Futuristic &nbsp; [DISCONTINUED] Dies Irae: Astral Fulcrum

Worthlessplebian

koala

Midrick @FiveElemental

Steve Jobs

TheRealAngeloftheStorm

Huntertabbysandshark3

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

30mm Rotary // 40mm Grenade Launchers

>>>>HERMIT'S CLIFF (SCIMITAR)<<<<
The Canyon's canon ripped through the Sorentines' makeshift barricades and entrenched positions with ease, exposing a few targets as they attempted to deploy their rocket launchers. The first platoon of drone infantry were quickly shredded up, prompting the remainder of the defenders to retreat underground to fortify their secondary positions within. The second platoon opened fire with their machine guns and fired two missiles at the Canyon. The first fell short of the Mobius's shield and detonated externally, while the second was sliced in half by a lightning-fast silhouette of a bladed Mobius that followed suit with a clean series of consecutive cuts. Amalgamation of flesh and metal were thrown about, tainting the bullet-riddled environment with crimson marks of the Mobiuses' arrival.

Upon disembarkment, Sarina's infantry training would be put to work, as her short-lived achievement summoned the presence of six autonomous drones that began to form up down the corridor to complement their human officers. Banding together with their shields, they formed a phalanx formation while letting loose the embers of their rifles at the pilot. At least, she managed to prevent the enemy from putting the gun out of commission.

/// Copy your last, Scimitar 2. Everything on the ground seems accounted for. Proceed on foot with caution. Be advised, the Viridius control panel is within the underground center. I've temporarily matched all biometric scans for you and the rest to gain access and reboot the systems. Get that gun online, Scimitar. ///

>>>>YSTRINA FERRY (WARHAMMER)<<<<
"Well, I'll be damned. It's a Mobius! Come on, Shugherz! Let's round up the stragglers while they get the batteries online again!"

"On it! Two infantry, bearing two-five-zero. Range three-forty-two. Steady gale. Tangos painted - prepare to match." The spotter quickly relayed the stragglers' positions on his rangefinder, which updated and relayed the same information to their gunner's optics.

"Match. Round's out." The sniper announced, pulling back a triggered recoil as one of the outlined drone fell to the ground.

"Bearing two-five-nine. Same range. Match?"

"Matched. Firing." The repeated with great efficiency while the mechanized hoplite mopped up the rest of the external defenders.

"Good effect on target. What now?"

"Relocate to the thirty-fifth floor and watch their backs. It's the least we could do."

"The room with the nice shelf we passed right?"

"That's the one. Pack your shit, let's go!" The sniper then depressed their laser sight's taped trigger rapidly, while aiming at the Belial to grab their attention in infrared optics. Relaying a friendly hand-signal to the pilot within the mechanized suit that they had friendly infantry on overwatch, the sniper and their spotter began hiking the stairs, before setting up their new position much higher.

/// Warhammer 2, be advised, ARLA elements are en-route, but are encountering heavy resistance. Attempting to locate an alternate route for the convoy now. Proceed with your mission, and reactivate that gun, Warhammer. ///

>>>>CENTURY SQUARE (CLEAVER)<<<<
"Copy your last, Cleaver Actual." Cyra replied, as she followed Rakh and the rest towards Century Square. The collapsed commercial buildings laid out before them, as remnants of ARLA and reservists were all but lifeless bodies with armaments scattered across the bullet-riddled plaza. At the edge of the coastal highway, overlooking the exit towards the square, was a deactivated Viridius cannon. The eerie silence seeped in, but not before being broken by a shower of high-explosive rounds dotting the sky to greet the approaching Mobiuses. The shaking and rumbling did not bother the feline pilot in the slightest, as she maintained her focus on their objective. On the other hand, she was not going to let her teammates down - especially when they have trained and grieved together for the last three long months.

"Touching down now." She announced, directing her Mobius's shield energy forward to mitigate most of the incoming fires. She held her strength in reserve, just as the infantry began to follow up with a volley of TOW missiles directed at her. Stemming itself into the pavement, the Ritterbruder braced itself against the incoming missiles that managed to scrape off a few panels of the reactor's shielding system. It was her turn, and she did not hesitate to roll up the forty-mike-mike from the back of the Ritterbruder's sleeve. A few metallic click followed, as a line of chained explosions followed. The grenade launcher did its job, leveling most of the defensive positions set up by the Sorentine.

Snapping her attention towards the holes in the nearby structures, Cyra propelled her surrogate armor forward, attaching the Ritterbruder against the side of the building like a spider. Setting her Mobius on sentry mode, the Ritterbruder spun up its thirty-mike cannon - pasting anything that was painted red. As the Ritterbruder continued to suppress the enemy position in the open plaza, she quickly unplugged herself from the titan's mana panel, and with a flick of her swift hand - the compartment beside her ejected a standard-issued Thuringen which was quickly seated within her grasps. Leaping out of the cockpit, the woman entered the hole in the building. Lining her sights up, she hugged the wall before her. Snapping the bolt-catch into place, Cyra pivoted herself out of cover and quickly squeezed her triggers in quick succession. With four drones eliminated, the woman launched herself forward and tackled the officer that was controlling the anti-tank drones. As they tried to snatch Cyra's rifle, she angled her leg and pulled him closer to reveal the manablade in her hand. One thrust, two thrust, the Sorentine soldier fell to their knee, but not before getting their collar slit by the agile pilot.

"Krega jectarni? (What is your mission?)" She inquired the soldier in New Arcadian. When the soldier refused to answer and tried to reach for their weapon, Cyra casted the wounded officer towards the ground and executed them on the spot. Releasing her magazine, the feline cast her gaze on the cyan-glint behind it - which quickly counted and relayed the remaining ammunition within to her HUD. Seating the magazine into one of her empty pouches, Cyra then loaded a fresh one, before navigating her way towards the exit.

With the landing zone secured, Cyra scanned the horizon, before making sense of the situation. Surmising the ongoings that surrounded them, as well as evidences of what transpired on the ground thus far, the lacking presence of Sorentine forces to easily overwhelm a planetary district beckoned her to question their enemy's objectives. She then turned towards the Schrani, before closing off her open-comms and establishing a secured direct line to Rakh alone. Lowering her rifle, she made her way towards the vacated square to greet the tall titan before her with a grim look on her face.

"Something's not right, Cleaver Actual. These guys are barely equipped with any of the newer infantry rifles, which means they're not frontliners - but a garrison unit. This isn't an invasion fleet. I don't think they expected us to be here - on Velika. But that's just a theory."

Shaking her head slightly, she focused on the entrance towards the gun's control center. The underground corridor meant ambushes, and she was not going to give it to chance. Raising her rifle, she covered the entry point, while the Ritterbruder continued to scan the surrounding area from above.

"In cover, ready to breach and enter, Cleaver Actual." She said, kneeling behind some rubble with clear sight on the sealed entrance.

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Pilgrim59 · Sep 1, 2023

DR. D. LOXLEY

GRAND DIRECTOR

STATUS:

Active Duty

LOCATION:

AICA, Velika Prime

INTERACTION:

Soviet Panda

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

N/A

"Major Pakston." A tranquil voice tickled Pakston's ears, catching the idle Major off-guard by its isolated echoes.

"This is an encrypted communique. Officially, you did not hear this from me. OSIS (Office of Strategic Intelligence Support), in all their wisdom, have decided to keep us on defensive operations. I disagree. However, they're running out of time and you're the solution. Approximately ten minutes ago, three Albatrosses ferrying several OSIS officers were shot down in the Central District near Arkus Bridge. As you know, the Bridge has been changing hands for the past two hours. It's only a matter of time before they close the pocket to our south, and cut off our exit across the Arkus - which they will. Life support systems aboard those flights show no sign of active vitals. It is safe to assume those onboard are now considered KIA. There are three visually-confirmed crash sites scattered across the city. I need you to check all three Albatrosses and retrieve something for me."

A series of digital images then displayed themselves via the Major's DNAI. The first was an Albatross hanging onto an office building on Viridiant Avenue with its fuselage still intact, but riddled with shrapnels. Upon closer inspection, the fuselage's hull curved outward in a flower-like pattern - as if it was blown up from the inside out. The second Albatross, located in Liberty Square, was centered dead in the middle of an active engagement zone between Sorentine and Farbanian ground forces. The vehicle have suffered great damage from incoming fire from both sides, barely recognizeable, aside from what remained of its propellers. It would become the rallying king-of-the-hill prize for the contest between the Sorentine and Farbanian forces. The third Albatross was geo-located atop a floating sky garden above Krasnykan Monument with minimal external damage, but its rotors were out of commission, severed from its body and set ablaze sporadically. While easy to spot on thermal-imaging, it can potentially mask any presence of hidden troops nearby. All three locations were within reach of the Arkus salient, where the final Farbanian line of evacuation point resided.

"You'll know what you're looking for when you see it. If you're lucky, you might find it on your first try." The Doctor concluded with an alluding tone.

As far as cryptic messages conveyed went, the Doctor handled herself carefully with her words. Though a few details were often omitted deliberately. It would not be long before the Major begins to question her motivations while en-route. Of course, it would not matter, so long as the Major was able to secure and retrieve her prized objective. The minor details such as who had shot down those Albatrosses, or why did they chose such a reckless method of egression across hostile-controlled zones would be irrelevant and none of anyone's concerns in due time. After all, mishaps and tragedies often befell those that donned the armor of war and hailed the edge of their swords.

"As much as I'd like for Major Muirse to accompany you, I need her here to organize and rearm the saplings when they return. You'll be alone on this one, Major Pakston. One more thing - as soon as you retrieve your objective, mark your location, and I will have someone pick you up. Whatever you do - Do not attempt to exfil across the bridge."

As the ground crew prepped the runway for the Major, the Doctor revealed herself atop the balcony of the flight control tower. Her stern visage, absent of light and brimming with solemn pride, greeted the mechanized colossus from afar. Her distant, calculating eyes were evident of her silent involvement - sold to the ex-SCAR as a responsibility that one must bear for their future.

"Fair gales, Durandel." She said, before ending the transmission.

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RedArmyShogun · Sep 2, 2023

SARINA R. KIRST

~~~~
Status: Active Duty
Location: Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime, FABELIKA PRAETORI SYSTEM
Interaction:

ERode @FiveElemental

Pilgrim59
Mobius Armaments: 75mm Anti-Tank Rifle - 30mm Rotary Cannon
~~~~

Great, just great. Sarina thought to herself at the new arrivals. There were other entrances to the building, but Sarina had no idea if she were alone in here, or if more had entered from other sides, or just late to getting in now. The gun had to be taken intact, as her communicator chimed, she had a bullet bounce off of her helmet along the right side as she ducked around a corridor, peeking out briefly.

"Scimitar Two to Grand Caster, prevented a saboteur, likely to be other explosive devices on the other gun positions or here. One satchel is not enough to bring those guns down. I'm engaged with heavy enemy force, if you can, transmit me a map of the battery's interior design."

With that she paused long enough to switch her attention to Scimitar Actual. "Scimitar Two to Scimitar Flight. I really could use a hand here. Wait-"

With that Sarina leaves the Com open and the loud blast of a shotgun could be heard, followed by the racking of a new 10-gauge buck shot round into the chamber. They were getting a bit cocky and starting to advance. Fortunately for her, that was exactly what she wanted. Making full use of her gifts and fortified flight suit , Sarina quickly rolls out of the cover she had, aiming up and to the right side the Cenerithian had an angle now and there was just a little gap between the officers and the shield wall, between the shields themselves, between gunport gaps and lifting to expose the feet themselves. First shot was fired into the curvature of the hall itself, up and above the group, ricocheting off of it and bouncing down the hall and into the officer nearest the shot. Then she aimed low, unleashing two rapid fire shots of the pump shotgun attachment, pellets bouncing like rocks throw sideways at a lake. Going into the feet of a number of those behind the shield, catching some return fire that did not puncture her vest, the Cenerithian was left winded and in some bit of pain as she back peddled behind the cover Aiming another shot to the wall in front of her.

With at least three of the drones and one officer down or incapacitated, the rest began to back off, calling for reinforcements.

"Scimitar 2 to Scimitar Flight, I've hurt them, but they are hunkering down now, will need those maps then I'll act as Marksman for whoever comes in on point, took a few hits, so I won't be stopping more. I got one officer, a demolitions engineer, and three drones. Once support is in, we'll go straight for the command center if we can find any alternate paths, or if we must go directly." Catching her breath, she scooted out, being sure the path was clear, she was very disappointed that no allies came in as ordered to do so, but she shouldn't have went in assuming they would follow.

"Grand Caster, got those maps for me, or is this just a straight-forward hall?" If she must, then she would do it alone, making the best of her accuracy and ability to bank shots.

Soviet Panda · Sep 4, 2023

Adric Pakston

The helmed visage of Durandel turned towards Dr. Loxley as she showed herself on the balcony overseeing the runway. She had cut comms before he could respond, but he did not need to. She knew he would do as she 'asked'. Giving a faint nod of it's gargantuan head, Durandel readied itself for the bone jarring rush of carrier takeoff. Thrusters ignited, Adric was pushed into his control harness, the intense force of it threatening to render him unconscious were it not for his training. Suddenly, he was weightless, then the boosters of Durandel activated, and he was away. Armed with a Sygnis Blade and 30mm rotary cannon, Durandel was well equipped to face most hostiles barring super heavies. But he would leave those to the 'saplings', as Dr. Loxley had called them.

He quickly plotted his route while in flight, deciding first to aid in the battle at Liberty Square. The appearance of a Mobius, let alone one as renowned as Durandel, appearing in the fight would surely turn the fight in their favor. After that was settled, he'd go to the one atop a floating sky garden above the Krasnykan Monument. The fires would possibly baffle his sensors so he'd have to dismount and investigate with care, but it was of no concern to him. He knew Durandel would have his back. And finally, was the one with the suspicious damage on Verdant Avenue. He wouldn't ask questions, that's not what he was trained to do. Not unless what he found warranted some questions being asked and some digging done. But, in the end, he just hoped that whatever he found would be worth it.

ThatWhichShouldBe · Sep 4, 2023

AEOUN

CADET | WARHAMMER 2

STATUS:

Active Duty

LOCATION:

Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime, Ystrina Ferry

INTERACTION:

WARHAMMER SQUADRON

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

HARPE AND AEGIS [HOLOBLADE/ENERGY SHIELD]
At the words of Grand Caster, Aeoun frowns. Damn. He takes up a defensive position outside the gun, prepared to hold their ground- If the incoming ARLAs were being engaged, then that meant the enemy would probably also have forces on standby to counterattack. And if so, Aeoun would have to be ready to buy time to get the gun up and running, and for reinforcements to finally arrive. Thankfully, his mech wasn't too poorly suited for that sort of combat, finding a good spot and hunkering behind its massive energy shield.

"I'm not a tech-wizard! Someone else get the gun online!"

He wouldn't be useful at all in negotiating the complexities of Farbantian techno-sorcery.

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LostHaven · Sep 6, 2023

Liane D. Venhaus

Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime
ARMAMENTS: 40MM GRENADE LAUNCHERS // [EMP]

Whilst the absentminded pilot of Ein-Sof seemed to be in little hurry to storm the building, her comrade, Sarina, wasted no time in rushing in through the front entrance. "Hmm," she hums to herself as Sarina disembarks her M.O.B.I.U.S. and begins to storm the building, shotgun in hand. Her request for reinforcements was acknowledged, but Sarina would've had no way to know, given that Liane had not bothered to reply.

Making the decision to follow suit, Liane, too, dismounts her mech, a familiar weapon in hand. Very few could forget it, the enormous and battle-worn greatsword that she had lugged around and gotten confiscated on orientation day. And much like her performance on that day, Liane sported not even a speck of protective wear, nor a lick of urgency in her step. Leisurely strolling toward the entrance, she enters, greatsword hauled over her shoulder.

The Cenerithian would first be alerted to the presence of her eccentric squad-mate by the sudden shift in the air. Whereas it was once warm with fresh gunfire, the atmosphere suddenly turns suffocating with a unintelligible sense of wrongness, an inexplicable sense of existential dread, followed by a sharp whistling in the air as Liane's greatsword flies past her, spinning rapidly at an incredible velocity through the hallway and toward the fleeing officers. It finds its mark in a drone fleeing alongside its human officer. Following immediately after the greatsword was its owner, charging in with reckless abandon. Momentarily disoriented by the sudden choking dread, a Sorenti officer falls victim next to the homunculus' enormous blade, which comes horizontally from behind with blinding speed. Though the blade had long since dulled, it struck them from behind with enough force regardless, completely crushing their torso and throwing them to the side like a ragdoll. Following immediately, a downward slash, crashing into another officer's helmet with such blunt force that it crumples beneath the blade, allowing it to sink into its victims skull. With one motion, the blade is yanked out of the crushed cranium, splattering the ground with the fluids that had once been contained within.

The massacre is cut short by the sound of an explosion, followed by a bright flash of light that detonates right in Liane's face. Frantic footsteps echo down the hallway as Sorenti forces make a swift retreat with their temporary reprieve. By the time Liane had reoriented her vision, hostile forces had long since retreated deeper into the building. "Flashbang. Should have been expected," she mutters to herself as she turns back to examine her comrade.

One look at Sarina's condition showed she was still in condition to proceed with the mission, so Liane didn't even bother to ask whether or not Sarina was alright. "I will act as vanguard. Provide cover fire for me," she states, still unwavering in her emotionless demeanor, despite caked in a substantial amount of blood that somehow made her blank stare all the more strange to behold.

ERode

Huntertabbysandshark3 · Sep 11, 2023

STATUS:
Active Duty
LOCATION:
Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime
KARIKO MORINRA

Kariko let out a long irritated sigh, maintaining visual with Warhammer 2 the pilot not only didn't have his comm unit on but was making a damn good fire magnet meanwhile she'd keep further behind her own Mobius more suited to a fire support role picking off targets where and when she could with small movements of her mechs limbs nothing too elaborate simply efficient each shot being aimed and fired without much fanfare before acquiring new targets she'd still make attempt to contact the other Warhammers and yet still nothing, did everyone have the bloody comms off? whatever someone would either die or speak, wasn't her call to make. and Finally, Mr. Glory Hound deigned to SPEAK to them and DEMAND of them something typical, probably some nobleman's grandson then. "aaah mr swordman finally speaking alright.. this is Warhammer 4, ill be arriving at your location soon warhammer 2, oh and word of advice, don't go running around like that again" she'd reply over the comms her voice coated with a sense of deep irritation. her Mobious slowly walking its way over in its own ponderous manner so to speak, huge guns ready to back up the new guy for what it was worth, regardless they where a team for now, and her own irritation at this guys attitude didn't change the fact they had a job to get done.

RedArmyShogun · Sep 12, 2023

SARINA R. KIRST

~~~~
Status: Active Duty
Location: Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime, FABELIKA PRAETORI SYSTEM
Interaction:

Pilgrim59
Mobius Armaments: 75mm Anti-Tank Rifle - 30mm Rotary Cannon
~~~~

As time ticked on, Sarina bit her lower lip, beneath her enclosed helmet as the schematics were sent to her. the Anti-Air instillation was rather straight forward in its design, two entry ways, a staggard hall so you couldn't just kill everyone in a straight shot, rooms for power capacitors and ammunition magazines, a central command room, given the size of the battery and its purpose, the control room had a rather spacious interior that fortunately would be lacking in cover. Hoping Liane or Muris would turn up, Sarina partially wondered if they had entered from the other entrance. Either way, time was running out, pursuit was a bad idea, but if they dug in it would be all too late.

Just as she was readying the charge, help did come. It was Liane, and judging by the speed, blood and blade. No one else here used a sword minus their team leader, and he stood out too much to not notice. The fleeing men seemed to have been her target, droids and whatever else. The Cenerithian was pleased, relieved even. As she checked her custom rifle and slammed a few shotgun shells into the under, she nodded, taking up position behind Liane as she got ready. With her helmet and internal display, she used a forward illumination light to show the route and battery position, unfortunately the designers did not make airshafts big enough for a person to crawl through. Liane had more than a little blood on her, but the knife-eared pilot had a feeling none of it was her own, and she wasn't about to ask.

Along the way there were scattered strong points and even another engineer attempting to blow up one of the magazines for the gun position, While Sarina let Liane take the leading role, she fired over her shoulder, with deft accuracy, taking out the Engineer in the hallway before he could duck in and away. With the two plowing ahead, Sarina would check her shots, to ensure she didn't shoot the swordswoman in the back as they finally reached the central control room, a number of droid infantry stood on the second layer and overlook, while another officer and flesh and blood infantry held to the bottom levels, all in all what was left of the Platoon they had fought up till now was here, some 12 men and drones. There was also another satchel charge, while she could not say this was the case with all the batteries, the officer here apparently decided if he couldn't have the gun, no one cool.

"L- Ein Sof, we need them taken out now, I'll leave the bottom floor to you, I'm taking the ones on the upper level, we move when you say, try not to damage any of the FCS terminals."

Worthlessplebian · Sep 12, 2023

RAKH XIRILENKIA

PILOT/ THE SCHRANI

STATUS:

Active Duty

LOCATION:

Cafeteria, Velika Prime, FABELIKA PRAETORI SYSTEM

INTERACTION:

Pilgrim59

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

[30mm Rotary Cannon] & [AIMALS]

The Schrani's towering shadow stretched across the approach to Century Square, looming over the commercial buildings like a portent —a spectre of war. The mobius' cervical actuators thrummed with energy as the mech's head scanned the bullet-ridden plaza, strewn or chaotically decorated with the lifeless bodies of ARLA and the reservists. Rakh's breath was bated, as if almost sensing the wrongness of the scene before him. Just as the abnormal silence settled, it was broken by the feverish screams of high-explosive rounds barreling towards them, dotting the sky with their presence. The man exhaled relief as the anticipation ended. Swiftly responding by sliding Schrani's warframe out of their trajectory, only a few projectiles managed to find their mark, but efforts were frustrated by the mobius' shielding apparatus. The tremors forced Rakh to huff, but remained steadfast against their enfilade. The staccato retort of the Schrani's 30 millimeter pulped a dozen Sorenti infantrymen. One of the TOW missiles veered off course from the Ritterbruder, their intended target, directly towards the Schrani's chest. Spotting the rogue projectile, Rakh tilted the mech's chest to the left and lifted up his arm to allow the missile an impact to the building next to him. Concrete and shattered rebar bloomed outwards in a great cloud of dust, debris pelting the behemoth of engineering down to its thigh in a thin-coat of grey.

Ritterbruder responded in a rapid series of metal thumps as the grenades propelled out of the launcher's tubes. Washing the Sorentine infantry in explosions that ended as quickly as they came. Watching the devastation before him brought a silent satisfaction to the pilot, though he would not admit such affections. With the defensive positions leveled, Rakh circled the square to mop up the stragglers that were unfortunate enough to survive Cyra's bombing.

As Rakh concluded his task, he took note that the Ritterbruder had been put on sentry mode, gazing at the soft-glow of a panel in front of the pilot, detailing the squad's status. With machine efficiency, the Ritterbruder assisted Rakh in pasting the fleeing soldiers. The whirring propulsion of anti-tank drones was the only sound Rakh perceived before the hexagonal energy shielding flared to anticipate the drones' gunfire. Six of them swarmed towards him. He clawed at the drones with one mechanical gauntlet, splattering them on Schrani's black palm. Four flitted out of the way in time, twisting past him as Rakh turned around to fire. One. Two. They immediately fell, sparking all the way down before exploding as they hit the pavement at the foot of a building. The last two, however, juddered forward. He lowered the barrel of the rotary cannon, watching them flail about the sky as if their computerized brains had been lobotomized. They deactivated then dived to the streets below in a death-spiral.

Cyra must've taken out the drone command officer. He acknowledged the soundness of Cleaver Four's decisive action.

With the square now vacated of hostiles, the Schrani paced round further scanning the war-torn terrain. Rakh shifted his head in his cockpit, observing the various readouts that streaked across his eyes. Until he stopped suddenly. The HUD of his helm pinged with a direct-line request, instead of their squad-comm channel. He accepted the request, hearing feline pilots voice in his ear. Her theory surprised Rakh, who was not one to believe everything without seeing it for himself, but took her at her word.

"Copy that, Cleaver Four." Rakh responded. "Cleaver Two and Three, overwatch."

His titan's mana panel hissed as Rakh detached himself from the linkage. His fingers danced across the dashboard, setting Schrani into sentry-mode, but not before letting the mobius' knee plate scrape the concrete pavement. "Hold, Cleaver Four. I'll link up." Rakh ordered matter-of-factly, cracking his helmeted head side to side. He flicked down the standard-issue Thuringen from its alcove in the cockpit into his armoured hands, then disengaged the cockpit cover to disembark. Before he leapt out, he snatched his old picture that had been pinned to the interior, a metal click as the clip closed again. He stashed the pic in one of the armour's vacant pockets.

As Rakh hit the pavement, he rolled to his feet and swept the area with the barrel of his rifle before continuing onwards. The scuffle of his combat boots came up on Cyra, kneeling behind her with his weapon primed at the entryway.

"Breach." He gave the order.

Pilgrim59 · Sep 24, 2023

CPT. L. YRIX

185.ID/95th - Iris Company

STATUS:

Active Duty

LOCATION:

Liberty Square, Velika Prime

INTERACTION:

Soviet Panda

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

N/A

The troops at Liberty Square emerged from their cover, as the Durandel's emergence gave them an opening to retreat. Among the armored troopers and casters, was a young captain whose damaged helmet unveiled their right eye - brimming with hope. The HUD quickly relayed the Durandel's pilot rank, though the name of the pilot were blacked out.

"Major, sir!" She saluted the Mobius, before removing her helmet. Her DNAI details were relayed to the Durandel's panels. "Captain Yrix. 185th Infantry Division. 95th Regiment. Iris Company." She said, as the information panel on Pakston's HUD revealed that she was seventeen, and had only completed her officer school just the day before. Too young to drink, but old enough to bleed for her country. "Half of my company is killed or wounded. We managed break their recon forces. But they'll be back with heavier armor." She reported, drawing her sights on the destroyed Goliath Light Armor Walkers.

"Hard to believe you're our medivac. I don't think we'll fit." She smiled dryly, in an attempt to lighten the mood, as the wounded on stretchers made their way past their superiors.

"Told you I'll make it back to the rear before you, Cap'." One of the wounded men limped past Yrix with a joke.

"Wise ass." She remarked, before turning towards one of the sergeants. "Alister. Step on the gas and don't stop for anything."

"Yes, ma'am. What will you do, Cap?"

"Per our last orders, sergeant. Go on, git." She saw the sergeant driving the wounded off in a truck, before turning back towards Durandel. "Now. What can we do you for, Major, sir?"

"Captain. You might wanna see this." One of the troopers approached Yrix with a peculiar mana drive the size of a tablet, secured by a rough edges of axium laminations.

"I believe this belongs to you, sir?" Yrix snatched the mana drive from the trooper, and waved it before the Durandel. As she commented, two runners beckoned her attention, relaying handsigns that a sizeable amount of enemy forces were en route. Acknowledging their report, Yrix gave her non-commissioned officers the hand signal to dig in. Placing it upon Durandel's hand, the captain sighed softly at the implication.

Breaking radio silence, just as her monitor flashed, Loxley quickly got in touch with the Major. "Do you have the package, Major?" She inquired, as if the possession of the mana drive was made known to her the moment it fell into Durandel's hands.

"Whatever it is, I hope it's worth it, Major. Retrieval of friendly intel is a priority, you should get out of here. Don't you worry none, we'll give them a what-for. Go on, git. You're in my casters' defilade." Yrix then put on her helmet and slung her carbine into low-ready.

"This is it, everyone! Fix bayonets!" She said, attaching her manablade's hilt to the Thuringen's underbarrel lug, before erecting a sparking blade that extended beyond the barrel. Several troopers would form two distinctive lines of shoulder-pressed formation with their holoshields interlocking one another.

With the package in tow, the last thing for Pakston to do was to mark his position for extraction.

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Pilgrim59 · Sep 24, 2023

LT. S. KELSERIN - HERALD -

SABER 4

STATUS:

Active Duty

LOCATION:

Central District, Velika Prime

TAGS:

Worthlessplebian

koala

Midrick @FiveElemental

Steve Jobs

TheRealAngeloftheStorm

Huntertabbysandshark3

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

30mm Rotary & AAMs

With the guns terminal reactivated by the pilots on foot, they began to fire on the enemy cruiser that was closing in on the bay.

/// GRAND CASTER to all squadrons. All designated gun batteries are online. However, I'm afraid the celebration is gonna have to wait. LZ Epsilon has been overwhelmed by the enemy. LZ Grayback is about to be overrun, and will need all the help they can get. Proceed east and assist in the evacuation of the remaining transport ships. Saber Squadron, what's your ETA? ///

"Grand Caster, this is Saber Actual. Centurion is neutralized. We're overhead the coastal highway now- ... "

"What the hell?"

"Break right! Break right!" Saimos yelled with all his might, thrusting his MOBIUS forward to catch Saber 2, but it was too late.

"Saber 2! Status?!" Judyth relayed over the comms.

"I-I'm fine!"

A dark silhouette zoomed past them, cleaving Saber 2's shield in one fell swoop - forching them to reel back for a counter-attack. An explosion followed, clipping Saber 2's flight gear.

"They're too fast! I can't track them!"

Saimos maneuvered himself in to mitigate another attack, only to collide with the reflection of a silvery frame that emulated their designs. He found his giant blade brushing up against their assailant's own, with Saber 2 in dire need of support. Pushing his Mobius to its limit, the Herald engaged the second Titan in close-quarters.

"TITANS!"

"Grand Caster! We're being engaged by two enemy Titans - they're not appearing on our MADAR or SODAR! How the hell did they get through!?"

/// Standby, Saber. Rerouting all friendly Mobius elements to assist. Kaplan - get me eyes on that grid now! ///

The infrared optics on a nearby gun, of which was recaptured by Cleaver Squadron quickly zoomed in on Saber Squadron in the air and managed to snap a few close-up shots of the hostile Titans. Upon closer examination on screen, Grand Caster took a step back and froze up, as the familiar visuals of the unconventional frames and their distinctive markings beckoned the Colonel's undivided attention.

"Isn't that..."

"By the Stars..."

"That's the Oprichniks!"

"Calm yourselves. You're officers for crying out loud! Kerzul, eyes on the ground, now! Goddamn it..." Grand Caster grit his teeth, tearing away at his nails as their situation just got worse.

"Sir. We just lost contact with LZ Grayback. MADAR shows no sign of active beacon. Major Hertuis from the 46th is on the line."

"Major Hertuis. This is Grand Caster. Sitrep on Grayback."

"The transports are away, Grand Caster. They just knocked out the control tower. You can court-martial my ass at a later time, but we're not staying a second longer. I'm pulling back towards the bridge!"

Grand Caster set his gaze on the nearby artillery piece and snapped his fingers towards the officer in charge.

"Understood. Take the Fairlane Exit. I'm throwing a couple of danger-close airburst rounds down the airfield to cover your retreat."

"Copy that. Thanks. 46 out! All right, boys and girls. Pack your shit and hook right towards Fairlane! We're getting the shaz outta here!"

The screen would flash and roar as the artillery landed close on the 46th Mage Division's tails, effectively closing LZ Grayback.

With Grayback no longer on the table of options for a chance to hold the west side of the river, Grand Caster's primary concern was now the emergence of hostile Titans in the area. To make matters worse, they were identified as the Oprichniks, the Sorentine's elite Titan unit. Led by the "Duke", they were responsible for much of the Farbanian's catastrophic defeats across the galaxy. To think that they were able to find a direct line to Velika with ease. That, in addition to the recent planetary sabotage led them to conclude that this was all planned. What Grand Caster did not take into account was the minimal activities on screen. Even the Sorentine Invasion of Lorisa II and Hastatia boasted three times the size of the current force. Something was off, but the current concern was to get Saber some help. It felt like a desperate measure, to pitch all of AICA's pilots against the Oprichniks, but should they fail to stop them here, they will not get a second chance. All those elements bottling up at the bridge for evacuation will be nothing but grounded meat and molten steel once the Duke set their sights on them. Taking a deep breath, Grand Caster made up his mind and put on his headset again.

/// Be advised LZ Grayback has fallen. New directives to follow. Saber is engaged by hostile Titans just north of Century Square. I want Scimitar, Cleaver, and Warhammer Squadrons to engage and assist Saber team ASAP! ///

Despite his best attempt to remain objective, the urgency in his voice betrayed him of his falsely-conveyed confidence and tranquility. In fact, it reeked of fear and desperation. Saber Squadron found themselves being engaged by a pair of hostile Titans. Colorful trails of thrusters ripping through the clouds were followed by sporadic tracers in the sky. As the magnificent colossi of the sky displayed their terrible powers, the troops on the ground hastened their retreat. The once beautiful district, a symbol of arcane innovations and traditions, was now scarred by the sinews of war.

As the fighting intensified, Saimos finally gave into his frustrations at the enemy before him and activated his BOA weapon. The urgent voices of his comrades faded out, as he furiously immersed himself in hatred in Lumi's memories. Channeling his mana with negative emotions, the Spear of Light manifested itself and escaped the Herald's hands. The high-velocity spear whistled past the charcoal Titan, with the Herald thrusting itself behind it.

"Saber 4's lost it! Cover me, Actual! I'mma keep him from getting us all killed! Damn it, why did I volunteered for babysitting him?!"

To Saimos's surprise, just as the Spear of Light shattered a few panels of the Titan's shield, it was then revealed that the enemy had caught it with its bare hands. His eyes widened, as the hostile Titan redirected the mana spear's velocity towards its owner. Dodging out of the way, the Herald barely managed to evade his own BOA weapon. His eyes widened, as he yelled over the comms. Finally snapped out of his battle-plagued tunnel vision, he realized only too late that the Titan had Durthai dead in its sight. The Abbess, being engaged with the silver Titan, found itself spiraling out of the sky as the Spear of Light penetrated her shields and shattered her flight thrusters.

"What in the name of... SNOWBALL!"

"Durthai-"

"Shazzing Noble...! Get your head out of your ass!"

As Saber 2 fell into the city below, the Green Ogre fired up its thrusters and threw itself in between the Herald and the charcoal Titan. Another explosion followed, as the charcoal Titan reduced much of the Herald and the Green Ogre's The Regina continued to pepper the silver Titan, and engaged them with all of her ammo. With Saber 2 knocked out of the air, Judyth, Amroi and Saimos were further motivated to break the enemy with all their might. When their turrets were empty, missiles and secondary arsenals followed. When the airburst detonations finally ceased, Saber Squadron turned to their BOA weapons and resonance. In the fighting, Saimos had only realized that his resonance connection had been damaged when he w

"I'm sorry I ..."

"Tell that to Snowball!"

"That's enough, both of you! Saber 3, base of fire. Saber 4, move in and find an opening!"

After turning and maneuvering, Saber's change of tactics finally forced the enemy Titans down to lower elevation while the other squadrons are enroute to assist. Taking on the initiative, Saber separated the charcoal Titan from the silver Titan, using the abandoned buildings below them as improvised cover and concealment.

"Saber 2! Can you hear me??! Saber 3! Get out of there! He's tracking you! Saber 3! Watch your ass! Missile!" Judyth relayed, as she exhausted her missiles to destroy the incoming missiles from the silver Titan.

"No shit, Saber Actual! Focus fire on him! I'm flanking right!"

"There's no time! We got to get to Saber 2!" Saimos grit his teeth, and followed the charcoal Titan.

"Saber 4! Wait! Shazbot!"

"Saber 2! Hang in there! I'm on my way!"

The aerial battle would grind down to a skirmish among hedgerows of infrastructures. Eventually, Saber team lost track of the charcoal Titan, as they became too focused on the silver Titan that were drawing their attention with the constant harassment of gunfire and indirect missiles. Setting his crazed sights down the street, Saimos leapt out of cover and made his way south to find Durthai, leaving Saber Actual and Saber 3 to deal with the silver Titan.

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Pilgrim59 · Sep 24, 2023

LT. D. NEGYV - ABBESS -

SABER 2

STATUS:

Unknown

LOCATION:

AICA, Velika Prime

TAGS:

-

MOBIUS ARMAMENTS:

Out of Commission.

"Saber 2! Can you hear me??! Saber 3! Get out of there! He's tracking you! Saber 3! Watch your ass! Missile!"

"No shit, Saber Actual! Focus fire on him! I'm flanking right!"

"There's no time! We got to get to Saber 2!"

"Saber 4! Wait! Shazbot!"

"Saber 2! Hang in there! I'm coming!"

Durthai found herself looking at the hole in the ceiling from whence she made entry while falling from the sky. Silhouettes of Titans and Mobiuses zoomed past the open sky, while tracers followed them. Despite the implementation of the impact-mitigation seat, the lieutenant felt the full brunt of her assailant's strike as she fell from the sky. While she reeled back from the concussive injury she received, various panels appeared before her eyes that relayed the damage her Mobius had sustained. No matter what she tried, there was not enough to get her shield running back. For the first time in her life, she felt adrenaline coursing through her veins, while she attempted to get back on her feet. This time, she was not going to cower in the shadows of her fear and uncertainty. Dr. Loxley and her comrades were counting on her. Self-preservations be damned, she thought, as the Abbess crawled its way out of the building.

Perhaps she should have stayed put and trusted in her comrades instead. But she was not going to let them down. If only Felix was here, he would know exactly just how to handle the situation. It was Saimos, who was to be in their care. Yet here she was, waiting on him to back her up. She tried to shake off the uneasy feelings that overwhelmed her, but to no avail. Pulsating and trembling, the Abbess limped its way down the abandoned road, while gunfire dotted the background. Still holding onto the hope of upholding her memories of Felix and their nurturing ways with the others, she refused to back down. Before her, was the sight of the green oni that she sought. Her eyes were welling, as the contusion that she sustained no longer troubled her. She must live, she will live - the lieutenant convinced herself, as she dragged herself into the fray once again.

But Durthai eventually froze, as she spotted a certain figure materialized before her. Cladded in dark steel and netted flesh that was brimming with mana readings, the marking on their armor identified themselves as "XM1."

"No, please... Someone..." She whimpered, as her false will finally shattered.

"RUN SABER 2! RUN!" A familiar voice caught her attention, as Saimos landed before her, unleashing the might of his armaments against the foreboding figure.

"Pompous Bastard!" Saimos yelled, as he closed his distance with XM1. Drawing their blade at the last moment, the sheer force of the parried blow rocked the street, forcing the Abbess to take a step back, as Durthai snapped herself forward to assist Saber 4.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed XM1 and the Herald holding onto one another, as the shielding from both battle frames were sizzling non-stop. Saimos finally let out a heavy exhale, as the Herald took a step back and fell to its knees - unveiling a gaping hole that exposed much of its lower abdomen's sparking parts.

"Why didn't you run, Snowball?" He gave Durthai one last look, before looking up at the deliverer of his final judgment.

"Guess I'll see you soon, bro..." He uttered his last words, as XM1's hand relinquished its grips upon the Mobius's cockpit. The dark metallic paladin then cast Saber 4 aside, before the composite charge that was planted by them finally went off, marking the end of Saber 4 with a fiery explosion.

Durthai's voice broke over the open comms, as her mournful shriek beckoned Saber 1 and Saber 3's attention.

Frozen in fear and helplessness, the Abbess found XM1's silent presence beside them. Grappling the frozen Mobius by its apex from behind, XM1 constricted the Abbess gradually, denting the armor gently as if they were choking the life out of its surrogate controller. Instead, it hunkered down its feet and ripped the cockpit out of its frame, exposing the core generator.

Ripping the cockpit's canopy open, XM1 was met by a brief array of smallarms fire by the frantic pilot, as Durthai dumped her entire magazine against the Titan. Unfazed by her futile attempt to resist, the Titan instead gave into the prolonged silence as the strenuous clicking of Durthai's carbine finally announced her end. Its eerie silence paid its due as the master behind the Titan gave Durthai a pitiful look behind their faceless armor. Even now, the desperate look in her eyes, ladened with helplessness, made it clear what the war was about for both the Sorentines and Farbanians.

Emerging from their own cockpit, having neutralized the Abbess, the mastermind behind Saber 4's demise and adjudicator of Saber 2's fate now stood on the precipice of Durthai's ripped dwelling. As she continued to depress her empty trigger, she finally snapped back to reality when the armored pilot before her finally brushed her carbine aside and gently disarming her without much resistance. Their foreign armor and faceless helmet was no different from the drones that the AICA pilots had to engage for their training. Yet here they were, more human than they were portrayed.

Durthai's breath was cutting herself short, as the punctured helmet had diluted her oxygen reserve. With the enemy pilot's help, her helmet finally came off - unveiling a young woman barely out of school. Confused by the ordeal, Durthai locked eyes with the faceless murderer before her. Noticing a certain laminated picture of several students in uniforms and lined up for a festival, including the white-haired individual before them now, the silent pilot dwelled on it briefly. Having gotten what they needed, the tall individual leaned forward with purpose, as Durthai felt a stinging sensation brushing over her body. She began to gasp for air with the infantry blade firmly planted against her chest as the pilot climbed back into their Titan.

Confused and left to bleed out, Durthai eyed the open sky before her. Choking on her own blood, as her shallow breath tried to grasp onto life, the young lieutenant finally stopped, as she could no longer breath with all the blood engulfing her throat.

"I'm sorry, guys... I'm so sorry..."

With the last glimmer of light exiting her azure optics, the pilot gave in to the void. Upon her tight grip resided the picture that was taken during the Starfall Festival just a few days before their first flight.

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Pilgrim59 · Sep 24, 2023

UNKNOWN - XM1 -

THE DUKE

STATUS:

Active Duty

LOCATION:

Central District, Velika Prime

TAGS:

-

ARMAMENTS:

Unknown

"You could have done that sooner, you know."

"Any additional data on their personnel will benefit the Corps, lieutenant."

The brief exchange between the Titans was cut short by the sudden somersault that caused XM1 to leap back towards his wingman. Facing what remained of Saber squadron, the game of numbers dialed down to a disadvantage for the inexperienced AICA graduates. The Regina stood their ground, locked in a standoff, while the Green Ogre looked over towards the Abbess. His heart was torn apart, as the image of a lifeless Durthai was burnt perfectly into the back of his mind. Consumed by the heavy spell, his internal rage was no match for the horror that engulfed him whole. Both Mobiuses' armaments were fouled by prolonged fire, while their pilots were on the edge of exerting themselves. A truce of silent befell the Titans and Mobiuses, as Judyth bit her teeth at the sight of Saber 4's smoldering battle frame and Saber 2's silent grave.

Unsheathing her auxiliary blade, the Regina posed for battle, with its master's eyes fixed on XM1. The silver Titan, donning the marking of XM2, stepped forward, but was stopped by XM1's gestures.

/// Saber Squadron. Saber 2 and 4's transponders are offline. Status, over? ///

It was then, Judyth finally switched her imaging online, relaying back to Grand Caster.

"Grand Caster. Saber Actual. Saber 2 and 4 are gone. I need to know who the hell we are fighting."

/// Hostiles are identified as Oprichnik Squadron. An elite unit that utilizes experimental weaponry and specializes in Titan warfare. That charcoal Titan is their commander, dubbed as the Duke. They were responsible for the loss of four Mobius Squadrons on Hastatia. ///

"And you waited until now to tell us?! Snowball and Noble wouldn't have died if you ha-..."

/// And what would that have changed? This isn't your funhouse simulation, son. This is war! I suggest you learn to compartmentalize and start acting like a soldier, lieutenant! ///

"Bunch of shazzers!"

"That's enough, Saber 3. It won't matter. Seems like we're just gonna be another piece of flesh for the meatgrinder to buy time. After we're dead, I would take great pleasure in seeing the Oprichnik level your working space, Grand Caster."

/// Duly noted, Saber Actual. For the record, you are exactly that, lieutenant. Because you are all just fresh-faced greenhorns. But you're the only ones we have on call, so suck it up. There's plenty of dying to go around. ///

Frowning at such a remark, Judyth could not help but want to disprove their WACO. Of course, there were some truths to what he said. After all, she was among the few that sought to embark upon a great adventure. Yet here she was, forced to face the grim reality that even with their training, they were still not up to the task. She blamed herself, for Saimos and Durthai's demise. Had she been less concerned with trying to keep them alive and actually embrace the art of destruction, they would not have died.

Drawing their own blades, the Regina lept into action, crossing blades with the Duke, as the two turned and threw themselves at each other. Amroi on the other hand, was less than inclined to assist his squadron leader, knowing that her honor was at stake. On the other hand, he could not move, for Durthai's final expression of a sorrowful end only served to keep him chained to his seat. Guilt-ridden for falling short on his promise to Cyra, and the loss of opportunity to say what he needed to say, Amroi shut himself off from the ongoing duel, as Saimos's final words to him before they departed from AICA began to repeat itself in his head.

Life is short, make it sweet.

Spiraling forward, XM1 lunged at the Regina, only for the latter to tackle their shoulder and somersaulted upwards. Yelling with all her might, she came down with gravity as her foundation for a final, decisive blow, having achieved a riposte from her opponent. Much to her surprise, the Duke stemmed their feet firmly against the ground and bent their spine horizontally before sweeping right towards the Regina above them. The imminent impact broke both their blades, as Judyth forced her way through to get a shot at penetrating through their shields. Eventually, Judyth found herself feeling the full brunt of the Duke's left arm, which followed his blade's motion. Focused entirely on her gamble, she had not taken into account their ability to fully manipulate the Titan as if they were engaging one another in person. The Regina's shielding managed to mitigate much of the direct impact, but by the time Judyth realized her mistake, it was too late. With her shield fully directed towards his punch, the Duke's shattered blade embedded itself within the Regina's lower rib, barely lodging its tip against Judyth's thigh - thereby exposing the cockpit. Following up with a secondary movement, the Titan used the Regina's falling momentum to twist and throw the Mobius against the ground, before snapping their right arm.

The connection to the BOA reciprocated its external damage and relayed the proportionate damage to Judyth's arm, breaking her right arm. She recoiled and wailed in pain, as the Titan's blade further thrusted itself into the cockpit upon the Regina's descent - grazing the lieutenant's leg. Tossing the Mobius arm aside, the Duke drew its second blade, poised for a final strike. Recovering from her sustained injuries, Judyth gave Amroi one last look, as she finally succumbed to the pain threshold and blacked out.

The Oni's green eyes lit up, as the disarmament of the Regina beckoned him to take action. Adrenaline kicked in, as he abandoned his own thoughts for an instinctive response. Drawing his BOA weapon, Amroi channeled his emotions into the Bastion, materializing a powerful surge of energy that shattered the glasses of the nearby buildings. Crazed and furious, the Green Ogre sprang forward, only to be stopped by XM2. Throwing his punches, he made short works of their shield panels, before being forced back by the Duke's intervention. Blood fell from his forehead, as the counter-cut brought about a concussive force that reciprocated the damage sustained to that of the pilot's.

Even the newest generation of Mobius pilots had their shortcomings, but they were all as fanatic as they come - the Duke surmised as they cast their gaze upon the Regina beneath their feet. To think that even their enemy, millions of staretts away, was no different from those that resided behind legions of armored drones.

Code by Nano

ERode · Sep 24, 2023

Location: Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime
Interactions:

Steve Jobs

“Different from the usual material, ain’t it?”

Winter storms howled outside, wind and snow battering the glass of the Olearius estate. Neither wolf nor lizard had any inclination of heading out for training in such weather, and had tacitly agreed to an entirely academic curriculum for the white nights of Revian II, but rather than lectures on the building blocks of matter or the processes of lightning through silver-thread, what laid before Rel-Taren was a simple folder. The Lizardman’s eyes slitted at the thin material, then turned towards his teacher once more.

The Hound of House Olearius, Yain Cynac’mel, growled. Or perhaps cleared her throat. “The Master’s orders. When the winter breaks, you’ll be off to Velika Prime. Before then, memorize this. Know who your enemies are.”

He dipped his head, tapping a nail against the folder. Three taps in and it broke through the hardened paper. He drew his finger down from there, tearing it open. Disembowlment. “I know who my enemies are, Yain.”

“But,” she leaned in, multi-hued eyes a spiral of displeasure and bemusement, “only their flesh. Not their steel.”

Documents spilled out. Records and photographs, of Titans renowned enough to earn their own name. if Farbanian Mobiuses were unique due to the sacrifices made to realize their forms, then Sorentine Titans were unique only through the reputation of their pilots. Shatterscape, the Charred Knight, Riot Squadron…

He heard her spit out those last words. “Plenty of monsters for a hero to hunt.”

“…Oprichniks.”

A wonderful thing it was, that Rel-Taren’s expressions weren’t mapped upon his Mobius. The chaos on the comms, the cries of Saber Squadron, they were certainly tragic, but it was only now, only now, that the Xihu’tein felt as if the battle had begun. Saimos didn’t deserve his death; he ought to be grateful that it was at the hands of one of the Republic’s best. Durthai didn’t deserve her death either, but what can you do? She wasn’t tempered for this and her squad, above all else, was composed of children and zealots. Saber Squadron was designed to break from the get-go!

And now, the rest were to be tossed into the inferno too, to deal with the aces of the machine-fuckers? A wonderful thing indeed, at the furious grin Rel-Taren wore would never reach beyond Canyon’s chassis.

Three full squadrons left.

Atop the cliff, the arcane titans roared to life once more, the signal given to descend upon the Central District. Comms opened up, as did the flower blossom of Suppression Mode, but Scimitar 1’s first words were not for his own squadron. Rather, it was filled with a battle-lust, a warrior’s challenge, that only primitives could understand.

“AEOUN OF HOUSE ORION! SHOW THAT BLACK KNIGHT WHAT YOUR CENTURIES MEAN!”

He was sending another to a certain demise, and that other would thank him for it.

The pretenses dropped just as easily as he dropped connections with Warhammer 2, a reptilian cool slipping back into his speech. “Scimitar 4, engage with the other Titan. Scimitar 2, check Saber Squadron’s vitals and assist in their retreat.” It hadn’t been very long at all since the sword had shattered into steel shrapnel. “Retrieve the bodies if they’re still mostly intact and the heads aren’t heavily damaged. We have a fucking slacker on the squad who should really be looking through resuscitation protocols right now.”

He licked his teeth, crimson eyes alight. But the dragon neither roared nor spat flame, did not deign to dive into to fray to meet the Oprichniks head-on.

“Ah, and Warhammer 1, apologies for the instigation, but we both know he was gonna do it anyways. After Saber Squadron gets out, I’ll force the Titans to open space. Can I trust you to clean things up from there?”

RedArmyShogun · Sep 24, 2023

SARINA R. KIRST

~~~~
Status: Active Duty
Location: Lunar Bay Airspace, Velika Prime, FABELIKA PRAETORI SYSTEM
Interaction: