Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20180331184055

Stahlfritz nodded as the specialist dropped to the ground, revealing Kurai behind with two smoking gundaggers. Snappily reloading Sturmhund, he bolted off towards Stella who was still locked in a swordfight with the other. Leaping into the air, his jumpkit's thrusters flared as he hovered, laying down cover fire.

If it weren't for Lucina jamming the data transfer, Master would have known all too well that single skilled opponents were not Estellia's strong suit. Sure, she could cut through squads of grunt-tier opponents, veterans if she got the drop on them well enough. But faced with any type of real opposition in a one-on-one was a slippery slope to pain.

A slab of metal barreling towards her, Mein charging in, and now a flurry of bullets from Fritz, just too much for the Specialist to handle. She lept upwards to avoid Osiris's contribution, leaving an opening for Stella to ram her, sending her into a twirl. Landing face-down in the blood soaked dirt, she just barely lifted her head up to see Fritz transforming his rifle into scissor-spear mode. The gunmetal blue aura of the cyborg enveloped him and the weapon and he slammed straight down onto her neck.

The head landed with a soft thunk into the mud. --- Breathing heavily, Stella came to a stop just a few feet in front of Osiris who looked a little more than peeved at her. Drawing her shotgun, she took deadly aim at the other girl's face only to fire two slugs at a third cloaked loyalist who thought he'd get the drop on both of them with a grenade launcher. Striking him twice in the head, the device sputtered and faded, revealing the body lying among the others.

"Look" she holstered her shotgun and gave off a friendly, if not tired smile. "I'm sorry I snapped at you; but please try not to stand around like you want a bucket of popcorn." Like many Eliminators, Stella was a big proponent of "If you're not fighting, you're reloading, patching yourself, doing something useful."

Her optical implants glowed blue as she looked around for anyone else. No survivors here; everyone else got away, leaving just the super-spider that Rainier was soon to add to his Inua's killmarks.

"Rainier, all foot-mobiles dispatched; need backup?"

"Negative; we're almost done." The archer called through the mic as his aircraft's fire suppression systems kicked in and he flew the heavy gunship after his prey. Like a vulture charging after a dead animal walking, the Inua Alpha came low, plasma cannon blasting away. In an effort to get some cover, the super-spider turned two of its guns towards the surrounding ruins and ground, creating a wall of debris and rubble to cover itself.

High above, Lucina turned her portside Microwave cannon on the spider and its shattered armor like a futuristic AC-130. The exposed components and damaged energy weapon of the Spider turned from serious assets to serious liabilities as stripped wires and dust conduits arced and crackled off each other, culminating in an ammunition cookoff, ending the super-spider.

"Scanning, All Hostile Units dispatched." the CATSAIs of everyone reported. Rainier brought the Alpha in for a landing in the town square as Loretta hopped out to help examine the damage. --- As Pan was about to commit a DUI for the greater good, Cordelia motioned for the rest of the rebel fireflies to follow him in. Geuda as well had already got to work revving up one of the jeeps. As its engine roared to life, he reached into one of his many pouches, revealing a single flare gun.

Aiming it at the sky, he squeezed the trigger with grim determination. An orange rocket screamed high above windstorm valley before exploding into a purple haze, not unlike a Sahali twilight... -- Pan's scroll went off, as he answered, the same woman he spoke with on the train was on the line.

"As the day comes to close, twilight comes as a final bastion before the rise of the night. In hoc signo vinces" -- "That's the signal. All fighters, engage!" a Corvus pilot called to his allies as they dropped out of the sky, right behind the cloaked airships. Deploying decoys, it looked like an enormous swarm of mechanical Nevermores materialized behind the transports.

"Heatseekers locked! Firing!" the actual aircraft launched missiles, sweeping between the decoys to maintain the illusion. As they transferred targeting data back to the Order jets, they followed up with 20mm cannon fire. --- Just behind the swarm of black dawn fighter planes, the Talon of Zetescu and its escorts entered the airspace. At the helm, rogue crusader Cizin Pech observed the battlefield.

"All assets are in place sir. Say the word and we will crush the False Judge like a horde of Goliaths." his comms officer spoke with vitriol in her voice.

He said nothing for a moment, only to pull back up to fly wide around the valley.

"Let the False Judge show us his strength, and then we shall see."