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It's The Final Countdown

This was it. Endgame. The crux of the battle, the turning point, those crucial moments that would decide if the crew won or lost, that would decide if the Ohm would reign victorious or go running with their chitinous tails between their legs.

Did the crew have enough grit to win? Could they defeat a full Ohm fighting force?

With the flagging confidence of the GIA forces, it'd be up to the crew to turn the tide.

And one of the crew would pay the ultimate price to make sure the others walked away alive.

[ooc: everything is up!]

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While the general kept most of the battlefield distracted, on the urban side of the evac point, near the med-tents, an Ohm force was making a rush for the shields, hoping to break through by force and attack the MASH unit on the other side.

Could this fresh surge in enemies be stopped before it was too late?

Taking the lead in the charge was a Tank, ready to blast through the barrier with its sheer force of power. Flanking it were a number of Guards and Assassins, whom were hidden away behind the massive Tank.

So far, it seemed like this set might not be too bad, but one may never know...

A flash of bight blue shot across the open space between the ersatz medical facility and the on-coming Ohm. This was something. Finally. The pent up anxiousness of waiting, the feeling of helplessness, gone. Now he could do something. For his mom, his dad, for Milagro, for Brenda. Everyone who wasn't here, everyone who might be here, everyone who was gone. And so he struck. A bright lance of energy shot out of the cannon that had formed on one arm, blasting several smaller Ohm into the air as he closed on the tank.

Khaji Da was already providing advice, schematics, suggested weaponry. And for once, he listened. For once, he unleashed the power he was so careful to keep restrained. Here, it was the Ohm or the injured, the helpless or the great enemy that had destroyed so much.

For once, he had no choice.

Edited 2011-08-23 06:01 (UTC)

"Over there, over there!" cried out a voice over the wind, and a foot pedal was cranked just so to send him and his companion into a dive.

The horde below looked like it needed a good blasting.

"We can't let them reach the shields! Charging like that, they might break right through!"

Toothless' response was a snort and the folding of his massive black wings, half-tailfin collapsed instantly to match Hiccup's prosthetic--

--they dove.

For Toothless, the exhilarating drop was second only to the bugs in his sight, a hot blast of fire erupting from his jaws as they swept in.

Jaime zipped to one side, avoiding the incoming Hiccup and Toothless narrowly ans he blasted away. He had more powerful weapons, more effective, more potent. But he didn't dare use them. Especially considering some would probably take out a decent portion of the planet's crust along with the Ohm.

"We need to take down that Tank!" He yelled across the open air towards Hiccup, hoping the dragon-riding viking would hear him.

From above another much larger form winged its way in, another potential threat? To the Crew no, to the Ohm, very much so. A second dragon, a bronze dragon of colossal size at near 140ft long descended to join Toothless and Hiccup in descending from above upon the Ohm charge. Upon his back a small figure, that of the young draconian, Kali, Sniper rifle in hand.

"We cannot allow them to reach the shield, take what targets you can," Crucible called back over the wind to the Draconian upon his back not a moment before he took a sudden deep breath before letting loose a searing beam of concentrated light straight over the Tank's back, wounding the beast, giving the far more agile dragon to take it down as the Bronze swept up and banked around in preparation of taking another shot across the horde.

"Its shell's cracked!" Hiccup called out to Blue Beetle, after the other dragon's attack. "We'll blast it together!"

He patted his dragon's neck. "Toothless, let's go in for another run!"

Edited 2011-08-28 01:01 (UTC)

The beam of light was pretty intense for a creature with eyes adapted well to night flying, and Toothless shut his out of reflex, baring his teeth with a snarl and veering off instinctively as it came in over his head.

They opened again at the sound of Hiccup's voice, and he snapped out his wings, correcting sharply and sweeping back towards the tents, eyes fixed on the cracked tank. He opened his mouth to blast a second shot of fire, aimed right for that shell.

Tim may not have had the firepower of Blue Beetle, or the sheer size of the dragons, but he had been trained to hold his own with the best of them. And protecting the medical tents was paramount.

It might be tougher to fight the ones that were such a great deal larger, but he had his skills and his weapons to help fend them off and provide support for the others. And he knew where he could lend a hand, able to hear the calls of the others.

"Incoming," he gritted out to no one in particular, angling a plastic explosive into the air-- below the dragons and into the shell of the Tank, right into the spot they were aiming for.

He didn't like it--not that anyone did, he was sure--but he did it. He dove arms coming together to form another energy cannon to launch a blast at the wounded tank, joining the others in a focused attack on their enemy. They needed to do this. Had to protect the innocents. He forced his doubts out of his mind and focused instead on blast after blast of power pounding into the Tank below.

Sam was scrambling. He needed to get these people out of here. But first he needed a secure path to do so. They were taking too much of a pummeling to be able to do it safely. "Miranda! I need you to be ready to cover the whole tent if this shield goes down! Everyone! If there's anyone that has been treated and has their strength, if you can fight, we need you outside. Staff, all stabilized patients need to be prepped for evac at the next opportunity! We need to move!"

At that point the gateway that had been set up across the to the side of the tend sprang to life once more, the crystals glowing brightly as the portal interface coalesced before clearing to a view showing the hub aboard ship, an Elven figure stepping back through the gate and sweeping her gaze across the hectic scene within the tent, catching Sam's orders to his staff.

"I have an open portal to the ship for those whom require immediate Evacuation," She said quickly as she stepped over to him, indicating the portal through which she had stepped.

(OOC: Hope you don't mind Celena here, otherwise can delete if you'd rather!)

(I don't mind at all! 8D)

Celena's arrival would have brought a smile to Sam's face if he wasn't so stressed. "I'm glad to see you," he told her breathlessly. "Anyone on the left wall is ready to go," he told her. "If you could start escorting people through?" The tone he used was a question, but he didn't really expect her to do anything different. He turned toward a group of GIA nurses, orderlies, and assistants, and gave them the same orders. It didn't really matter what their feelings may be in listening to Sam, because they didn't have the time to argue.

Soon, there was a line of gurneys headed toward the portal. Once that seemed under control, he turned to stabilizing new patients as they came in.

Hey Stephen, Morgan sent as a flash through his commring. Remember that emergency backup plan we discussed? I think we kind of need it down here...

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It's The Final Countdown

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Mind another dragon + young draconian in here?

the more the merrier!

kldfngsk sorry my life I can't

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