Death Throes

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

The battle raged on, but while the crew fought valiantly, the Ohm continued to come at them at full force.

Something had to be done, or they would soon be overrun.

Cargn, ever thinking of the larger picture, had released his familiar, Unit XXVI, at the beginning of the battle. It flew high above the battlefield, watching, waiting, searching for one target in particular.

And it had just found it.

The information was instantly transmitted to Cargn via his telepathic link with the machine. Even as he was fighting, he already had a battle plan forming in his head, centuries of experience being put to good use.

++Attention, all units,++ he calls over the comms, ++This is Brother Cargn. I have located the Node. Repeat, I have located the Node. I have currently formulated a plan to strike at it, and am assuming supervision of the ground ground forces for this operation.++

++To the following units,++ he continues, selecting those warriors nearby suited to the task at hand from his omnicomm, ++Form up on my position. We will assume the role of strike team, to destroy the Node. All other units will form up at the designated coordinates I have sent to your maps. You will provide a final push against the Ohm force, covering the strike team, and making an opening for them to penetrate the swarm and make their way to the Node.++

++You have your orders. Good luck, and Emperor's Blessings.++

[ooc: Open! Read here before tagging]

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The Final Push

[ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com]

It was obvious as soon as the warriors arrived that Cargn certainly hadn't chosen the easiest place for them to fight. The Ohm were tightly packed, swarms of thousands upon thousands of Grunts, along with Grenadiers, Tanks, and nearly the whole gamut of Ohm types waiting for them.

Yet it was here that was the best place for striking at the heart of the swarm, where the Node waited.

If they were to have any hope of winning, it was here they needed to stand and fight.

Re: The Final Push

[itsaboutaction.livejournal.com]

Superman heard the call. He was one of the ones Cargin needed to make the final push. But, right now, there was a bit of business needed to be taken care of.

The swarms of Ohm in front of him were massive. They needed to be cleared away.

If Superman was the type to show off, he'd grin as he pulled back his arms, then brought them together as fast and strong as he could. The resulting clap would lead to a massive sonic boom, the shockwave shattering glass all around and sending Ohm flying in its wake.

Re: The Final Push

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Bri had switched out his sniper rifle for an automatic shotgun for the close range combat, and he'd brought plenty of shells.

He opened fire as the Ohm poured around him, pumping out shells as quickly as he could. One by one, he took out some of the oncoming Grunts, but it wasn't nearly enough.

One of them managed to get in too close, slamming him to the ground and sending his shotgun flying. Bri drags himself back up to his feet.

Hand to hand wasn't normally his thing, but he wasn't totally defenseless. He waited for the Ohm to slash at him, ducking to the side. With his opening available to him, he brought his leg up, slamming his armored boot down on the Grunt's skull, cybernetically enhanced strength allowing him to crush the thing's skull.

With that done, he moves as quickly as he can, rushing over to where his shotgun was, readying it for more action.

He could only hope he brought enough ammo.

Re: The Final Push - So Open

[starlightace]

A node.

Nanoha had read Cargn's reports, and this was the thing that was responsible for the destruction of worlds. For the destruction of universes. The memories of Mid-Childa's violent destruction were still deep in her mind, and there was no doubt: They needed to destroy this thing now.

Her body ached even after having downgraded to Blaster-1, and she knew that - especially with Rein's departure - there was no way she could physically stand to use Blaster-3... not even her determination would see her through that one. But there was something she could do: The air was thick and heavy with spent magic. She would use that.

"Are you ready, Raising Heart?"

It answered her as it always did, faithful and at her side. "I can still fight, My Master."

"Okay." Nanoha raised the weapon - cracks hissing with steam visible on its golden surface - and pointed it at the fleet of Ohm with trembling hands that she willed to keep still for just a little moment longer. "Just... a little bit more, Raising Heart. That's all we need." And when the Device next spoke, it said a mere two words:

"Starlight Breaker."

Light began to gather at the front of Raising Heart's spearhead as Nanoha carefully aimed at the spot Cargn had indicated as the location of the Node, ignoring the bloodsmears left on the handle as she did so. The steadily growing orb bathed the entire area in a piercing magenta light as it absorbed all of the residual energy in the area.

Starlight Breaker used the remnants of expended magic and energy as its fuel; there had been quite a bit of energy expended in the hours they'd been fighting. The sphere swelled, now bigger than Nanoha herself was, now the size of a large car, and bigger still. The magic coursing through her bruised and battered body hurt, but she wasn't done. They weren't done.

If she couldn't fight the Node, she could clear the way for those who could.

"Blaster-1, Starlight Breaker: Break... SHOOT!"

She fired, and a massive magenta beam tore the sky in two.

(open)

[morphitudinous]

Upon arrival, Billy's split-second reaction was an inward groan followed by some steeling-up.

Yes, the odds looked stacked against them. Yes, it was very possible that he wouldn't survive. And no, backing down was not an option. The team needed all of their help.

Billy lunged full-heartedly into the battle, using the lance with all his might to give himself striking distance. Soon, the best ways to skewer the various types were apparent. It also helped that there were others much stronger than him to deliver powerful blasts.

The battle continued like that for quite a while, new minor wounds stacking on top of each other as he went. He felt his strength begin to wane at some point---especially when a slowed reaction time resulted in a deep gash on his shoulder. Fortunately the Power acted as an adrenaline supplement to dull the pain, but it became clear that a different tactic was needed.

Hence, something he would only do out of desperation: intentionally destroying property. Once he was sure that no crew members or civilians were nearby, he placed a few well-aimed shots at weak points in an already heavily damaged structure. As predicted, the wall fell, crushing a few Ohm with it.

That bought him a split second of time to recover before entering the hopeless battle once more.

Re: (open)

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

He had almost regretted the time.

That time was short but it was all Renne allowed to himself. Seven of the nine wings operable again, at least for a while, he went back into the battlefield with a twin fury in his proverbial heart. Funny, how it seemed right to call his heart proverbial.

It wasn't like he had a real heart.

Renne went in on the ground, low and fast with that predatory madness in his eyes. Starry-night armour wasn't near as grand or pristine as before but he expected little of his own bone and blood. He expected only two things of himself and damn whatever that came in his way to do it.

Into the fray, a creature went, killing without leaving a visible mark on the dead. It went, killing anything that smelled like six legged destruction. With the twins' half-sword, Renne went in and quietly found his way to the back of a Human in armour.

Objectives were to him, clear as crystal.

Kill these things and keep alive the one thing that gave him salvation.

(Open)

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

Lowe felt outgunned in space. Having heard the call for the final push, he quickly made his way back to the planet. He wasn't missing out anything there. As he did, he switched out his gear, returning the Red Frame to its "Kai" configuration. (http://gundamresearch.blogspot.com/2010/01/mg-1100-gundam-astray-red-frame-kai-new.html) Better that than nothing.

"Alright, let's see what the Tactical Arms can do!" Lowe shouted as the large broadsword twisted and turned, converting into a bow and arrow of sorts. The Red Frame took aim and fired a bolt of beam energy at a group of Ohm, blowing them apart. "Woah, AWESOME! I'm not one for shooting, but STILL...!"

[Focus on the battle, Lowe! We're not done yet!] 8 chided.

totally open

[gunslinging.livejournal.com]

If there was ever a time to go all out, this was definitely it.

Axl broke into a run towards the coordinates Cargn had provided, still taking potshots with the machine gun on the way. There was another click (he'd come to dread hearing that click) as he finally ran out of ammo, but this time he didn't have a spare clip. He hefted the gun, took careful aim at a Grunt standing directly in his path, and flung it with as much force as he could -- and even for a speed-optimized reploid like Axl, that was a lot.

The gun sped forward like a bullet and slammed into the Grunt's head, plowing through it in an explosion of bug guts.

But there was one thing Axl hadn't taken into account first: the power distribution node that he'd already lost in his right arm when fighting the Grenadiers earlier.

He hadn't been paying attention to the exact power intake when he threw the gun, but it had definitely been more than his arm was designed to handle without the node. And as the Grunt fell to the ground, Axl realized that his right arm...wasn't moving. Shorted out. Dammit, shouldn't have done that!

But there wasn't time to worry about it now. And without any ammo left (never leaving the ship without my guns ever again I swear!), that left him with one way to fight this.

He activated his copy chip, his form shimmering for a moment and then changing into Red's (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100614020029/megaman/images/2/2d/RedConceptSketchesX7.jpg), gaining a few feet of height, a lot of bulk, and that oh-so-handy beam scythe. He wouldn't have enough energy to keep this up for all that long before he pushed himself into critical meltdown.

But if things were taking that long, they were probably all dead anyway.

He flung himself at the nearest Grunts, whipping the scythe forward with his left hand. Not that he'd ever practiced fighting with it one-handed.

No time like the present to learn, right?

Re: totally open

[mynameis-jake.livejournal.com]

(http://cindergraphics.livejournal.com/1865.html)

Jake wasn't sure why he'd headed for a battle that wasn't his, on the orders of someone he didn't know, in the service of a spaceship he certainly didn't trust. Later, he'd tell himself that he only came to see for himself, and only joined the fray when he saw the armored man fight to his last bullet, chuck his weapon as a bludgeon, and then, despite the clear way his gun arm swung limp even from this distance, somehow change his armor and throw himself bodily into the fray.

That decided it. Jake could change his armor too, so to speak, and he didn't waste much time finding a conveniently hidden spot to do so. Maybe it wasn't smart to use his trademark morph, but he didn't know how strong these things were, and he needed a form that he felt comfortable with, both in fighting and retreating, if need be.

Minutes later found a blur of orange and black streaking towards Red-Armor, intent on covering his right arm. The roar he let out would have hushed an entire squawking jungle; he wasn't in any sort of jungle now, and the creatures swarming around them weren't any inhabitants of planet Earth, but the Siberian Tiger didn't care. When a spider-like thing seemed to target the other guy's injured side, the tiger's mind labeled it prey, and leapt.

[thirdeyeclosed.livejournal.com]

It was times like this where being unable to feel things like fear came in handy.

Koishi had been helping behind the scenes, using her powers to slip past the Ohm unnoticed (though she did notice that a few had tried to attack her) to help some of the other crewmates deliver desperately needed supplies, and one such run had taken to where the cloud of Ohm was it's thickest.

She couldn't feel the pain so many other people were feeling, knowing that this was exactly what had happened when their homes were destroyed... but that didn't mean she couldn't understand emotional pain like that. And she knew that somewhere out there, her friend Sasami might be fighting, and the huge beam of pink light she saw just moments before told her that Nanoha was fighting, too.

Koishi wanted to help.

So, despite her sister's warning of the strange creatures called Ohm not playing with the rules Koishi was so familiar with, she flew into the air, using her manipulation powers to their fullest to stop the Ohm from noticing her so she could reach the perfect spot to unleash an attack.

"Subterranean Rose!" (http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080817170345/touhou/images/2/2c/Th11sc175.jpg)

At her command, a ring of red orbs surrounded her, shooting out towards the Ohm. What looked like magical fire shot out along the ring, giving the danmaku even more of a punch. Another ring of orbs, this time blue in color, shot out, followed by yet another. Ring by ring of danmaku shot out, each slightly more clustered than the last.

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Of course, one attack isn't impossible to dodge around, especially from someone who's still in the mindset of proper spell card dueling. Satori, on the other hand, had been preparing for real battle. She floated up behind Koishi, concentrating on her new spell.

"Hypnotism - Memory Trace!"

A host of thin tendrils of light emerged from an orb at Satori's hands, most of the power focused into the tips. They extended slowly, with little direction... then started rapidly darting towards anything that Koishi's barrage missed, like harpoons of ligiht.

Re: The Final Push

[an-old-knight.livejournal.com]

Signum stood her ground against the oncoming advance, the flaming, lash-like blade of Laevateinn tearing through the charging Ohm. As a Belkan Knight, her strength was in one-on-one combat, but that didn't mean she was defenseless against multiple enemies.

"Achtung, Meister! Ankommen!"

Signum looked up when she heard the warning, and saw an Ohm Tank descending upon her. She barely managed to dodge in time to avoid it.

She stood back up, Laevateinn at the ready beside her.

"Schwertform!" the sword cries, and it returns to it's normal, solid-bladed form, readying a few cartridges of magical energy.

Signum rushed forward as the Tank also charged towards her. She managed to slice through one of the creature's massive claws, but the other claw slammed into her side. Blood poured out of her mouth from the impact, and she was sent flying, skidding along the ground until she slammed into a nearby wall.

Using Laevateinn to prop herself back up, Signum began to grin almost wickedly.

A Knight, after all, lived for such challenge.

She rushed forward again, Laevateinn at the ready.

This would be a very good fight.

Re: The Final Push

[hisfathersstaff.livejournal.com]

They could yell at him later.

Medical had patched up Negi as best they could before he slipped away. He had to fight. But he was too tired to use his magica erebea. So, staying a good distance away, he had begun to make a circle. Once completed, the theory was sound, at least at a certain point of view.

Jumpjets on his kitty costume fired as he soared overhead to the highest point overlooking the circle he had drawn with magic and he bit his thumb to let blood pool into his hand as an activation keyword. But he wasn't alone in this effort.

Re: The Final Push

[saint-sami.livejournal.com]

Despite her own injuries, Sasami wasn't going to let Negi go off on his own. She'll handle what punishments they give her later. This was needed. By this point, she opted to return to her true age as she joined him.

Hanging on to Negi and he flew overhead, she overlooked where they were, then back to Negi. "...you sure you're ready?"

Re: The Final Push

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Now was one of the times V3 wished that he were completely up to par. Costume scored with acid and rips, revealing too-bright blood and sparking cybernetics underneath, Kamen Rider V3 fights in and out of buildings, slamming through grunts as fast as he can. They're tough, though. As tough as some of the monsters he's faced in his time. And even a cyborg harnessing the power of the wind tires.

It's been hours. It feels like it's been days. He'd been separated from the other two 'Riders' a while ago, but fought on. After all, he couldn't just run back to them. He was a man, and a Rider. They took care of themselves.

He comes into a rubble-filled area, where a building used to be. It's clear of Ohm for the moment, he thinks, until he looks up at the surrounding area and finds Grenadiers and grunts in the parts of the surrounding buildings overlooking his position. "...A good trap." He has to acknowledge that as the grunts leap for him, and the Grenadiers start to fling their acid assaults. No way to dodge them all. I was hoping to avoid this, but it looks like I don't have a choice. Luckily, it doesn't look like anyone was near enough to be affected...

He looks up at the Ohm falling towards him and calls out. "REVERSE DOUBLE TYPHOON!" The twin fans on his belt both freeze, then spin backwards, releasing all of the energy they had stored. There's an explosion of power immediately around him, taking out several of the closest Ohm. And then there's a terrible sound, like a train coming. The air around V3 begins to swirl, picking up parts of Ohm, dust, and rubble. He's standing at the center of a massive tornado that tears apart several of the buildings around him, eliminating his insectoid attackers. It only lasts for a minute, and when it fades, a bloody and bruised Kazami Shiro is standing where V3 had been.

He won't be able to transform for three hours, cutting down his effectiveness, but hopefully he'd made enough of a difference before so that it wouldn't matter too much. Kazami turns, looking for a place to grab some cover so he can call for a quick rescue. He hears the sound of rubble moving, and whirls, putting his fists up to protect himself. However, it wasn't a threat. A humanoid figure, it was hard to tell if it was a crewmate or not due to a combination of the dust from his release of energy still in the air and the bad light, but it wasn't an insect. That was good enough for Kazami. Probably a crew mate or a leftover refugee.

"Hold on, let me give you a hand." He walks closer, placing his hand on the rock to help move it, and jerks. He looks down at the distinctly inhuman face, and burbles a little as it pulls its stinger from his chest. It strikes again, almost a dozen times in rapid succession, piercing through his chest and neck before finally letting him drop, satisfied that Kazami wasn't going to be getting up any time soon. The Assassin looks around, then cloaks and wanders off.

Kazami lives, being a cyborg meant that his organs weren't exactly in their normal shapes or forms. He was more machine than man, after all. But even he can't stay awake after that much damage.

Re: The Final Push

[capture-worlds.livejournal.com]

Decade was exhausted. The fighting was almost continuous, and no matter what he did, there were always more Ohm to face. More to destroy.

He struggled to remove a card from his RideBooker, the urge to fall over due to exhaustion temporarily being pushed back by adrenaline. After slotting it and closing his belt, rang out from his buckle as he transformed his RideBooker into a sword by ratcheting the handle completely back as the blade shot out from the edges of the weapon. Energy started dancing along the blade as he slashed through Ohm Mooks.

One Mook had gotten through the slashes, though, and picked up Decade. "Hey! Put me...NUAGH!" He yelled as Decade was thrown into a building.

Decade lay there, exhausted. Is this it? Is this my limit? Ran through his mind. "No...that can't be. I'll break that limit, and my journey will continue. This isn't my end, it's theirs!" He stepped out of the hole he had been tossed into and surveyed the Ohm that in front of him.

They hadn't been idle while Decade was, though. They had reorganized and they were starting to advance on him. Decade drew his fingers along the edge of his blade, and then he charged in, yelling, "You want to kill me?! Well, then come! I'll destroy you all!"

The Destroyer of Worlds plunged into combat with renewed vigor, even as the Ohm surrounded him, fully intent on the kill.

Re: The Final Push

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

The Grenadiers took a beating, and Kate had lost track of the acid burns on her body. She had bruises and cuts, but she could still fight. And they needed help against the Ohm. Good thing she still had some ammo. Especially against the Grunts. A few arrows in key areas helped ruin their day.

So it was that Hawkeye readied her arrows and her sword to fight back. No matter what.

Re: The Final Push - open

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie aimed and fired, aimed and fired. It became an automatic motion as he fought, trying to drop as many Ohm as he could while he still had ammo. Unfortunately, it seemed his luck was about to run out. The gun clicked on an empty chamber, and Jamie looked down at it in dismay. A shudder ran down his back - a warning signal - and he rolled out of the way of a claw that came flashing through the air, intent on skewering him where he stood. Grabbing up a largish piece of masonry from the ground nearby, Jamie threw it at the Ohm that had just tried to kill him as a distraction and ran for his life.

Once he had found a place that provided a bit of cover, he took stock of his remaining weaponry. He still had the gun, although it was fairly useless without ammo, and a laser pistol he had appropriated. That, however, was small enough that it would do him little good unless he was quite close. He had a knife, and, more importantly, he had found a sword that had somehow made its way into a cache of weapons. He drew it from its sheath. Now this was more like it! The lessons that had been drilled into his head during Weapons Training came to mind, but there was one he quite deliberately chose to forget. The Ohm knew perfectly well he was there, after all, and there was always the chance he wasn't going to survive. He brought his sword up and rushed towards the Ohm, yelling out even as he brought the blade down in an attempt to split one of the leg joints of a nearby Grunt.

"Creag an tuire!"

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

Cybil Bennett had been one of the individuals that had insisted on being sent down with supplies, to help the others fight. It'd bee a rough ride. Since arriving, however, she'd made short work of quite a few Ohm, shooting constantly, quickly replenishing her ammo, shooting some more.

The oddest thing of all, the thing that unnerved her, was that these things were built differently than the bugs they'd fought on the ship and yet it seemed like she almost unconsciously knew the best places to shoot, as if she'd done all this before...

The Strike Team

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Cargn waited at the coordinates he'd sent to the Strike Team, fighting nearby Ohm as he patiently waited for the others to arrive.

The entire fate of this world rested in the hands of this small group. It was not the most meticulous plan--such plans built in the heat of battle never were--but he was confident that if they had any chance of winning, it was here.

Re: The Strike Team

[bears-omnitrix.livejournal.com]

Ben was the first to arrive, his expression focused. He was breathing a little hard but otherwise seemed to be full of fighting spirit because he had at least 15 minutes left on his buffs.

Touching his Ultimatrix, the towering form of Humungosaur appeared overhead, standing beside Cargn. And then he twisted and touched the Ultimatrix again as green light crawled across his body, sheathing him in extra-hard green and black armor, spikes growing as his head gained more protection.

No words needed to be said, only the dull ch-chak of his hands shifting from normal fingers to missile launchers. INFINITE missile launchers.

Evolution was kind to the species.

Re: The Strike Team

[pocketloli.livejournal.com]

Rein followed, ready to go. Fate had requested her aid for this and she was definitely going to help. She stood, awaiting the command, running through every spell she could think of to give them the edge. And she patted Ultimate Humungosaur's knee as she nodded to Cargn.

It was us or them. And for once, Rein wasn't liking the odds. "Ready when you are, Fate-san."

Thread Move: Rogue Three Down

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

ARHA MASAARI

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Arha knew that was a bad sound and it was worse when her engines died. Her head ached and she was dizzy and she was suddenly aware that her stabilizer had just rattled half way off. Without her droid to tack it back on, she knew it was going to be a hell of a ride.

She was headed planet side, in free fall.

"Rogue Leader, this is Three, I am going down," she said, keeping her voice as clear and calm as possible. "My stabilizer has popped, two engines are down. I repeat. I am going planet side." She tried a reboot processes as heat slammed into and around her cockpit on reentry.

She fired her remaining thrusters and managed to slow the wild spinning as the black spots floating in front of her vision gave way to a hazy gray mist that threatened black at the edges of her vision. She calculated her approach, and tried to pull up as much she could as the landmass slammed into view. Arha felt the landing stick, but it was rough and she could feel the way the landing gear protested.

Arha finally felt the X-Wing shudder to a stop and went limp in her straps as darkness crashed down on her.

KYLE KATARN

There was nothing Kyle could do. He had to watch her X-Wing on the scope as it went down. Reaching out in the Force he managed to find her. Even in all this noise, and battle she stood out in the Force like a beacon. At least he knew she was alive. Hopefully she didn't get too banged up in the crash. Pushing through his worries he focused back on the fight. He couldn't afford to think about it anymore. The battle was still raging, and they had a lot more fighting to do. Wedge would inform the recovery teams, and they'd get her back to Stacy safe.

At least they damn well better.

DARTH VADER

Across the battlefield, Vader heard a familiar crash and turned. He smirked as the ship spiraled out of the sky and made an inelegant landing (just short of a crash really). He had heard enough about the Rogues to know that, whether or not they were on his 'side' now, he was not a fan.

The presence emanating from the cockpit felt familiar--

Vader crushed a remaining grunt with much more force than was necessary. It was Arha, and she had the gall to still be alive. He would not be able to leave her there-- Luke would know if he did. That boy knew everything, it seemed.

He trudged over to the downed ship, step by unwilling step.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha heard the snap-ping! and the tick, tick, tick as the metal gave a little from the rough descent. The shrill, buzzing alarm bled into her unconscious state, mixing with the shock of her other injuries. Her ribs throbbed from where her flight stick had jammed into them and her legs ached, but it was her head that overrode the other pain.

Arha's nose was still bleeding just enough to make her feel sick to her stomach and she tried to push the Force through her again as she listened to muffled explosions outside her canopy. Shoving herself back from the black of unconsciousness made her gasp as pain hit her sharply, like every single alarm in her body had gone off at once. It was a wet sound, that gasp, and she forced her eyes open as a skittering clanking sound skated against the thick metal and plasglass. She watched an Ohm grunt pause, slipping and sliding as it prepared to plunge a leg through the window and she inched her finger to press the release mechanism. The canopy shot open and sent the Ohm flying.

Arha got the straps half off before darkness slammed back down over her once more. The last thing she registered was Vader's presence.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

If that was the last thing she registered, she didn't see the green blade flashing outside her cockpit, nor feel the ripple of Force that sent the pieces flying out into the fray. He'd left Mara and Ben to the Shadow and gone back out into the body of the fighting, though he knew that one-on-one combat was more or less pointless at this point.

But the Force had led him here, and so, the wrecked X-Wing clear of grunts for now, Luke popped the canopy and reached in, grabbing Arha with both hands and pulling her clear of the crash webbing. "Arha!" he called, shaking her gently. "Arha, wake up!"