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Lirath - Ground Battle
After dropping off some of the crew at Balisair, it was time for the crew to set course for Lirath. The situation greeting them wasn't the most promising.
The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a hundreds of different species, some humanoid, some not. Despite occasional class struggles, environmental issues, and speciesism blocking their way, the darker parts of Lirath's past were largely left behind, and an era of peace and tolerance had reigned for quite some time. The only problems they'd had recently were with a terrorist group whose cause for their actions had been a mystery, but they weren't tied to any particular species or social group and had been likened to a cult and had largely gone quiet in recent years.
Now the peace on the moon of Lirath had been shattered by the invasion of the Ohm.
The capital city had been destroyed. Now, all that was left of the peoples of Lirath was evacuating from one of its smaller cities, one known as Smyteval. A desert city, existing in a valley in between a rocky range of canyons and mountains, even though it was in the low ground, the natural channels of rock served as bottlenecks for any Ohm attacking from the ground.
GIA squadrons patrolled in space, locked in explosive warfare, protecting the Bleed-gate that had been activated to see the evacuated ships to the refugee world, and a shield created by massively-powerful shield generators extended around the city and up into the atmosphere, creating a shielded tunnel so ships could escape.
Word had come that there was a vital weapon to be deployed on Lirath, one that needed to be destroyed, hence why the Transmigration 9 had been called in. Given the diverse crew, and the ships that were in its hangar, there was at least someone or something on board that could blow the weapon up if it did show.
There was no sign of it yet. Right now, there was just chaos, streams of evacuees boarding ships, armies of Ohm engaged with GIA soldiers outside the shields, and forcefields that everyone hoped would hold out just a little bit longer.
The crew would be following Leon's orders but finding themselves fighting side-by-side with GIA platoons, full of various species that were currently all getting their asses kicked severely.
[ooc: STAGE 1 is now open!Please do not tage STAGE 2 until it's announced as open as well.]
[ooc: STAGE 2 is now open!]
The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a hundreds of different species, some humanoid, some not. Despite occasional class struggles, environmental issues, and speciesism blocking their way, the darker parts of Lirath's past were largely left behind, and an era of peace and tolerance had reigned for quite some time. The only problems they'd had recently were with a terrorist group whose cause for their actions had been a mystery, but they weren't tied to any particular species or social group and had been likened to a cult and had largely gone quiet in recent years.
Now the peace on the moon of Lirath had been shattered by the invasion of the Ohm.
The capital city had been destroyed. Now, all that was left of the peoples of Lirath was evacuating from one of its smaller cities, one known as Smyteval. A desert city, existing in a valley in between a rocky range of canyons and mountains, even though it was in the low ground, the natural channels of rock served as bottlenecks for any Ohm attacking from the ground.
GIA squadrons patrolled in space, locked in explosive warfare, protecting the Bleed-gate that had been activated to see the evacuated ships to the refugee world, and a shield created by massively-powerful shield generators extended around the city and up into the atmosphere, creating a shielded tunnel so ships could escape.
Word had come that there was a vital weapon to be deployed on Lirath, one that needed to be destroyed, hence why the Transmigration 9 had been called in. Given the diverse crew, and the ships that were in its hangar, there was at least someone or something on board that could blow the weapon up if it did show.
There was no sign of it yet. Right now, there was just chaos, streams of evacuees boarding ships, armies of Ohm engaged with GIA soldiers outside the shields, and forcefields that everyone hoped would hold out just a little bit longer.
The crew would be following Leon's orders but finding themselves fighting side-by-side with GIA platoons, full of various species that were currently all getting their asses kicked severely.
[ooc: STAGE 1 is now open!
[ooc: STAGE 2 is now open!]
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And their next target was headed right toward them. The Grunts scattered into two groups, one heading off to the side while the other moved to meet Jr. halfway, claws outstretched.
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Fistful of coins in his left hand, he flung them forward into the air as hard as he could. In the moment they soared toward the Grunts, he pulled that second pistol back out, and when they were just in the right place, he fired. A few loud shots rang into the air, and with pin-point accuracy the bullets hit the air-bound coins, bouncing off of the metallic surfaces and hitting the group from all sorts of different angles. Jr. quite liked the trick not only because it looked awesome and was the result of years of practice with his guns, but because it was a great way to hit any weak or unprotected points on a target. He knew well enough Gnosis and soldiers alike occasionally enjoyed armors and other protective shielding.
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From seemingly nowhere, a few Assassins came into view as they dropped their cloaking devices to lunge, looking to give Jr. little to no means of escape. Beneath the earth came a strong rumble, almost enough to knock even the fellow Ohm off of their feet. Two Devourer Worms broke through the earth, their mouths leaking their acidic fluids they were ready to spit. Plasma also hit the ground nearby, Firebugs positioned on buildings to attack unsuspecting targets when they had their backs turned.
And they were all aiming to kill.
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He had to think fast. This was like Miltia, this was like any other battle he had taken part in. Chaos everywhere and little means to fight back, but that sure as hell didn't mean he wasn't going to. The Grunts were delayed a little, at the very least - that extra moment being all the more important.
Jr. sprung himself off to the side to avoid the striking Assassins, keeping himself close to the ground to avoid the Firebugs' attacks as best he could. The worms were the first thing to take care of. "Ether drive!" Gun still firmly held in his hand, Jr. outstretched his arm toward the beasts, another rumble of the planet beneath them and the red-head had to do his best to keep his footing. The ground beneath the worms raising up to try and knock them over and catch them off guard.
Of course, by the time he set his focus there, the Assassins were on the ground and they were quick. "This isn't good--" he muttered to himself through gritted teeth.
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Wherever he was, he'd found a hotbed of Ohm activity. He navigated the disaster zone with fewer scrapes and slices than expected, with several kills along the way. At last, he saw a familiar face and called up.
"Hey! Anyone---else with you?" Billy swore. He'd just narrowly missed being impaled, and there were more brushes with death to come. His lance and blaster could kill, but they'd never be faster than six enemies on all sides.
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And then he sprinted toward Billy to meet him halfway. The sooner they were at least a little closer, the better chance they both had to get out of this in one piece.
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The bad news was that his uniform wasn't quite as acid-proof. It resisted dissolving, and it spared him from immediately dissolving, but he was still left in excruciating pain. More hits would have a very good chance at killing him.
"No---damn--" he fought to stay standing, blocking the poisonous swipes and shooting back as best he could. The worm---if he just kept moving away---he tried to shoot it before getting hit again.
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It wouldn't be much, but it might buy a few moments of time. Channeling his energy, Jr. summoned another Ether attack, different points of energy firing off strong beams to the enemies below, not just hitting the Ohm, but some of the piles of rubble and pieces of building that surrounded them.
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A Bombardier dove toward them, just as the group of Grunts began to circle around Billy, one clicking its claws together before trying to spear it at the Blue Ranger.
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The only way out, then, was up. He slammed a foot on a nearby ledge, vaulted onto one of the grunts, and flew straight at the Bombardier. He shoved the lance straight through it, fell with the creature, and fired his headshots at the grunts from above.
He'd been hit a few times in this stunt, and he was definitely feeling the strain, but the pain-masking of his powers was finally kicking in. He could go on for a while longer. "Can't---catch---a break," he grunted, finding himself with the cherry on top of the awful sundae.
His foot had landed just above the mouth of a Devourer Worm, one he fell off before he could arrange a jump. He fell hard, but at least he hadn't fallen in its mouth.
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Damned if he wasn't going to try-- he ran toward Billy to try and make it to him in time. "Look out!"
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Blinded by pain, he thrust his lance out and dragged it down the worm on his way down, hoping that no one was below. It was likely to be spilling toxic fluids.
And now that he was weak, he was sure the other Ohm were going to tear him apart. A shaky hand held his blaster, shooting at all flashes of claws to buy himself just a little more time.
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Inhaling even as he pulled up sharply and exhaled, a bright beam of searing light sweeping through the front ranks of the grunts, hopefully getting the attention of some of the bombardiers away from the two in the process, his massive form passing over head before banking around to make another pass.
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Welp. He couldn't have asked for better luck. He saw Billy take out the worm, but not without getting his foot messed up. To make sure the ranger stayed alive (because Jr. wasn't going to fail anybody else, no matter what it took), Jr. moved right up next to him, sending bullets flying. Normal bullets, bullets surrounded by a blue aura of ice when he quickly enchanted it with an Ether spell. And if a creature managed to sneak its way close enough, he'd pause the gunshots and just let out a large general ice Ether attack; lances of ice coming down to skewer them.
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The Firebugs a distance away also saw him as a good target, large enough so maybe harder to turn away from their acidic strike. They fired as well.
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Now heavily limping, he started his assault back up and established a pattern. Clear any imminent threat to their lives, fire to help their companion, then immediately check for more imminent threats to their lives.
The problem was that the threats were far too frequent.
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His strike drew his attention near a moment too long, noticing the Tank jumping his way at the last moment, barely enough time to angle his form, the impact still sending him reeling but just barely able to maintain his flight even as he arched his head around at an attempt to scorch those grenadiers attempting to leap onto his form.
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The Grenadiers tried to latch onto the dragon's side with their claws. Any that were hit from Crucible's attempt to knock them off not going down without a spew of their acid.
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His blaster was used in his attempts to detach claws from their attackers, the spear used to impale when they were close enough for him to attack without much moving. The acid continued to strike---with all of it around, it was just about impossible to avoid it all, especially when slowed down.
Yes, the pain (and flesh-eating) was going to consume him, no he couldn't let it yet. There were Ohm behind his companions that needed shooting. One, two...hopefully it would stun them enough to be finished off.
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His side scorched from the acid spray as he banked around at a reasonable height eyes almost raging fires as he turned his attention to the responsible tank, swooping in to hit it with blast after blast of his breath weapon, searing light capable of melting through rock itself to strike through the air with rolling thunder.
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