Lirath - Ground Battle

[cityship]

 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.]

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[dragonlordbight]

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.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

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."

[ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com]

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.