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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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Wave after wave had forced him apart from the friends he'd been close to as he landed, leaving him to fight alongside an infantry squadron he'd just barely avoided the shots of in a narrow corridor, far too narrow for Zord combat. When they saw that he was aiming for the Ohm too, they'd spread into formation and fired at each other's backs.
If he'd had time to think, he would feel discouraged about the odds, but a splattering of blood against his back prevented that train of thought from setting off. With one lucky swipe and spray of poison, the guard watching his back had died---and if Billy hadn't followed his instincts to the ground and rolled back up with his best shots, he would've met the same fate just then.
Just like that, the woman who'd told them all a lovely joke to keep their spirits up had died. He flipped over the grunt with her blood on its claw and twisted the lance down, shooting at a Grenaider that was just lobbing acid at the others. Great. It was still flying, they were still in massive trouble.
"Go!" If he could feel anything other than dread and determination as he leapt and twisted and sliced, he'd reflect on how he felt like he'd brought a dinner fork to a gunfight.
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"How are you holding up Billy?" Sho asks as he goes to the Ranger's side.
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"I'm still fighting. Overwhelmed, likely to---wear myself out, but still fighting!" He ducked and fired upward, rolling out of the way of a leaping grunt. Nowhere was safe.
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"I don't think I've ever fought so many at once, but I don't think I've ever had this many people helping me either."
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"I've faced a swarm of Ohm once. This one's much bigger," he sighed, carefully taking aim at their enemies approaching from the sides. At least he no longer had to watch his back. "They're ready for us now."
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"There may be a lot of them, but at least they aren't too tough." Sho round house kicked a grunt in the head, sending it flying like a football.
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Billy then realized that his blaster may have a few more powerful shots in it. It took a holding of the trigger, a charge...and a bigger blast struck Ohm crawling down at them from above. He rolled out of the way of the falling innards, just in time to see the Grenadiers and their acid. He was quickly coming to despise them.
The swarm was approaching from the front and rear, hoping to pinch them all out of the way.
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"I hoped I'd never have to feel again." He said while keeping his guard up and letting his armor heal.
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Laser blasts struck the Grenadier as Ron leapt into the corridor from above, already morphed.
"Miss me?"
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With any luck, he thought as he jumped above another two and brought his weapon down in a long slice, those days he'd trained to attempt to match Ronnae in a shooting gallery would pay off.
The infantry were doing an excellent job at slowing their attackers down in all directions. Billy nodded sharply, diving past one to double-team one of the larger enemies. Grenadiers were swarming with their acid shots now. They must've been a bit too efficient at disposing of the grunts.
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He activated their communications system with a brief brush on his wrist. Let's get them on their feet. As soon as we have a clearing, shall we call the Thunderzords and group up?
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Aye, sounds fine. May have to join ye later, though. It's a...
There was a grunt and sounds of blaster fire, followed by a noise somewhat like something falling over, then the Scot picked back up.
...wee bit crowded around here right now.
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Grunts began dwindling in numbers as they turned to higher priority locations to secure better vantage points but the ones that stayed seemed to be fighting smarter, cells of three and concentrating on separating the team from each other to try and take them out one by one.
Grenadiers joined the fight to offer ranged support, their acidic globs being sent all over the place.