-hero.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah yeah. Let's go DSP." Danny said, going invisible and intangible.

Re: Fight Stage 1

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, so Aeneas might be a little more helpful if he isn’t unconscious. Though technically he isn’t—just badly stunned. Either way he can’t do much right now.

Truth be told, Aeneas’s main source of shock came from the realization that this was not at all what he’d signed up for; as if he had a choice in the matter, mind you. But you couldn’t blame the guy for not expecting this to happen. Taking into consideration that they were not only at the north pole, in the middle of a raging blizzard, with absolutely insane temperatures and no light whatsoever, but also that so far Aeneas had never once been physically harmed while serving his time on this ship…the creature really hadn’t been taking things seriously up until now. He had no reason to.

Aeneas hefted himself out of the snow, staggering several times before finally gaining his balance and bearings. The initial laser blast had skimmed his side; his fur was pretty badly charred. At least his injuries were superficial. Aaaaaand there were a lot of enemies and so little of them.

This was probably going to end badly.

Now Aeneas was in no position to take charge (especially since he didn’t want to), but he had to do what he had to do. The alien attempted to get the attention of the human male standing nearby—who, similar to himself, probably had absolutely no idea what to do at this point.

“Do you have any means of protecting yourself?” he called, eyes darting to the ensuing battle and the one shorter, definitely not humanoid creature already charging into the fray. Apparently he knew what to do.

Re: Fight Stage 1

[identity profile] ihasvision.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Hang on!" Shawn dove for a bag, pulling a gun out of it's depths, and fired it at one of the nutcrackers, the bullet sailing directly though the middle of it's head.

Re: Fight Stage 1

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
He’ll take that as a “yes”.

“If you have to, fall back into the portal!” Aeneas called, his speech escalating from strained trill to low growl as he watched the giant mechanoid sizzle and disappear within the blizzard, “But keep them from entering the building!”

Yeah, stating the obvious here. Though if this guy was as freaked out as Aeneas was, then perhaps he would need some reminding.

This creature, on the other hand, would stay outside no matter what. It was his prime environment; therefore, his skills would be most efficiently used if he held them off in the snow rather than in the portal. There were, after all, plenty of places for him to hide and recover out here that he was almost positive these…things…would not be able to follow him to.

Almost.

Aeneas gathered his will and took a few steps forward. Okay, he could do this. He didn’t have automated weaponry, but he had plenty of biological defenses that should work just as well. Yeah.

The alien came face-to-face with a large polar bear. Not that it mattered what species it was, because Aeneas certainly didn’t know, but it’s worth mentioning.

It opened its jaws and roared at him. Aeneas, ever the gentleman, roared back. The sound he made was quite different from what onlookers were probably expecting the creature to make—it was somewhere between a screech and a gurgle and static on a bad radio set—and the set of teeth in that four-madibled mouth of his was fairly more impressive.

Fear tactics against robots are considerably less effective than those against biological entities. The polar bear took a heavy swipe at the alien with a flat paw.

He missed. Aeneas had long since attached himself to its face and was quickly eating through its main processor via corrosive spit.

Re: Infiltration Team

[identity profile] gangstageek.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
"No respect for the classical methods," Dark Smoke Puncher said with a sigh and a shake of his head, but was soon gone from sight.

How one hides while wearing a santa hat is anyone's guess, but there you go.

And he's off to go disable that security with Danny.
starlightace: (*The howling winds)

Re: Fight Stage 1

[personal profile] starlightace 2010-01-01 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
They'd made their way up north as soon as they'd heard the distress call - and if there was one thing Nanoha appreciated about being on a mission, it was having some of Raising Heart's higher functions unlocked.

"Axel Shooter."

The magic orbs screamed through the air very much like pink artillery shells, slamming into the ground in the middle of the enemy ranks and erupting in destructive fiery blossoms. She would support her crewmates from the air as she always did.

[identity profile] thunder-ace.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Riot Blade."

Fate flew in behind Nanoha, heading straight for the ground. In her hand was a sword with a blade of yellow energy: one of Bardiche's various melee forms.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she finished up what Nanoha had started, slicing through the damaged robotic troops with little effort. These were certainly no gadget drones, so (for now, at least) it was an easy task.

[identity profile] is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
As Shadow landed, having trashed a robotic nutcracker soldier, the ground behind him erupted with explosions as Nanoha and Fate arrived, cutting through the forces as well.

"Well, well... I'm glad people started showing up. I was afraid I'd have to take the lion's share!" Shadow said. As he did, he found more of the ground erupting around as three ninjas shot out from the ground, intending to rain death from above with candy canes.

"You're not going to take me...!" Shadow shouted, launching himself upward, spinning as the candy canes rained down.

[identity profile] lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Matt had been on the very last leg of the trip when he heard Aeneas' frantic report over the comms. Swallowing, he had turned north and punched it.

Arriving over the terrible battlefield, he scanned the area and swore when a few robots took potshots at his classic car.

"All right," growled Matt as he punched the gear into high. "We need to get faster and smarter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMrsfPagRFg)."

The radio roaring, he focused his power, what little he could form and he swung around. Shifting gears, the engine of the car roared as he came soaring in.

Slamming his hand on the horn, a pink barrier formed as streaks of crackling magic rippled through the car as he slammed into a nutcracker robot. And another, and another.

The robots slammed at the hood as he growled and hit the eject moments before the car slammed directly into a large pile, exploding in a fiery ball as Matt landed with an audible fwump into the snow, rolling over and over before skidding to a halt.

"I'm never doing that again," declared Olsen as he dove for cover from laser blasts.

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oh thank Spode, they had backup.

Aeneas was underneath the portal, driven far back from the deep trenches where he was most comfortable. While the others were cutting clean through the bulk of the robotic army, those around the fringes were starting to pile up pretty fast.

The alien was doing his best with his limited abilities to hold them off. Thankfully the smaller enemies were the ones that had managed to avoid the mass attacks, making it easier for Aeneas to pick them off with little effort. A tail swipe here, a foreleg smash there, some head dismemberment spattered from time to time to make things interesting…

It was a good thing that these weren’t biological enemies. Aeneas wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle attacking something…eh…meaty.

Of course there were the usual distractions. A lull in the flow of enemies took Aeneas’s attention to a flying, glowing…car. Yes, it was one of the cars, and it looked familiar—who exactly was in the driver’s seat?

The alien’s sharp eyes cut through the blizzard as it exploded, and he saw the delicate humanoid form of Matt Olsen tumble into a line of laser-shooting polar bears.

Moments later, having completely abandoned his post, Aeneas exploded from underneath the advancing force and latched himself onto one of their necks. As the others recovered from the ice upsurge, the creature batted them away with his fuisti and hoped for the best.

“The portal!” Aeneas screeched to him as the polar bear he was attached to swung its head wildly, “Go protect the portal!”

Then, as an afterthought:

Please go protect the portal!”
shroudedintent: (Attack)

[personal profile] shroudedintent 2010-01-02 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
The Sangheili himself had remained behind as the others had left to deliver gifts to all, 'Vadum had been patrolling through the castle and grounds inside. He had been on his way toward the portal from within the castle even as Aeneas call had gone out, and at once he picked his pace to a run, leaping on through.

As soon as he was through the Sangheili commander took stock of the situation, setting his motion tracker to widest range briefly. A growl emitting from his throat at the contacts he received, hmm a worthy fight perhaps. His eyes quickly tracked the others in the combat, taking note of abilities and weapons.

The hilts of his swords were in his hands in an instant, unlit as he stood before the portal, growling as he surveyed their opponents before a nod at Aeneas call, before bellowing his own call, calm, controlled and commanding, "All who are capable, protect the portal! Let none pass!"

With that said, 'Vadum sprang forth into the fray, twin blades snapping into existence as he charged through the snow into the midst of the melee in which a familiar alien was involved. One of his blades cleaving down and through one of the robotic creatures involved before spinning to decapitate another.

Even in the midst of battle he glanced to the other alien, sheathing one of his swords to draw his plasma rifle, the twin bulbed plasma weapon seemingly small in his hands as he let loose an automatic burst at another of the bears, the superheated plasma scorching and melting the parts they hit near instantly. "Aeneas, are you in need of a weapon?"




Re: Infiltration Team

[identity profile] shapeshiftqueen.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Gandrayda merely scoffed at both of them. Amateurs. She was going to do this in a much more enjoyable manner.

"Let's see if I can find someone important in here to impersonate..."
starlightace: (*Exceed)

Re: Fight Stage 2

[personal profile] starlightace 2010-01-02 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Is she the closest thing the fracas has to a ranking officer right now? Nanoha can't tell, but she'll try to take charge since someone has to.

"Don't underestimate them!" Everyone in the area (who isn't resistant to telepathy) may hear her voice resonating in their head and chest. "They're still vulnerable right after they hit the ground, before they get unclipped, so hit them then - don't let them get to the portal!"

"Exceed Shift."

Her staff is enveloped in magenta light, and when it fades the head has turned into the familiar spear shape of its Excelion and Exceed forms - Nanoha quickly looks down at the ground, thinking about the height of the snow drifts... and considering how close they are to the ground, a fall shouldn't be too dangerous with the snow to cushion the impact.

So she flies through the air at the armada of paratroopers, the shimmering light covering the spear's head, and she swings - cutting the parachute strings of any of the E.L.F. troopers she passes while they're vulnerable.

[identity profile] lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"THANKS AENEAS I OWE YOU ONE!" roared Matt as he pulled the bag free of the flaming wreckage of his car and slung it over his shoulder.

Reaching into it, he muttered, "Please be something in here that helps--!"

And pulled out Irma's Fan and Cornelia's Ribbon.

"This will do." said Matt, thankful the bags seemed to respond to the needs of the person as he stuffed it into his belt.

First thing was first: help his buddy.

Snapping out the ribbon, he spun around, whirling the pink ribbon around like a master gymnast moments before it snapped against the ground. The ground shook and vines burst free from it, his hand glowing in response to the needed energy. They wound around a small company of bears, wrapping around their legs and muzzles. "HIT EM!" he yelled, drawing back his hand and swinging the fan.

A mighty gust of wind burst forward, shearing through nutcrackers with cutting blades as he smirked. "Gotta thank Yan Lin for the idea later," he remarked as he lashed the pink ribbon like a whip at oncoming opponents, dragging vines out of nowhere.

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