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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-08-13 01:21 am

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!]
morphitudinous: (BLUE: Armed)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-08-14 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Billy just managed to spot the light as he landed hard, rolling to keep himself from cracking his head. The distraction was enough to buy him time to scramble to his feet---well, one foot. The injured foot was now just about useless. His plantsuit was trying to grow over the hole and contain the bleeding, but it was an uphill struggle.

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.

dragonlordbight: (Crucible-Flight)

[personal profile] dragonlordbight 2011-08-14 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
The attentions of a group of bombardiers he could handle, his focus remained on lessening the load on the two remaining on the surface. Swooping around, muttering the words to one of the many spells, lightning arching between his forepaws before suddenly striking at the largest group of bombardiers and grunts on the ground, the strike impacting the first primary target before arcing to up to nineteen others around it, all the while without threat of targeting the two.

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.

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Jr. nervously snapped a look to Billy's foot, and could feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck. He had to try and do his best to to take any additional strain off of him. Opting for another earth-based Ether attack, he focused that much harder on this one, the ground around them on all sides moving and rising to knock as many enemies as he could back. Thankfully that move of the ground didn't end with another worm popping up. This time.

[identity profile] ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Crucible's help did certainly lower the numbers, so while still a challenge, they were no longer literally getting swamped with Ohm after Ohm. But the Ohm still did their best to attack at every little opportunity they could. Assassins looked to add to the worm's healthy dose of acid to Billy's person, while a couple of Grunts that got caught under some rubble from Crucible's attack resurfaced, ready to slice again.

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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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-08-14 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Billy forced himself to move in the most graceful one-footed hopping adventure of his life, but that wasn't saying much. He hopped, dodged, and used his arms to fall into rolls on the quaking ground, all in an attempt to move and attack without knocking his injured foot too much. The power was slowing the deterioration and helping him to somewhat ignore the pain, but he'd need medical treatment soon.

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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[personal profile] dragonlordbight 2011-08-14 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Crucible let forth a roar as he fought to right himself, his tough scales fighting off the acid from those who had missed the jump, growling as worked another spell even as he spun in a barrel roll to try and throw the remaining bugs off, followed by a second chain lightning spell to scorch off any remaining bugs.

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.

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Might be better--" Jr. choked out to Billy when he was close enough, through a clenched jaw as he summoned another round of ice lances to come raining down around them. "--to get into the air. Think you have a jump in you?" He felt the device in his pocket more that he spoke about it. They could get easily enough away from the ground enemies in his Asher, and maybe with Crucible's help they could take on the sky a little easier as well. He didn't look like he was having the easiest time up there.

[identity profile] ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
While the ground-bound Ohm continued their assault, the Grenadiers tried to stay clinging to the dragon, claws digging into his flesh to hang on, all the while using their acid to hit him while they're there. The Tank was less fortunate, its armor not strong enough against the huge blast. Of course, other Tanks were making their way to the area, and Crucible's size gave them similar ideas of attack.
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-08-14 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
It would be rough, but Billy knew he needed to move to survive. "I think so," he breathed around one of his shots, desperately swinging to clear the area around him for a good shot at Crucible's attackers. All that mattered was holding on and fighting...a little longer...then a little longer...

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.
dragonlordbight: (Crucible-Flight)

[personal profile] dragonlordbight 2011-08-14 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Fortunately his scales were quite thick and exceptionally tough, the claws of the Grenadiers would have a hard time staying their position, even the acid would have a hard time eating through such dense scales in a short amount of time. Especially when he rose above the battle once more as his breath weapon recharged, turning it directly not a foot across his back to scorch any Grenadier that attempted to remain.

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right," he choked, "then get in as quick as you can." And he looked forward, though there was nothing there. Not yet anyway. Jr. pulled a small device out of his pocket and hit something on it. And before it even materialized in front of then, Jr. was moving, leaping into the air. Before them appeared a huge, indigo mecha, knelt down low enough to give them access into a two-person cockpit. The armor on its shoulders and waist were spiky, and a weapon attached to one of its arms helped for a bit of extra shielding from the Ohm around them.

Landing just outside the cockpit a few feet off the ground, Jr. spun around and reached a hand out to Billy.

[identity profile] ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com 2011-08-14 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The Ohm that clung so desperately to the dragon finally fell, but not without as much struggle and trouble they could muster to give. However, a group of Bombardiers were flying in from another area - perhaps fleeing, or perhaps because they finished their job wherever they came from. But the Bombardiers weren't alone. Shrikes that had moved from space moved with them, larger and faster and stronger. And able to hit from a longer distance because the dragon was easy to spot in the air. An array of their psychic lances came shooting toward Crucible.
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-08-14 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy jumped when the signal was given, hopping up on a grunt's head with his good leg and pushing up for support. He'd gripped Jr.'s hand and clambered into the vehicle, hissing in pain at the jarring of his foot, but it was safe now.

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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[personal profile] dragonlordbight 2011-08-15 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
The Shrikes may be faster and harder hitting than the bombardiers, but they hardly compared to other foes he had faced, let alone other dragons. His sharp eyes easily picked out the Shrikes as they struck from a distance his large form far more nimble than one would think as he wove through the air, one of the psychic lances glancing off his side with a hiss of pain, the strike unable to penetrate his thick scales however as he retaliated with searing blasts of his breath weapon, the blasts capable of skewering multiple targets on a lucky hit.

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.

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
And in Jr. dropped into the other pilot's seat, the hatch of the cockpit shutting immediately behind him. But being inside the Asher wasn't being out of the woods quite yet. Not with Tanks and Shrikes around. But they could at least get off of the ground. Jr.'s fingers were like a blur over the controls in front of him, and he was thankful the E.S. had been tweaked to fit his piloting style when it had technically became his own. It didn't take long to get used to it like the back of his hand.

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.

[identity profile] ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com 2011-08-15 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
The Shrikes scattered, some of them being taken out from Crucible's blast. The others knew better than to regroup after that maneuver, so moved in to take their shots at the dragon at a closer range, taking the time to charge as they swooped in so by the time they were close enough they'd let off quite an impressively-sized psychic lance. They moved beneath him, while the Bombardiers soared upward to more easily aim their acid attacks at him. Gravity would work in their favor for that if they attacked from above, after all.

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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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2011-08-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Got it. I'll look for targets in other directions," he nodded, gripping the clutch for the Tempest. All right. He could do this, given enough luck and a little concentration. He fired a test shot at some of the approaching Shrikes at an angle---a little off. The auto-target put him back on track, and he shifted it just slightly in anticipation of where they might move.

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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[personal profile] dragonlordbight 2011-08-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
They learned quickly, interesting, nevertheless in taking the chance to charge their lances gave Crucible the time he needed to draw on his breath once more, thunder filling the air as first one then a second beam of concentrated light cut through the Shrikes. Tilting on wingtip and diving toward the closest of the Shrikes even as one of their powerful lances lashed across the heavy scales of his underside, those hardened scales taking the brunt of the impact, scorching them but not breaking through them before he was amongst the remaining shrikes, catching one in his massive jaws to rend it in half.

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.

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
The cockpit shook violently when one of the Shrikes got too close to the mech, Jr. immediately plowing the pile bunker weapon into it as he had the Tank on the ground. Of course now they were in the air, so knockback from such harsh clashing didn't have much in terms of cushion aside from the Asher's thrusters. Jr. grunted, cursing under his breath. "We were the only ones down there," he noted, looking ahead at Crucible as the Asher sped in his direction to help him knock away the attacking Ohm. When it moved, Jr. fired off some missiles behind them to temporarily ward off any chasing enemies.

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."

[identity profile] ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com 2011-08-16 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Crucible's mouth was a bad thing, so the Shrikes and Bombardiers spread out more to circle the dragon. Some aiming to keep it busy while the others aimed attacks at his legs, feet, underbelly and tail, others prepared to do the same if he decided to twist and turn. And with two of their targets in the air now, they moved more carefully, not spreading themselves too thin but not relenting in their attacks. A group of Bombardiers shot their acid together from a distance, aiming for the Asher Jr. and Billy were in.