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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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"Ugh, this is so troublesome..." Pram grumbled as she appeared from the cool mist formed by the ice magic. If she were stronger, she could have summoned an ice dragon to devour the group in one swipe... Thankfully, those two had the enemy's attention to let her use her magic.
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In the moment that bought him, he glanced around, then invoked the Blessing of Might on those nearby, bolstering both their attack strength and their regeneration of magical power.
"The ones in the back should be engaged by casters!" he yelled, powerful enough to be heard over the chaos. "Melee, stick to the Grunts!"
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She was never going to yell out her spell names, nope. That's just too cheesy!
The humongous ice crystal shot out from the ground while imprisoning a portion of the swarm before shattering to pieces. A small number of the enemy fell from the attack, but that brought attention to the overlord and part of the swarm changed its direction and started rushing towards her way.
"Tch..." This absurd amount of enemies was more annoying than anything else.
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The whole caster versus melee thing was weird, yes, but nothing Rachel couldn't figure out. And she was okay with it, as much as she didn't like orders.
< Can do, > she rumbled, charging headlong on all four paws towards a group of the grunts, with all the speed and force in the grizzly that she could muster at that close a distance. It was still a substantial hit, but it was crashing into a huge enough group. She could keep a fair few occupied with her size, though, and the worst of them away from that other girl, who looked less like she could handle a huge physical fight.
< Want a piece of this? > she taunted, not knowing if they could really understand her. She smashed her paws together, cramming a few of them together with force. The blades cut at her paws, but she did her best to ignore the pain. Those ones, at least, should be distracted.
((ooc: sorry for the delay!))
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Assassins now jumped from the shadows and pounced towards her, intent on taking out the high priority target while the swarm kept the others busy.
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Whatever their priorities had been, the mantle of Righteous Fury (http://www.wowhead.com/spell=25780) that sheathed him ought to force them to reassess just which foe is the one they ought to be targeting.
Please. Dealing with adds like this is kid stuff.
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What was he, an idiot??? Overlords didn't need any protection!!
Pram, A+ team player.With a frustrated growl, she started unleashing a series of beams before blasting a huge gust of ice at the Grunts' way, creating a large ice prison for a moment before shattering to pieces. That should take care of a good portion of the army...
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< These things just love you, don't they? > Rachel joked, though she was smart enough to figure it was a magic related thing. Rachel's bear stood on it's back legs, slamming paws into Ohm right and left, teeth ripping and tearing at any of the Ohm they could reach.
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Wait for it.
"...completely bear."
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"That is true... you are very... beary." She replied before going back to being her obnoxious self as she froze a bunch more of the Ohm with her ice spells. "But don't underestimate me! I can protect myself just fine!"
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< Whatever, > she said after a moment. < I can take hits myself. > She could just morph the worst of the damage away, after all-- provided she had the time and space, but she could worry about that later. < But suit yourself, I guess. > She didn't have any overwhelming concern for who took the hits if they could handle it-- she was just fine tearing a new one into the Ohm regardless.
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