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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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Even as they shot wildly through the sky at rapid speed, someone had spotted the bombadiers plaguing the group.
"Down there! Let's clear the skies, bud."
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So her hand went straight to her pouch, and she took a moment to remember the lessons taught to her: the rapid, quick movement of the Bene Gesserit, the quick, striding movement of the sword fighhter, all becoming one with her bending. She had to feel out herself in this fight, use the little water she had expertly.
And the water became a whip, quick and deadly, and Kaya was back again, coming at her enemies as if she were wielding a flail: ranged, precise, and then the quickness of the Bene Gesserit warrior woman turned into her bending again. This was just using defense to become offense in a way again, a dance she had to use to its full potential if she wanted to survive. She wove through Assasins, not going for the kill but rather working herself around them until she had them stinging, and was still somehow darting out of Bombadier fire. She was sweating bullets but she knew just the momentary loss of focus, one wrong move, and the dance would end with her dead.
Of course, no one had imagined a devourer worm shaking things up, and seeing it coming at her feet she gave a bust of speed at the last moment, darting near a barricade of rocks, breathing hard.
She had to try blood bending NOW, because if it worked, if indeed being on this moon made a difference, it would change the tide of the battle.
So she concentrated on the worm, her arms outstretched, for the moment out of its view. If this worked, she knew what she had to do next, to at least minimalize the destruction they could face.
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He banked sharply, folding his wings tight against his body as he dove. He kept his mouth shut until the approach, his teeth retracted as he prepared the blast, the heat growing, percolating in his body--
--then the dragon opened his maw, pupils narrowed into slits, and launched a blast of superheated fire, almost plasma, once, twice, more, to explode against the Bombardiers, flaring his wings to bank sideways as they made contact and sweeping away, a satisfied smile on his scaly face.
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However, as Hiccup and Toothless thankfully lessened the enemy flyers' numbers, it freed Cargn from having to protect himself, instead focusing on attacking.
"Focus fire on the Worm!" he called, as a powerful surge of psychic electricity arced from his hand to sear the flesh of the giant creature.
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For the moment, it had to be the Tank. Rushing headlong, the Kryptonian met the Tank head on, a shockwave of sorts erupting as the two collided.
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Some Guards rolled in to give more protection to the worms and other units Cargn and Clark aimed for. As well a line of Firebugs that shot distanced plasma blasts to the two of them. The closer enemies behind their protection attacked when they saw openings. Trying to confuse and catch the fighters off guard.
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It was a temporary solution to one Kaya knew she would now have to solve with her strength, as bending was no longer an option that would stay. She rolled out of her hiding place now, grabbing at the guns she'd previously discarded and fired several blasts. Any assassin coming forward would now get the brunt of her Bene Gesserit training, which aimed to incapacitate an opponent by hitting its weakest points and rendering it weakened to pick off. She went at the assassins at full gusto, using every ounce of speed she could muster, pausing only to catch her breath when she attacked again, shooting, then bending when necessary. She was getting hit all right, but she made sure to stay just out of reach of those poisoned claws.
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With a yell, he raised his staff, slamming it down against the massive creature's skin. Focusing his psychic powers through the staff, he sent a massive jolt of psychic energy surging through the beast's nervous system. Against a lesser enemy, it would have simply caused their brain to explode, but against a larger creature like the Worm, it could still cause it a massive amount of pain, throwing it off enough for someone else to strike a telling blow.
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With the Tank charging in once more, Clark charged at it once more, stopping it in its tracks. This time, however, he added in his heat vision, hoping to pierce the beast's hide and give others a spot to attack it.
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The Tank fought against Clark's strength, pushing back against him even as his heat-vision seared it. But it didn't give in that easily, pushing its weight as hard as it could.
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She used the water whip like a flail again, only this time she solidified the water upon impact, making it more like a stream of ice, and aiming now at vulnerable parts of them. Speed drove her to gather what water broke back to her hands again, and reuse the whip again and again, beating her attackers back. When there was enough distance she brought out the plasma rifle and shot at them again, trying to drive them farther away from the others.
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