The Cape [Multi-Fandom Sandbox RP]

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Red Team
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"Douglas!"

Jerome called over their comms. While Terminators may be highly advanced, the Spartans' MJOLNIR comm systems were 26th century tech,too advanced for the machines to easily compromise them. Jerome had also linked up with everyone's comms, save Penelope. She didn't have any systems he could detect, and so while the Spartan's orders to his team were audible to the team, enemies and Penelope could nothear them.

Douglas was already following his leader's advice. The rocket could punch through the polymer armor of a covenant wraith, and he was confident it could rip open the metal of the hunter killer. However, he held off on locking on. That would only attract it. Jerome tracked it with his Spartan Laser, the laser ready to finish what Douglas started if the robot survived the high-yield rocket. Alice, with her turret, would screen for Terminators as they walked. The huge bullets would be a rather effective deterrent to the infantry.

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"T... Doll?" Laffey inquired.

"Oh, no, M4 SOPMOD II, we're not T-Dolls," Javelin responds as she takes a notebook out, referring to it, "we're KAN-SEN. Kinetic Artifactual Navy Self En-lore Node."

"I can never remember that..."

"Neither can I! No matter how many times I'm tested."

"Laffey is with the Eagle Union... Javelin is from Royal Navy... our factions are under the alliance Azur Lane... two of many, in fact..." Laffey adds, then instinctively adds a nickname into her speech, "so SOPPO, you're not a KAN-SEN then? You don't run on oil or skid on water like we do?"

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SOPMOD blankly blinked at Laffey for awhile, before eventually shaking and rubbing her head. "D'oh right, multiverse, SOPMOD, multiverse!" she murmured while twirling a finger around one of her horns, "Multiverse multiverse multiverse multiver-" SOPMOD paused, and narrowed her eyes at Laffey, "Wait you run on oil?" she asked, craning her neck forward, "Like, crude oil is your power source?"

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Arrival
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From the moment she stepped through the blue portal she felt uneasy, regretful of her decision as she tried to swallow down all the new information flooding her brain as her tour was given. Each room that was scanned over seemed comfortable enough but the people she caught glimpses of seemed...relatively normal. Compared to what appeared to be a nearly seven foot tall barn owl with too many limbs and a mouth that stretched too far back with needle sharp teeth peeking out where the beak didn't cover. Tawny feathers quivered and stood on end as she tried to ease her own nerves to force her form back down to something more palatable. It took nearly the entire tour before she could manage to do so.

Now she stood, alone, near the doorway of the lab. It felt familiar and homey to her. But she didn't dare enter as she heard voices just beyond, trembling still in her more natural state. Standing at about 5'4 she held her wings tight to her back, tilting her head unnaturally this way and that as she tried to work up the courage. Her pale, heart-shaped face seemed more earthly now with her small beak clicking away anxiously with her new surroundings. Two taloned hands twisted together, held close to her feathered chest. What was she supposed to do? Say? She'd never really had proper interactions before with anyone, excluding her Medic, and the idea of socializing hung heavy around her shoulders like a dark shawl.

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Finally she made her way into the room, silent and wide eyed with head on a swivel. She didn't say a word, simply moving about like a ghost with the soft clack of talons on the tile floor, inspecting various things without daring to touch. There wasn't much she could do other than that, not without attempting to interact which she wouldn't initiate for some odd reason.
 
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    The ground team made their way through the city, killing enemies whenever they reared their ugly ass heads and communicating with their eagle eyed friend as they moved toward the group that they had marked around the post office. It was pretty easy to find them once they got close enough to hear their weapons.

    “Alright, what’s the plan at the moment?” The woman’s voice broke through the sound of everything else as she approached the group, her two teammates walking beside her, guns aiming around as they swept the area for any more of the aliens. She could come in, pull rank, and start barking orders...but these people didn’t know who they were...and they did seem to have this pretty well covered. The only real reason they had showed up was because the Alert Code was called incorrectly and it needed to be fixed. With a Code Red called, she probably would have gotten shit for not at least showing up. Damn it, she had better things to do than this.

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Joseph Joestar had been relaxing on his dorm bed for a gracious hour, expecting his uncle Speedwagon to walk in at any minute. It still hadn't occurred to Joseph that the 'Multiverse Protection Foundation' and the 'Speedwagon Foundation' may actually be separate entities.

"Man... this whole 'saving the multi-verse' thing is pretty slow-going." The Englishman blew a stray strand of hair from his forehead as he laid with both palms behind his head. "Welp," He kipped up from his bed and began stretching his arms. "I guess it couldn't hurt to take a look around like that old dude said." And just like that, Joseph plucked up a soda from the mini fridge and took off strolling down the hallway outside.


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After wandering around for a few minutes, Joseph decided that an ideal place to spend his time would be at the training room he'd seen earlier. He hadn't brushed up on his hamon in some time, and he supposed protecting the multi-verse involved staying in shape. It wasn't immediately clear if Joseph would run into any of his newfound colleagues in the training room, but he had resolved to go out and make some form of meaningful interaction once he'd warmed up.


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TRAINING ROOM
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Joseph had been pumping iron for a few solid minutes, all the while singing along loudly in the wrong key to My Best Friend's Girl from the iPod he'd looted from his dorm room earlier. The various announcements on the speaker system went over his head entirely.

Pretty soon, Joseph realised he was working without a water bottle, and deigned to go out and find one. Hydration is important, after all.


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Less than a minute into his water bottle expedition, Joseph stumbled right onto a big-ass blue portal just shimmering out in the open.

"Twenty... eighteen. Holy shit." Joseph beheld the numbers on the indicator that displayed a date which stretched forward nearly a hundred years from his birthday. "Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt to take a look." Rubbing his hands together with enough friction to light a match, Joseph leapt right through the portal.


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What awaited Joseph was a desolate warzone, amidst a city that had been razed right to the ground.

"...Well, this wasn't quite what I was expecting." The Englishman scratched the back of his head. Something about the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions and dying screams was really killing the vibe.

Just up ahead, Joseph caught the outlines of several figures that looked just as out as place as he did. He deduced they must've been allies that had stepped out of the portal earlier than he did. "H-Hey, wait up!" Joseph tried to shout over the rumble of a passing hunter-killer as he began running after the others.

As he neared, it became much easier to make out his allies. The one that stuck out the most was a rather juicy man who stood a whole three feet taller than Joseph, dressed in a chunky set-up of red and gold armor and carrying around a pretty damn big hammer. Then there were three human tin cans, logging around weapons that Joseph didn't recognize. Somewhat at odds with the rest of the group, there was also a young woman who wasn't wearing any armor, but rather an outfit that would definitely cause a stir in public back in Joseph's time.

And then there was a guy who looked a little too familiar with this place, who Joseph supposed was the one who had brought the rest here.

At last Joseph caught up with them, not even winded. Running was his specialty, after all. "Fear not! For it is I, JOSEPH JOESTAR-"

His introduction was cut off by the sound of a big ass hunter killer tearing up the air overhead, and Joseph decided it'd probably be a good idea to take cover before it made a pass. Unfortunately it was a little out of punching range, but Joseph figured he could use his hamon to launch something at the drone if it spotted them.


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    ...Silence.
    Considering his natural social awkwardness, silence didn't mean good things to Len. The male vocaloid had remained in the odd bow for about 5 minutes before he decided to not force the other into the introduction, sitting back up and going back to work.

    Of course, in the inside, the young sibling was riddled with questions and annoyances. His organized and manner-abiding-self just would not leave it alone. It had been a simple introduction... He had literally just shared his name and after all of those very specific tech-related inquiries! He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? And yet, the silent treatment... Something about it just bothered him like a deep itchy on ones back. Trying not to think about it too much, Len attempted to get his focus back in the drawer organization and the schematics he had been drawing on his brainstorm notebook, but something about it was just... off. It was like his circuits had gone in disarray, fighting each other instead of complying with the task.

    The more he attempted focusing, the less it seemed to work. Little lines were made here and there, then eventually they stopped. Len had hit a mental wall with his maintenance workshop project... He sighed. Perhaps, a change of tasks was in order? The boy glanced at the notebook, studying the still unfinished page while fidgetting with the pen in his left hand. Blank. His mind had been shot blank, and the pen rotated and danced faster and frantically in the air as if to mimic the owner's own unquietness upon hitting a no-progress state.

    And then it escaped. Getting thrown backwards several feet, the pen of a golden, glittery casing slid through the air, reached the ground and then as if to berate its owner further, slid farther away for a while more.

    Realizing what he had done, Len sighed again, forced to get up and go look for his pen. That's when he realized that the lab wasn't as unpopulated as he had believed... A weird giant owl creature seemed to be wandering through the place, inspecting the many contraptions on top of the tables, each members' own workshop spaces. Though they weren't actively touching anything, so this was not the biggest of his problems. Nope, someone else was.

    "Ah!", Len let out surprised at the girl further back, the one who seemed to be... fighting her own hair? for a can of beer. The male Vocaloid glanced to the sides wondering what to do for a while, before he decided to do as Rin would, approaching the character assertively, "H-hey! Mr Stark doesn't like food or drinks near the equipment..."

    His gaze fell for a moment, as he thought if this was the right course of action... He could almost hear Rin berating him for stepping back like this. Safety first, feelings later!

    "I'm going have to ask you to throw the can in the trash bin by the door or... or... Or I'll be forced to demand you to leave!"

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The Force Commander​
Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​
Status: Alert​
Status: Alert​
Actions: Acknowledging Joseph ( Caffeine Freak Caffeine Freak ) and Rin ( Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun )​
Actions: Deploying​
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Not long after Rin entered the portal, another figure was seen exiting the portal.
Four figures, to be exact, all wearing the same bulky red and gold armor as the figure, all blatantly disregarding the android they were running by (Rin). Three were wearing white helmets, decorated with a laurel engraving at the top.
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The figure at the front, however, was noticeably lacking a helmet, and was carrying a rather large assault rifle-if the bolter could even be called that. Tactical Sergeant Tarkus had arrived, to the aid of the Force Commander. The man was as tall as the Force Commander, but was lacking the hair of his comrade. The Force Commander turned, and one could swear the mute wore a relieved look on his face when he spotted his bald comrade.
But the relief lasted for only a split second. The mute swiftly pointed at the Hunter-Killer passing overhead, and Tarkus took a good look at said Hunter-Killer.
"So, these are the Terminators."
"Upon initial glance I assumed that they were Necrons, but it seems that we fight a completely new enemy. The most we know is that they are enemies of mankind, if the fact that they have left another Terra in ruins is anything to go by."
"No matter. The enemies of man come in a myriad of forms, but they will all meet the same fate."
Tarkus calmly prepared his own bolter.
"Deimos, Corvos. Take up positions, prepare to fire on that Terminator aircraft. Phobos, with me. Prepare for the possibility of an enemy ground assault."
The two plasma-gun carrying marines swiftly readied their weapons, and silently aimed it at the Hunter-Killer overhead. The bolter carrying marine headed up near Alice's turret ( Sleek Sleek ), with Tarkus following shortly afterwards, weapons at the ready.

The Force Commander, on the other hand, chose to take note of the newcomers. First things first was that man-Joseph, was it? Well, whatever it was, the man was unsuited for combat-at least he had enough sense to stay in cover. The Astartes commander pointed at Joseph's head, before lowering the pointing finger-hunker down and don't poke your head out.
As well as the vocaloid who showed up, searching for wherever the group was via loudly calling for said group. The Force Commander's response was to run over to the source of the voice-the last thing they needed was for the blasphemous machines to hear them.​
 
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The man which Skynet wanted was standing out in front. It was incredibly dangerous for the man to be out in front. But he tended to work from the front with the others.

Not too long after he thought others weren’t coming, another strong man with muscles and a... little girl appeared out of the portal.

The crowd was getting big. “Hope you guys can fight off Terminators.” John explained.

He eyed the little girl as the Hunter-Killer was aiming at John in particular and keeping track of the others joining Connor at the time.

The Hunter-Killer started to aim at the group, John in particular. It’s main target was nearby and anyone now was in danger of terminators finding them. The HK would reply mostly back to Skynet with new information.

“MOVE IT, IF YOU GUYS WANNA LIVE!”

“We got men and woman fighting out there, but don’t know how long we can hold them off!”

At this particular instance, the others might of been lucky as a A-23 Warthog sped past them, namely Blair Williams as she bought Connor and the group some time to run and gather weapons.

“Alright, those without weapons will have to rely on fighting until we get back to HQ. Got it?

John eyed the “little girl” android. Something about her wasn’t human and he was cautious.

“One thing about this world, many people aren’t too keen on robot life here.”

The Hunter-Killer was sent flying by the A-23 Warthog as it hit the ground.

However, before the Hunter Killer hit the ground, plasma gun shots started to fire as soon as Rin yelled “HELLO!”

Terminators had noticed her, and soon the group would be swarmed by terminators if they didn’t move fast.

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As soon as the soft clatter of something caught her attention her head whirled around to pinpoint the cause, body not following the twist of her head. If one wasn't familiar with owls one might find it highly unsettling. Big dark eyes spotted the pen and she seemed almost entranced by the glittering object, body slowly twisting around to match her head before taking a few cautious steps toward the pen before walking normally to pick it up. She inspected it for a moment before looking around to find its owner. She wanted to keep it so badly but she resisted the urge to add another toy to her collection. She guessed the owner to be the one who matched the pen in color, eyeing Len's hair which seemed to shine with the same golden hue before slowly making her way toward him. She paused though when he started to talk at the female. She stood behind him patiently, taloned hands fiddling with the pen.


 
The Force Commander​
Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​
Status: OK​
Status: OK​
Actions: Iron Halo Active, Engaging in Melee Combat​
Actions: Returning Fire​
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Deimos and Corvos were about to blast the Hunter-Killer out of the sky when the Warthog came in and blasted the machine to bits.
"The aircraft is down. Deimos, Corvos-"
Tarkus never finished his sentence. Rin loudly shouting suddenly brought the blasphemous machines to their location. The Force Commander staggered when one of the plasma shots caught him in the back, before swiftly turning to face the foe.
In an instant, a blue... force field, of some sort, materialized around the Astartes field commander. The Force Commander's expression was nothing short of steely anger as the big Astartes lumbered towards the Terminator ranks. That is, until the FC was some feet away from the machines.
Then the FC charged at the machines at breakneck speed, trampling the machines unfortunate enough who were in his way, before the Astartes raised his hammer and brought it down on another Terminator.

"Tactical squad, return fire!"
Upon the Terminators opening fire, Tarkus had his squad quickly find cover behind whatever there was. When each member was behind something, Tarkus swiftly gave the order to return fire.
And return fire the Tactical Marines did. Bolter fire rung out as Tarkus and Phobos began firing 4-round bursts at the Terminators, while Deimos and Corvos fired their own plasma guns. Their plasma guns may be slower, but they packed a much bigger punch.
However, Tarkus also noted that the enemy vastly outnumbered them. Each individual Space Marine was a force to be reckoned with, but even they were not invulnerable to death. After silently calculating what could happen, the Tactical Sergeant swiftly informed the Commander.
"Commander, be advised. The enemy has us severely outnumbered, and we may need to retreat soon or risk a flanking move by the enemy."
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The Spartans looked up only for a second as the Hunter-Killer was destroyed. Jerome was about to order the Spartans to prepare to move out, when Rin came along. The Vocaloid's yelling attracted Terminators, and soon Jerome, Alice, and Douglas saw their motion detectors run red with hostiles. Each of the Spartans had weapons that could deal with the enemies, but they knew that unless their allies were as enhanced or armed as they were, they'd be overwhelmed in a short period of time.

Jerome barked orders to his squad, as he sprang into action, diving into cover next to the Space Marines armed with plasma guns.

"Douglas! Watch the skies! Alice, cover the civilians and provide suppressing fire!"

Red Team's leader watched as his squadmate's lights flickered on in his helmet, indicating their status. Douglas' light quickly flickered green, indicating that he was in position. Alice took a second longer, as she quickly herded the Englishman and the Vocaloid behind a large chunk of building. Her status light flickered green as she steadied the barrel of her machine gun turret on the frame of what had once been a window, now tilted at an odd angle.

As the first machines came in, the Spartans would quickly earn their keep. Jerome's laser would quickly eat through the hardened metal of the machines, scything down lines of the terminators. His laser provided very hard-hitting and long-ranged damage for the line of defenses, allowing him to pick off groups of Terminators and weaken them before they came in range of the bolters and plasma guns.

Douglas would sweep the barrel of his launcher across the sky a few times, before bringing it the bear on the Terminators. He'd positioned himself behind a low outcropping of concrete, which provided less cover but afforded a better sightline, allowing him to better pick out groups of Terminators. His rockets would quickly eliminate groups of machines behind the cover, and would help Jerome in taking out armored targets, as well as help deal with any Hunter-Killer's.

Behind them all was Alice-130, who kept up a steady stream of bullets. The high-caliber rounds would do less than the Bolters, plasma guns, Spartan Lasers, and rockets, but their volume would make up for that as she used the weapon to slow the advance of Terminators.

"Jerome! You picked a hell of a mission!"

Alice would bark into the comms as the Terminators poured in.

"Get ready to fall back! We have to slow them down!"

Jerome would then reply back, gritting his teeth as he fired again and again.

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After the Hunter Killer went down, Joseph found himself getting herded behind a ruin by one of guys in weird armor, 'Alice', as a ton of metal dudes started pouring in. The rest of his allies appeared to be returning fire, but Joseph knew his Tommy Gun lacked the caliber size and the stopping power to be of much use against something made entirely of metal. Instead, he reached for the clackers in his pocket, a pair of ropes with plastic balls attached to each end.

"Let's see how you tin cans like this, CLACKER BOOMERANG!" The hamon energy that Joseph infused into the clackers as he flung them toward the onslaught of Terminators would have juiced up the force from getting hit by a paintball to getting yeeted by an oncoming truck, and the clacker's small size exerted the pressure with deadly efficiency.

The relatively short spread of the attack would hit a couple of Terminators at best, and as the clackers spun right back around and made another pass before returning to Joseph's hand, Joseph realised he'd be doing a lot of throwing in this firefight.

"Hey, hey!" Joseph yelled to everyone in earshot, which would be barely audible above the roaring gunfire. "If we don't move now, we're gonna get creamed!" His eyes moved to the person who had stepped out of the portal after him, but much to Joseph's dismay, it seemed that a child was the backup. "A kid? You gotta be kidding me!" It was moments like this Joseph missed England, but he didn't give up hope yet, he still had a final trick up his sleeve.

That's right, one last all or nothing gambit, a secret technique that had been passed down from Josetar to Joestar for generations. A technique that involved nothing but his own two legs.

"EVERYONE, I'M ABOUT TO UNLEASH MY SECRET TECHNIQUE." Joseph grinned as he rose from the rubble. The Terminators wouldn't even know what was about to happen.

Joseph turned around and started running. "RUN AWAY!"

Plasma rounds began hailing down on Joseph, but that didn't stop him from high tailing the fuck out of there.


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Penelope's brown gaze shifted to Jerome when the man called to his teammate, her eyes narrowed a bit in annoyance. Not at him, but the sound of his voice from him, and then from the speaker of his partners communication device. Oh...oh this was going to get annoying really fucking fast. Her gaze shifted again, however, when she heard someone calling to them over the sound of the war zone. Her eyes zeroed in on a man who, despite how far away she was, she could make out clearly. "What the actual Hell." She murmured to herself as she took in the sight of him.

The Native American woman quirked and eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest as the man introduced himself with 'fear not'. Did anyone here look scared? Or even worried? She knew she wasn't. Then again, maybe she should have been a bit more worried... She'd never been in a war zone before, and she wasn't exactly unkillable. With no armor, the best she had was her healing abilities...but those were instantaneous and didn't protect her from head shots or anything like that. Despite that, however, Penelope just couldn't work up the energy to be worried.

The woman looked to the skies, catching the sight of the drone. It didn't look too high up...if she used her surroundings correctly, she could probably tear it from the air. A small smirk crossed her lips as a single word crossed her mind. Fetch. Penelope froze for a second, turning back in the direction of the portal. She had heard something, but it was faint... a voice? Before she could tell the others that she was going to go check it out, three others joined them, as well as a little girl who must have been the owner of the voice she heard. Awe, she's cute. The woman thought before her gaze flitted across the others.

And then the actions started. It seemed to move quickly, but honestly, it was all pretty slow. A plane flew past them as the Hunter-Killer aimed at the group and sent the drone plummeting to the ground. Well, that was convenient. Penelope thought. None of them had even had to lift a finger...though the HK hitting the ground was loud, and the little girl had called out. Welp, so much for stealth, right? Penelope tensed, ready for a fight when she heard John talk to the little girl.

The shape-shifters attention turned to them, her eyes quickly trailing over the child and taking in the meaning of John's words. "Hey now," the Native American stepped forward between the man who had asked for their help and the child android. "She's not one of them, so don't act all threatening." The woman warned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Penelope couldn't defend the kid for long though. The fighting had really begun. "Dammit." The woman sighed and without hesitation she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head revealing nothing but her body underneath. She had very little shame, and the pack all phased together naked so it wasn't like she wasn't used to undressing around a bunch of men. Penelope tossed the shirt onto a nearby rock before removing her shorts. The woman's body was hot, literally hot. Her skin was steaming as she tossed her bottoms onto the rock as well. She backed away from the group as their attention was on the battle.

One moment, the Native American woman stood with the group, and the next there was an large, white wolf with long fur. The wolf stood about five feet, four inches, while on all fours. She was large, even for her packs standards. But when you're the product of two alpha families, that's can tend to happen.

Penelope snarled before she launched herself forward. Now that she was in her wolf form, she was much faster, nothing but a streak of white to those who could even remotely keep up with her. The wolf jumped into the fray, her large jaws clamping around one of the heads of the terminators and ripping it off. The wolf turned its gaze back to the group, narrowing her eyes as Joseph Joestar turned tail an ran. My hero. She thought before she heard the sound of something fired at her. She ducked, the tip of her ear being singed by whatever that had been. Maybe Joe had had the right idea. Despite her abilities, and everyone else's fire power, this was not going to go well.

The white wolf finally spat out the head that was still clenched between her jaws before she spun around, knocking over another near by terminator with her large body before she darted back to the group. She picked up her clothes in her jaws, her brown eyes glancing at the child in a silent 'get on' as she lowered herself to the ground so the android could climb atop her back.
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Location: Lab
Interactions: John Conner ( darkred darkred ) and Rin Kagamie ( Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun ).
Mentions: The Red Team ( Sleek Sleek ), The Force Commander and company ( GearBlade654 GearBlade654 ), Joseph Joestar ( Caffeine Freak Caffeine Freak ).
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That's right, one last all or nothing gambit, a secret technique that had been passed down from Josetar to Joestar for generations. A technique that involved nothing but his own two legs.

"EVERYONE, I'M ABOUT TO UNLEASH MY SECRET TECHNIQUE." Joseph grinned as he rose from the rubble. The Terminators wouldn't even know what was about to happen.

Joseph turned around and started running. "RUN AWAY!"

Plasma rounds began hailing down on Joseph, but that didn't stop him from high tailing the fuck out of there.
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Meiya Mitsurugi just recently arrived at the Shield base, when a mission was taking place. Something about machines at war with humans.

After traveling to the future with the others who were interested in the mission, she would get to work once they encountered the enemy. Thanks to the modified battle suit Stark kindly lent her, she was pretty quick and evaded alot of bullets that were shot at her, as she Unsheathed her Minaru Kamuhi, a ornate Wakizashi, or Japanese longsword, as she cut through several enemy machines.

After finding herself surrounded with her comrades, she heard one person mention a secret technique he will use to gain an edge.

"Whatever this technique is, it better work!" Turns out, that guy would run away, earning him a one way ticket to getting yelled at by Meiya, who was hoping it was actually something useful.

"Hey!!! Get back here you Coward!!!!"
 
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“Connor pulled out a weapon he had and frowned.
He had to buy time for the others to pull back. But there was a stranger in silver armor who joined the group and started to attack.

As much as John appreciated the cut down size in Terminators, the terminator ranks kept filing in. The area around them was Skynet controlled and Skynet could of already calculated they were nearby.

Any terminator ranks cut down would either keep crawling if they were missing metal legs. Or the skin would show metal underneath.

John yelled over at the others “I’ve advised others the same way, there’s a point in between thier Neck! —- fuck!!!

If they pulled back enough, there would be a factory of some kind. The way skynet created terminators and “barcoded” humans to mass destroy their own race.
The factory burned twenty four hours a day.

“Command this is Connor, going to need a few rides for those accompanying me”

—- FUCK!

Connor jumped out the way of plasma blasts.

A few men in jeeps pulled up and nodded “going to need someone topside”

Connor nodded “come on, no time to waste!!”

“Need a trip to Hq.”

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Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​
Status: Alert​
Status: Alert​
Actions: Holding off Enemies​
Actions: Initiating Tactical Retreat​
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The Force Commander didn't see Penelope ( Nightwisher Nightwisher ) transform, and neither did Tarkus.
As such, neither Blood Raven spotted the giant wolf suddenly bound in to rip off one of the blasphemous machines' heads off. Both Space Marines realized that they didn't hear the portal go off, so they put two and two together.
And neither were pleased to see that this seemingly normal human had turned out to, in fact, be a mutant.
However, judgement would have to wait. At the very least this mutant was on their side. For now. What was more noteworthy were the outdated copies of Necrons trying to kill them. Not helping matters was this ordinary man who showed up, threw some kind of bola, then fled.
Some help did arrive in the form of some woman ( Gundam Watcher 27 Gundam Watcher 27 ) showing up and slashing away at the Terminators. Tarkus calculated that at the very least they had a few more seconds.
Then they had to retreat. Ancient Thule wasn't here, and neither was Devastator Sergeant Avitus. Both would have cut a bloody swathe in the enemy forces if they were present. But they weren't.
Tarkus quickly spoke in his vox system-to his surprise he found that the... Kasrkin squad? Tarkus wasn't sure what to call them ( Sleek Sleek ), but he quickly spoke in the vox system to his allies.
"I don't know how you got access to our vox systems, but that's a question for another time."
Tarkus quickly poked his head out of cover and blew the head off of a Terminator that got too close for comfort, before resuming speaking. One of the Marines' plasma guns flashed, and soon another Terminator was missing its entire upper body.
"Commander, if I may suggest a plan of action."
"Upon a quick glance we can cause heavy damage to the Terminators' ranks, but we cannot stop them all. A tactical retreat is our best course of action."
"I suggest you utilize your Iron Halo to buy us more time to successfully evacuate the area and retreat to a more defensible position. My squad will provide covering fire as long as we can, but our chances of fully stopping them are slim. I suggest you initiate retreat once our allies have fallen back a certain distance, and we will follow."
The Commander's only response was a grunt and a nod, before crushing a Terminator crawler with his Thunder Hammer. Sparks flew from the weapon as the giant hammer bellowed its chant of war, over and over again.
And with each strike, another Terminator fell. Plasma shots seemed to dissipate against the blue forcefield around the Commander.
But the Commander couldn't hold them off forever. Already the forcefield was starting to weaken. And the Doom of Apostasy, powerful as it might be, was a very cumbersome weapon to wield.
Tarkus, noting the Commander's response, quickly spoke to his green-armored comrades in case.
"As you probably heard, a tactical retreat is in order-we cannot hold them off forever. Our squad will provide covering fire for all of you-we will follow. If you can, try and get the others' attention, and get them out of here."
Tarkus was silent for a bit as a Terminator crawler speedily grabbed the Tactical Sergeant by the leg. Tarkus's response was swift and uncompromising as he stomped on the metallic abomination's head.
"...come to think of it we never really got your names. Who are you three?"
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SPARK-001, designation Praetorian​
Status: Minor Chassis Damage​
Actions: Investigating Building​
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Praetorian's systems intentionally shrieking as loud as possible to attract enemy attention had not gone unnoticed.
Quite a few xenomorphs took note, and dashed towards the machine. Praetorian's response was nothing more than the simple application of fist to enemy.
Unfortunately, however, the SPARK was getting mobbed, and some Xenomorphs got claw strikes in on the machine. However, the situation was prevented from getting much worse when Ruin speedily fired his own Phase-Cannon into the mob attacking Praetorian. The xenomorphs attacking Praetorian fell shortly afterwards.
"Advancing. SPARK unit Ruin, XCOM Sharpshooter Deadbolt, cover me."
"Already on it, big guy."
"Yes, yes, just go already! We'll keep E.T. from scratching you... again. Seriously. You already look like a mess."
Praetorian didn't take the bait and quickly advanced to the building, opening the door and immediately searching for civilians. All of this was done with Ruin slowly following, Dragon Rounds ripping into anything who dared approach Praetorian. And when Ruin had to reload, Praetorian swiftly dispatched any incoming xenomorphs with its fists.
"Alright, we're here. Hurry up already-on second thought take your time."
Ruin calmly chuckled as the lobotomized rebellious AI fired another burst of plasma rays into a trio of incoming Warriors.
"I'm sure E.T. is appreciating this nice little barbecue I've made for them all."
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As Joseph was hotfooting it out of there, and seeing that his allies had the sense to do the same, a squad of jeeps rolled up ahead. Joseph didn't hesitate as he yelled shotgun and leapt into a vehicle. "Connor! How far away is this HQ?" Joseph eyed the increasing rain of plasma rounds outside as more terminators flowed in.

Amidst the hellfire, Joseph squinted to spot his allies. It seemed the guys in red armor were providing cover fire to let the others escape, and Joseph began to feel a little guilty that he had took off running and left that kid in the ruined building. Wherever the Native American chick and run off to, Joseph had no idea, but he was rather confused when he spotted a big ass wolf tearing into terminators like a buffet. What really caught his attention, however, was the young Asian chick in the suit who was straight up rushing terminators with a katana. "Hey, moron!" Joseph rolled down the jeep's window and yelled over the gunfire. "Are you trying to get shot? Get out of there!"

A stray plasma bolt struck Joseph in the shoulder and he yelped as he began rolling the window back up. "Honestly," He rubbed the cauterized wound on his shoulder. "I'll never forgive the Japanese."


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    (Anyone else? I forget.)

    Praetorian had reached the enterance of the police station. While the Xenomorphs were being held off, he would get a message from the command center. "The survivors are up ahead. As soon as you find them, get them out of the warzone."
 
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The suggestion now became a full-on order. Jerome couldn't argue with that, and neither could Alice and Douglas. God knows they've been though this before. Jerome figured he had a few seconds to identify, which would help his team mates with comms. The man with a bolas who had already made it to the humvee, the transformative woman, and the rather idiotic woman with a sword who was too confident in her abilities (In retrospective, Jerome and Douglas would admit she reminded them of Alice during their training).

"Jerome-092! This is Alice-130!"

He jerked his head towards Alice while firing so the Marines near him in cover could see.

"And that's Douglas-042! "

He yelled over the freq so they could hear, jerking his head towards Douglas. Douglas had the least ammo of the three, and was saving his last two rockets for armor and aircraft, and had swapped to his assault rifle. His main priority was covering their flank, as he dispatched any terminators that slipped through the cracks.

Alice was still busy, mowing down any of the machines that moved across the meat grinder of a firing line. Jerome ducked down behind cover, and hollered through the mic.

"Alice! Stay behind to cover that commander! Douglas! Get to the truck and cover! I'm right behind you, go!"

With the orders relayed, the Spartans moved almost as one. Alice jumped over the several meter high piece of cover and moved up to the firing line to get a better view of the Force Commander, and Douglas scooped up his rocket launcher, bounding over to the humvee with only a few strides of his augmented gait.

Jerome would see a blip on his motion tracker, and charge his laser. The terminator he'd be aiming at was soon covered by the woman with the katana, but it was too late. The woman's overconfidence and her quick movements meant that Jerome didn't bother to try to keep track of her since the Terminators were his primary concern, which meant her lack of spatial awareness meant she would soon find a meter-wide hole in her back if she lacked enough armor from Jerome's laser.

"Friendlies in the killbox!"

He cried, too late for her.

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"Friendlies in the Killbox!!!"

Meiya leapt out of the way just in time, before the laser would have pierced her body. That didn't mean the laser didn't hit something, as the ongoing laser struck a Terminator dead in the chest.

Meiya looked towards the guy who shot it, before looking back at the incoming army.

"Is there no end to these things?!" She asked, mostly as a self questionnaire, before leaping back to evade one terminator that tried to punch her.

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The white wolf growled in annoyance as the group tried to retreat and another new group member made it impossible to do so without leaving her behind. The growl sustained as the other communicated through communication systems. Jesus Christ, she thought having an entire pack of wolves in her head was annoying, but hearing the echo from one voice talking through the speakers as it came from the actual person speaking as well...She wanted to rip her ears off.

As the jeeps rolled up, Penelope bounded for them, leaping over one easily. Hopefully the girl, if she had actually climbed up on her back, knew how to hold on. Her fur was definitely long enough for it. But, the others weren’t following like they should have. There was cover fire, but no one else was really retreating as fast as she would have liked, and she could guess it was because of the one who had entered the fight a little bit late...completely ignoring everyone. She’s going to get herself killed, or all of us… We should cut our losses and just leave. The Native woman thought. How new to battle the woman must have been to deny direct retreat orders from the person in charge.

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SPARK-001, designation Praetorian​
Status: Minor Chassis Damage​
tActions: Investigating Building​
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"Signal received. Investigating."
Praetorian swiftly pushed the doors open, and stormed in, Phase-Cannon lowered as so not to frighten any survivors. The Phase-Cannon's glow immediately illuminated some of the survivors, but the gun was no flashlight. Praetorian's optical sensors swapped modes, and soon the SPARK was seeing things in night vision.
And instantly the machine saw for itself the survivors. They looked either relieved that there was something here that wouldn't shoot them or they were terrified that there was a giant robot with an equally giant gun. Praetorian couldn't discern all that well.
"SPARK unit Praetorian to all MPF units on the ground. I have identified survivors of the Xenomorph attack. I request covering fire while I evacuate the civilians."
Praetorian then swapped off communications, and swiftly spoke in an effort to reassure the civilians.
"All civilians, panic is unnecessary. Aid has arrived, and as I speak hostiles are dying by the score outside this building. The chances of civilian casualties... are low owing to the sheer firepower keeping the Xenomorphs at bay."
"However, we still need to evacuate the area. For that, I recommend that all of you follow me."
Praetorian then returned to allied comms channels.
"SPARK unit Praetorian to all MPF units on the ground again. I have the survivors in tow. Inform me when you are ready to start providing covering fire, then I shall commence evacuation protocols."
Praetorian's fellow XCOM comrades were swift to answer.
"Roger that. I'll keep the Vultures off the ground."
"I hear you. I'm still creating well-done Warrior on the spot."
"Not a bad smell, mind you."
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