Descorp Dragoon Force's Story

Touchdown
Locked into a geosynchronous orbit, the flagship of Descorp- Rhynn's Hammer, a five kilometer long vessel loaded with weapons and troops waited in the darkness of space. Deep inside the many layers of protective steel bulkheads and interspersing weapons of mass destruction laid the bridge- "Sir, we have a lock on those landing co-ordinates. Dispatching the first shipment now."

A figure seems to form out of the rooms darkness and gestures with a hand, "It's about time. Begin packing the second and third drops as soon as the first is down. We need to catch up. I want boots on ground and weapons in hand in less than a day."

The technician nods and begins typing into his console. It did not do to piss off the boss.

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What looked like a seed-pod detached from the underbelly of the ship, spinning in the vacuum of space a moment before small retro-thrusters fire online and begin adjusting the course of the object. On board a team of Descorp Dragoons strap in and send silent prayers to the Boss. Orbital drops sucked. Sucked bad.
Sudden acceleration as the thruster kick it into high, driving the men aboard back into their seats- the gear and supplies were strapped down and kept from bouncing about, thankfully. Or instead of high tech gear and elite soldiers...the vampires would receive a pile of hamburger and bits of broken metal. The ride was that rough. They hit atmosphere and it got worse.

McKinley Samson Arena- the target landing zone, a private place, no doubt it had cost the leeches a pretty penny to secure the rights to use. Descorp didn't care about the owner or the secrets the base no doubt held. They just needed a place to set down goods and soldiers. This port was as good as any. Though...it looked kinda like a shit-hole. A new paint job and paving, at the least. Maybe a deal could be worked out.

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The pod was coming in hot, but well within tolerable ranges- it was uncomfortable inside, but they were not bursting into flames or anything. Landing gear activated, as a set of probes extend from the fore and aft of the vehicle...a strange whine filling the air. The tips vibrated at a strange range, and somehow...the pod began to slow. It was impossible, but it was happening.

With a clunk it settled down, metal clicking as it cooled. Descorp's first delivery had arrived.

Within moments a dozen men in black uniforms were climbing free of the pod and handing down cargo, stacking it in neat piles. They had orders to get everything ready for when the vamps arrived. Six tons of weaponry and gear, as well as the beginning key structure bits to begin building a suitable hab-unit.

A separate group of soldiers breaks off, moving to dismantle the pod, they would then use the parts to build the means for transporting the weapons back to the castle- a few anti-gravity sleds. Without them it would take weeks to drag the crates.

Descorp Dragoon Force The two squads monitored the arrival of the new force, sending Vox-Signals to Nox that he needed to keep an eye on things- the Dragoons could enter guns blazing...but only if they received the signal to do so. It was always to be cautious when dealing with that group.

Descorp Dragoon Force Meanwhile, the first load of gear FINALLY arrived at the castle. The hover sleds ran into some troubles with the shrubbery. As it stands the vampires just gained some REAL fangs. About six crates of high powered assault weapons, ammo and a set of anti-air cannons to be set up outside. They would be well defended should trouble arrise.

One soldier even carried a Blink-Node, allowing quick resuply of smaller objects. The castle could now recieve one crate at a time directly from the ship in orbit.

Descorp Dragoon Force A squad of Dragoons moves into the area and sets up a medium sized medical tent, with a sign reading "Mandatory immunization. Vampires/Lycans." In time a crowd forms only to be ordered into two lines, filtering through one side of the tent and out the other, each person receiving an injection of Reisel's progeny- the Nanites. Each person taking the shot would feel a rush of euphoria a moment as the micro-bots acclimate to the host, then the person would feel normal again...other than the fact that the sun no longer caused any pain or irritation at all...as more took the shot more news spread...soon the majority of the town was lining up to get the cure. Never asking the cost.

Daemala glanced at the operation as she moved towards her car. Vaccinations: She had built up her own tolerance to the sun. However it was mandatory. She held up a hand as she was approached, the guard stepping in between.

"Later," Daemala smiled, and got into the limo that was waiting for her. Of course it was a limo.

It was the day of the Ball of Chaos! Verinotte Hollow was a bustle with preparation. The streets were busy being swept clean, sparkling brighter than usual. Descorp operations were relocated to Tower Alba. Daemala was paying a local maintenance man for cleaning her windows, and the Mint and Sage was prepared to take in guests. Women swarmed the Piata for last minute accessories, to pick up their dresses.

Tonight, there was to be a great celebration! Some members of the Forces Vankoryth had volunteered themselves to help decorate Verinotte Square. The fountain was cleaned, water running clear and dragons practically glowing. Lights were strung into the trees, setting a romantic scene in the constant dusk.

Out from Verinotte Hall came a couple more troops, unrolling a long, red carpet. It went all the way to the fountain. They then began setting up photography screens, as well as squabbling over valet organization.

In just a few hours, the square would be packed with citizens and celebrities, photographers and paparazzi, politicians and pretty women.

Descorp Dragoon Force The forces brought by Athena did their best to aid in helping survivors- all soldiers should have a basic know how of First Aid, but this was a mess. Squad Medics used Descorp Quick-Seal on heavy bleeds and tied off charred stumps- leaving the heavy lifting to the men in power armor. This was a dark day.

The FDWC contiuned to fight the sporadic fires and assist the Mars Corp and Descorp with search and rescue, while Sarah continued to bark orders to those fighting fires. "We need to get this under control and fast! We can't have this fires spreading outside the Town Square!"

Alissa was now in the truck and conscious, but the pain was making it hard for her to move, "Damn it," she muttered while being treated still, "I have a damn job to do!"

Trying her best to gather everyone, she threw up wreckage, seeing blood stains and people crushed under wreckage, she had not seen such depravity since the war and this was not the kind she had expected. The vampire actually bent low and vomited heavily gasping, before shakily standing and walking over to clear more. This was not right, this was disgusting, here they were countless people dead and still there was no word on this.

Turning to her men, she said, "Okay, Mars Corporation is in charge right now, Descorp, I am handing my command over to Mars Corp, I can't handle this..." her eyes turned away and she walked over to the van sitting in and seeing Alissa had woken up.

There were already four Mars Corp. ships present within the town square and yet one more seemed to appear within the sky dropping a payload of what appeared to be a green gel over some of the more rampant fires snuffing out their existence. A few of the medical A-12 units began working on a woman right away while one of the ships was getting loaded up with people and sent off to safety to a proper facility to be treated. The man wearing the If Armor simply began to bark more orders for his men and droids to continue their work in aiding the citizens of the city while the call was being made to the local authorities.

Alissa strained to get up only to be pushed back down but the medic tending to her wound. "I... Have... Work to do." she said still fighting it, "M-miss please! The bleeding hasn't stopped yet! Plus.. well.. Your shirt is pretty much useless now." She just groaned and shouted, "Then get me another one!"

Out of the shadows appeared a strange sight: An Ereb Alpha Trooper. His body was wrapped in a black mesh-like substance that covered the entirety of his body. Atop his head sat his helmet, his face hidden behind a dark green visor. On his back were an Ereb Katana and Ereb Blast Rifle, on his thigh was an Ereb pistol, and Ereb Combat Knife, and around his belt were ammo packs and various grenades along with other things.

He looked around the scene, his AI scanning everything around him and buzzing info to him in his head. "Well, this place just looks lovely." he said, thinking aloud as he crossed his arms in front of him.

One of the men wearing Ronin power armor spotted the Ereb Trooper only to wave the man over as he and several others like himself were pushing down a door and leading several wounded people to one of the drop ships. "You there! Come help us with the civilians!" He cried out as suddenly as he was forced to move away in order to help one of the A-12 units clear more of the rubble from the site. Mars Corporation ships kept on bringing more and more to city square in order to keep the flow of injured people to a minimum and transporting them to several medical facilities.

Descorp Dragoon Force The Descorp soldiers moved as deep as they could into the blast zone, looking for survivors- one saw something worth noting and hit a button on his comm, sending a direct link to the Boss. Whatever it was the soldier saw brought about a swift response...a wave of psionic force caused a bit of rubble to shift falling and crushing the man. The rest of his squad recieved orders to move along.

Athena would pull out a kit from her bag and hand it over to the girl, "Here it's adrenaline... I should not be giving you this, but since you can actually help people take it." without any warning she injected it into the girl arm and said, "Go, go help I will be there again just need some time to recover."

Meanwhile Terrance part of the TETRs force was surveying the scene, making estimates in his head. He was more the explosive expert, not for the events after, but well they needed someone who knew their stuff. Moving around the scene, he picked up pieces and residue from what he assumed were the explosives. There was no clear pattern, other than the blood decorating the concrete.

This would all need to be studied back at HQ.

The Ereb Alpha Trooper looked over to the soldier who addressed him, then over to the moving rubble in the distance. "Paia, scan the area for survivors that haven't been found yet. And find out who's in charge here, I'd like to speak with them." he muttered to his AI as he looked around.

He walked over to a pile of rubble and lifted some rocks, only to find a dead body. "Oh, this is just...fan-tucking-fastic." he said as he pulled the body from the rubble and laid it on it's back. 'And here I thought I wasn't going to see the body of a dead teenager after I quit my last job...' he thought, kneeling down and closing the eyes of the body before letting out a breath and moving away.

Seems like the big, tough trooper had a soft side to him.

The man wearing the IF power armor was directing orders to other troopers that fell under the Mars Corp. logo and was doing a rather damn fine job at that sense the wounded were being treated or transported out of this glorified war zone to facilities more capable of treating the injured than he or his men could.

After pulling a few more bodies out of the rubble, some alive and some not alive. He went over to the nearest medics, telling them where the people who were still alive were, and giving them some details about them. After that he put a finger to where his ear would be and nodded. "This is Storm-Shadow, returning to base as requested." he said as he walked to the nearest shadow big enough for him to hide in and vanished without a trace.

Mars Corp. troops and medical teams would continue doing there job so long as there were bodies to get out of the city and people in need of dire help.

Seeing things starting to improve, Athena sighed in relief thank god for Mars Corp or this would have been worse. Sitting in the ambulance she was not sure what to do now. At least there were details emerging, very slowly but details, the news crew would likely show up soon which would make people aware of this. Sadly it had been horrible day, and for those people who had suffered there were those close to them, and they would likely have their own tears to shed.