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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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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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He scrambled backward to work around the quaking ground, his finger still tense around the trigger. Something would jump out and kill him any---
---yup, another leaping Ohm, one he tried to rapidly put holes through. The acid continued to burn, forever almost impossible to avoid.
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Landing just outside the cockpit a few feet off the ground, Jr. spun around and reached a hand out to Billy.
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For a relative value of the word 'safe'.
Ever aware of the danger, he kept up the shooting every second until he was sealed in, then started searching for the vehicle's weapons.
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Out of the corner of his eye he kept an eye on the progress of the two on the ground, they had a vehicle now? Interesting.
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He spoke quickly to Billy. "I know you guys've got your own, but I can't say I know how the other ones are set up." Though Jr. excelled at accuracy when it came to shooting things, he figured it might have been safer for him to focus on the more close-range end of things just in case they needed to get out of a swarm or a bombardment. "I'll handle the moving and the Sting Ray." Billy's search for the weapons would be on the screen in front of him. The Sting Ray V - a close range lancing beam pile bunker was what Jr. was pointing out. Around them, the indigo walls of the inside of the Asher faded away, all but the cockpit they sat in visible. Around them in all directions they could then see their entire environment around them - Ohm none too pleased with their sudden retreat, Grunts trying to attack, clangs of claw against metal. "The targeting system'll help you out; the Tempest is a bazooka." He quickly lined up control of the weapon with both sets of panels. The specs of the large weapon flickering onto the screen in front of the blue ranger. "So we'll have a little more distance in our favor for you. Use that clutch on your right," one that moved back and forth with a firing button attached to the side for his thumb, "to fire it. We've got missiles, too. but those probably won't do much in terms of causing much damage. They'd be good for causing a delay at most."
As he spoke, he was already moving the Asher into a standing position. Kicking the mech's legs to knock over the Ohm that stood below them. "Just don't stress about it and do your best and we should be fine. Let's go!" The Sting Ray lit up, a short magenta spiked beam of light jutting out of it as the Asher rammed it into one of the Tanks that was climbing over the remains of a structure.
And then the Asher kicked off of the ground and soared into the air, Jr. leaning the hand-clutch as far up as it could go to move up as fast as it could to join Crucible in the air.
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A few of the Shrikes took note of their new air-borne enemy, breaking off to head in the Asher's direction. Large like the dragon or small in comparison to it as the Asher was, they were the same to the Ohm - targets to be destroyed.
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His second shot seemed to injure one, so he followed up all around. When they turned toward Crucible, he tried to target the Bombardiers in the split-seconds he had before he needed to focus on the enemies immediately around them. He knew from a personal ongoing experience that the acid was horribly painful and likely to cause extensive damage.
"Can we peel them away?"
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The Bombardiers above would risk hitting their allies at this point even though stray shots had struck and stung across the dragons back, overall insignificant in size and quantity as yet, especially when compared to a green's acidic cloud of acid breath weapon or black dragon's own acid breath.
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He opened the communications line, putting the volume up as loud as he could to speak to the dragon. "Hey big guy - there's nobody else down there. Gah!" The mech spun in the air to avoid one of the psychic lances shot at it. "Think we should head west to see if anybody else needs an extra hand?" They were better in greater numbers, after all. And other vehicles would be a great help to the one he rode in now. "We've gotta make a pit-stop at one of the medical tents, too, eventually."
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