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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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The aliens from before rushed over to help as even more Grunts swarmed their way, trying to surround them. His grin grew wider as he raised his voice for all in the area to hear and gave encouragement. They looked like they needed it.
[Inspire Courage, under Class Features!]
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To better communicate, Nehaalista made signs, [Over there, two. Back back up, back up!]
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He was noticing that as the Grunts attacked him, even if he didn't personally deal a blow himself, they mysteriously got injuries anyways. The same was happening with Nehaa, and anyone close to her. He figured it was a paladin thing and grinned, giving a few newcomers orders of where to go and what to do.
It seemed they were gathering their own little army around them.
[Direct Troops and Rally Troops!]
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Of course, it would've been better if the Light had warned her about the bombardier a little sooner than it had. Nehaalista looked up just in time to grab a soldier out of the way as the bombardier attacked. [INCOMING!] Her necklace boomed.
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He pointed at the Bombardier and chanted, "Ast kiranann kair Gadurm Sotharn." Lightning shot out from his fingertips, striking it in the torso and bringing it down to the ground. A few of the Lirathians weren't lucky enough to get out of the way in time as it fell on top of them, leaking acid. It wasn't dead yet, though.
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The acid hissed as it met the metal of her gauntlets, but it didn't stop the paladin from trying to save one of the Lirathians. Her sigil glowed brightly upon her forehead as she offered the Naaru's gift to the poor, injured man.
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It rose up slowly, until it was about ten feet off the ground, giving more than enough room to move the injured out of the way. "I can't hold this more than a few minutes."
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And more were on the way, along with Grenadiers and a new wave of Grunts.
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Time to go to work again.
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"I need... 18 volunteers! Nehaa, you're getting it too. Over here, by me."
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It was about at this time a rather large shadow shot over head, a large and particularly bronze shadow, before a sudden bright beam of intense light struck the tank first once, then skewered it with a second blast of light. Thunder rolling from the strikes, leaving the smoking remains of the tank as Crucible tipped on wingtip and arched away in search of further targets.
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He watched the dragon fly off warily, then eyed the smoking corpse. "There'll probably be more of those, too, if we caught that one's attention."
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[Someone will need to alert command - I cannot.] She drew a bluish tongue across her lips. [Where are we moving?] She could see Nokosi's arrows just to west of them, and thanked the Light he was still alive to keep harrying targets.
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