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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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He sped across the field and moved in for short strikes, appearing as a blur of a muted and blood-stained color that had once been a shining royal blue. Well aware that he lacked Ronnae's raw power, he tried to outlast with speed and precision. The battlefield was no place to lose his logic because it was one of his greatest weapons. Observation of the battle helped him to find weak spots---
---like one Ronnae had seemed to uncover, slicing off the claws. He did his best to do the same, tearing into his enemies when the time was right and retreating when it wasn't. That approach minimized his injuries, even if it took longer.
"Almost there!" he yelled as he threw himself at an exposed back and struck, glancing up at the Zords overhead. They were waiting for him. "One more push?"
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With that, she rushed ahead, taking the brunt of the damage and dishing out a flurry of blows that was shredding through the ranks. It was almost as she was dancing under a rainfall of gore, twisting back and forth, dodging, flipping, spinning and twirling into and out of attacks, performing her own graceful song as she sliced through the blockade.
"All yours sweetheart~" she mused in the midst of it, hoping she had cleared enough for Billy to have an easier job reaching the Zords and his friends.
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When he wasn't tearing into his own enemies and shooting in at the right times, he sometimes caught sight of her in combat. She was a natural warrior, far beyond his abilities. Billy could feel awkward about that later, but for now he was grateful to be alive and still in the fight. There was so much more to do.
When the path was clear, he...could have run straight for the Zord. He probably should have. Instead, he eyed the Ohm in front of her, stabbed it twice, tossed it aside, and left a fleeting kiss on the first part of her he could reach in a hurry---it was likely to be her ear or temple.
"I'll be back to finish this, Ronnie," he promised. At last he was on his way.
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It was that daring, brave and still affectionate act that made her blush and for a moment feel weak at the knees, mind racing with thought improper for the battlefield. His words shook her out of her daze and she blushed, moving one of her matted bangs from her face and looked at him as he headed to his friends.
She couldn't help but smile, almost forgetting she was on the field, biting her lower lip timidly before the aftershock of a grenade snapped her back into place. Woops better stay focused...
She glanced once more in the direction of the Zords and couldn't help but feel a sense of worry... She finished the enemies around her and made her way in that direction, if anything she could help, if they didn't need the help she'd assist the wounded then.