NC7- Alpha's Story

As Vox communications were compromised and jammed. Communication was now cut off leaving all Imperial forces on their own. In such a situation they would focus on their primary mission, regroup at the main gate and provide the Commissar assistance when they locate him.

Of course for the Commissar in question his small retinue Of Storm Troopers were shot through the meager buildings that provided cover leaving him and his personal aid once again to fend for themselves. ”Problems Sir, Vox communication is down. Possibly being jammed from an unknown source.” Jurgen spoke as he kept the pace with Cain.

Well that was wonderful, what he would not give to have the armored plate of a Chimera to take the hits right about now. Of course at the m he had to run with everything he had, when they arrived at the main gate their combined firepower would be enough to easily repel any would be attacker.

Imperial squads soon switched to Flakk Missiles and began to provide support against the hostile aircraft sending in blasts of shrapnel at the ship, combined by the twin-lined Hydra Autocannons aiming ahead of the hostile ships flight path calculating its speed with its predictive cognitive spirit, and was slowly bearing all its guns on the ship scoring more hits over time. And with two blasting away it would not be long until they turned the aircraft into burning slag.

More and more Imperial forces were converging to one location throughout the whole city, more and more soldiers continued to move out. Armored vehicles rolling to destination. However forces in Eastern Wing City were mobilizing to support the Commissar since they were the closest around, thousands of soldiers were in the area. And that was not including armored vehicles and even more heavy weapons.

The holy screech of a Thunderhawk, every engine burning brightly at full tilt shattered the chaotic noise of battle. Just as Cain inacted his retreat, and the malicious "Shards" of the arrogant heretech creature began their assault, help had arrived. Splitting the clouds, Josephus' Lance descended in a feigned strafeing run, all four twin-linked Heavy Bolters roaring with the Emperor's fury. The flakk was merely suppression, vaguely aimed towards the machine-aggreasor. The pilot's actual intent became clear once the massive grey gunship dipped closer to the ground, unleahing two Hellstrike missiles directly in front of Alpha's path to the Guard in attempt to clear some breathing room.

Regardless of its effectiveness the Thunderhawk's secondary payload would be delivered post-haste.

At the lowest dip in its arc the rear-bay doors flew open, and a small Veteran Iron Hands marines contingent leaped out. Armed with Heavy Bolters, Plasma Rifles, and even a single HAVOC unit, the highly bionic marines were ordered to give no quarter. These stalwart champions of the Imperium fearlessly hit the ground, Power Armor creaked, and whined, organic knees buckled on impact, but the Astates never missed a beat. As soon as each recovered from the jump they attempted to coalesce into the traditional, calculated serried ranks of their Chapter. Notably maneuvering their imposing figures between the threat, and Cain.

"The flesh is weak!"

When the battle commenced the tall Jinhai dispersed rapidly as rubber-legged running sent them in all directions. Not fleeing as such, They caught a bullet now and again exploding into a tuft of black dust. The dust shortly coalesced, if slightly smaller, then continued about its way. Between buildings or even under them the bodies of the broken quickly vanishing beneath the streets heading toward the meat locker. The administratum busily declared a 'state of emergency' deploying from office buildings city-wide to direct citizens away from the fighting as per city protocol. While Administratum did not stop humankind from entering the police and emergency personnel certainly did.

However Jurgen and Cain would find one black robed Jinhai following them. Without Otto's rifle intact for a point of reference the only other point they could reimage him on was the impression of the thing that killed him. Not something they were prepared to entertain as it wasted resources. It didn't speak and kept its distance but avoided windows that might disturb its duties with attacks. A black humanoid turning to a tide of dark grey dust through walls and under windowsills then reforming upward again in cover.

the Thunderhawk wouldn't be allowed to leave the battlefield, set upon by the Shard, its hull would and pilot's canopy would be fired upon by the hypersonic speed craft of the PNC Shard, one of the craft transforming into a Gundam like mech would attempt to land and catch itself on the front of the thunderhawk to peer into the canopy and pressing the Mrk XXVI 120mm gauss cannon against the glass, and firing to destroy all occupants and render the cockpit unsalvageable.


While the Iron hands moved to prepare for engagement, Alpha was charging at them and had been since the hellstrike missiles were fired, electromagnetic shielding activated. He drew his mono-molecular; High-frequency blades, raising one blade he struck the first of the missiles and the squad would watch as the blade cut it in half leaving the parts to split away from one another but still explode from the heat caused by the act of cutting through the warhead, the electromagnetic shield repulsing any shrapnel that would threaten to strike the robot.

the second missile would then strike the electromagnetic field and reflect away, its logis-engine hit by an electrical surge from Alpha's shielding and unable to correct its course fly off into the sky.

Alpha was at this point no more than ten feet from the marines and putting one of his blades to be held in the other hand he raised the now empty hand to silently goad a marine or the sergeant into a one on one duel, a challenge.

Ahead of the commissar two other PNC robots had deployed from their craft and were moving in for a pincer movement, one of a sleeker frame though with four arms and HF blade in each. the other standing ten feet tall and built like an armored bulldozer, its shielding visibly sparking and no weapon seemed visible on its body.

It was almost like divine intervention. The Space Marines, The Emperors angels of death as many call them, but they were simply the Imperium elite. The Iron Hands chapter has come to their assistance. Compared to a Guardsman, a Space Marine could deal with these machines with far better than they could. Can’t let their assistance be wasted if he died here.

"Jurgen, more scrap heap up ahead!...This is a problem. Our energy weapons are not the most effective against them...” He narrowed his eyes as he drew his las-pistol. Of course, the span of luck was not running low today it would seem. Almost as if...It really was divine intervention. Maybe his deeds to the Emperor was finally being paid in full. But truthfully, the Imperium needed him and the Imperial Regiment to survive on Terra to create a stalwart fortress and remain on Terra. And as such, the required assistance needed was sent over to Terra for a very quick assistance operation. And the ones who volunteered for the task in the Emperors name?...

In the skies, streaks of fire began to rain down from above. With brother Marines on the ground, along with valued Imperial Assets. One very important individual took notice. In these Drop Pods going at 12,000 kilometres per hour. By the time the enemy could notice they began to slam across the city. With the great blue colors and the Ultramarine symbol adorned on each pod. Each one began to disgorge their occupants. The honored chapter of the Ultramarines, with the Emperors plan for something big. He required all Imperial assets to be safe for the moment.

From each Drop Pod, squads on 12 Marines. The brand new Primaris Marines, Intercessor squads filed out in well disciplined formation. Armed with the Mark X Tacticus Power Armour, and the Mark II Cawl Pattern Bolt Rifle. These elites considered even better than their normal Space Marine peers under orders of their Primarch has come to the support of the Imperial forces in the city.

In total, one company of Astartes troops was deployed on the ground. A few Marines set up on buildings and opened fire on the machines bearing down on Cain.

Another in the city heard Otto be driven back to Genesis as well as the call to serve. Gunnac had been occupied getting a transport column of imperial guard to Genesis but now freed from his task loaded from his small munitorum. As the call went out from the God-Emperor to the Primaris so too did Gunnac respond. A quiet four-spark servitor scouted his destination when the Techmarine looked through its eyes to put himself to the field.

The floor vibrated as a psychoportation pounded the massive techmarine in front of the Commissar the artificer armor melded with a beast of transfiguration. Imperial eagle across his back and symbol of the Doom Eagles on each shoulder. That the Jinhai heard Jurgen so too did Gunnac know what had been said and turned slightly to look behind him. The force-sword inceptor sloughed from the arm ferroplasm erupting upward the heavy blade sprouting its gleaming sharp edges. A flat red crystal on his back that poured out a drifting clothlike solidity for a cloak tore strips of itself to point at the Commissar and Jurgen.

"Through the servitors I am told you need better weapons. So by the Emperor's will I do so grant these artifacts to you," said the faceless techmarine.

Two strange rifles with huge bores emerged stock-first squeezing from nothing as if the inside of the cloth were larger. Well used but well kept the prototypes were not yet adorned with gold in in their final forms. They bore but a small temporary descriptor labeling their pattern a 'Tenant' pattern bolt carbine. Sized for the Imperial Guard the reflex sight included a ammo descriptor though its clip more a specialized bolt-round manifestation grid. That the scope said "GUNNAC 10 / ∞" reflected the semi-automatic rifle's proximity to Gunnac to provide metacreative energy. The size of the weapon by shock resistance to wielded by those lesser than the Primaris. It had not the accuracy of ones wielded by their primaris counterparts but most of the power. Though its limitation in the graviton moment engine at its center as for an instant when firing it increased the mass of the gun and thus arresting recoil. It would not be moved easily when fired but high settings diminished its reloading rate. Metal composing most of its superstructure shaded cadet blue as Gunnac found ferroplasm suitable to take the force of sudden mass. The weapon's outer layer and remaining substance protected by ceramite.

Gunnac described the weapon quickly for Cain and Jurgen, "The graviton moment engine will allow the machine spirit to prevent your self-destruction by recoil. Set it high and trust the machine spirit to instruct."

Josephus' Lance was a study craft, even amongst his own kind, and the Iron Lord piloting it was no fresh-faced neophyte, or stumbling Guardsmen. As soon as the Shards opened fire it banked left, assuming an almost fully horizontal position, and responded with immediate, and extreme prejudice. All four twin-linked Heavy Bolters roared again, spraying indiscriminately towards the Shards, as their filthy, heretech sonic weaponry tore at the hull. Several sections felt the sting, namely the underslung Bolters, both of which were rent, and rendered inoperable almost as fast as they had began to fire. The glass of the cockpit shattered as well, forcing the pilot to level out, and battle new drag. It only served to piss him off however, and with a flick of two switches the dorsal mounted Turbo-Laser Destructor unleashed absolute hell, two more Hellstrikes in toe, towards the one that begin to shift, and charge. The pilot wasn't about to have any boarding, or grapple nonsense, and barrel-rolled as soon as his violent payload had been let loose, a rapid ascent following in its wake.

The ground-bound Marines found themselves in a rather similar position as Alpha advanced. The Veteran Sergeant was a little dismayed as the heretical machine sliced clean through a hellstrike missle, and downright dumbfounded when somehow, by seemingly sorcerery, it didn't explode until after the infernal machine was in front of it. When the second missle simply went haywire, thankfully streaming directly towards one of the airborne Shards, he came to the conclusion that their enemy had some form of control over machinery. In his mind likely a Heretech Sorcerer, or twisted machination of the Dark Mechanicum. Either way he wasn't stupid enough, or brash enough to fall for the contraptions obvious goading.

Instead he, and his men formed their ranks, each Heavy Bolter spewing a near-endless, but deliberately aimed cascade of Kraken Rounds. They moved with silent focus, each man of the rear-line firing over the front-line's shoulders, including the Havoc. The mixed volley of holy Imperial death was well-trained on the center of Alpha's electromagnetic force field in the hope of hammering a crack in to it. In the end it didn't matter though, their main goal was to ensure Cain's successful evacuation. Destroying this aggressive hunk of heretical trash would merely be a bonus.

Just behind the current fray came the rest of the reinforcements from Gonthar as well. Four Assault Valkyrie's, all armed to teeth, had been deployed just behind the replacement Thunderhawk. Though trailing, they pushed it double time, and the distance they lagged behind was, in the end, a boon from the Emperor Himself. It positioned them just barely in Heavy Bolter range of the second PNC deployment, and without hesitation each Valkyrie began a break-neck strafing run to try and decapitate the pincer in its tracks.

Outside the bar, just out of sight; the sounds of a 'gateway' almost as if there was an electrical storm in the hallway followed by the smell of Ozone; opening up stepping out the unstable and experimental gate was the artificial soldier Alpha. Its weapons 'locked' on each of them a little green light visible by the trigger mechanisms or on the lip of the scabbards in the case of the two swords on his back. translocation successful, Proceed with obectives

the Artifical soldier stepped into the bar, its HUD lit up with disturbance warnings and an outgoing distress signal, piggybacking off that signal Alpha was able to intercept medical and health data of the injured Aschen Admiral's medical implant.

Ignoring the bravado spewing Ken, the cybernetic construct made its way towards Elanne "Paramedics have been alerted and are on their way with first aid, your extraction team then can take you from there to safety" the AI quipped swiftly and offered an arm to help support Elanne out of the building.

In the A.I's vision, its motion tracker pinged every half second; allowing it to have an effective third eye watching the rest of the bar, information and data streaming through the internal processing cores of the Automated trooper, seemingly ignoring all except its intended VIP.

Ken Blast!, amazed by the sheer amount of people just sorta randomly showing up, looked on in silence as the robot had offered its assistance to the wounded soldier. He watched for about three minutes before getting bored and, knowing the nun won't let him leave now, considering Elanna told her not to, fidgeted around. After dusting off his hands on his pants, and regaining his cool, he looked at the woman who was still in her fighting pose.

"So, uh..." Ken Blast! spoke up. "You wanna play rock, paper, scissors while we wait for this to finish? I've got quite the record, I bet a drink from this place that I can beat you, best two out of three." He suggested, not really expecting a response, just speaking to relieve himself of boredom.

Emily once more adopted her neutral stance.

I've no time for children's games. If you've finished for now, then I've no further need to intervene.

Emily would have no part of the peace games. That was for the mortals to settle among themselves. She returned to her booth and sat back down.

Ken Blast! scoffed lightly. "Imagine playing yourself up to be some fearsome force to be reckoned with, only to be scared away by a game." Ken Blast! remarked in a mocking tone. "'Ooooh I have better things to do'. Clearly, that seat needs tending to, you're right." He said, even more sarcastic than the last statement.

"You attacked a woman who was a fraction of your size, who only warned you that they wished no trouble... if you considered that a challenge to your gladiatorial strength... then I fear for your own security." Elanna commented, while reaching down and pulling a shard of wood that had been embedded into her torso, wincing in pain as blood began to pour from her wound, soaking her uniform.

"You are little more than an insecure fool... who batters women."

Seeing the artificial soldier approach her after entering the bar, Elanna briefly recoiled away from it, she didn't want to move too much, lest she disturb her wounds even more.

"I think I should wait for my people to get here..." Elanna replied, holding her hand over her stomach.

She did take the Robot's arm to steady herself, but only after the deafening sound of jet engines erupted outside the bar. The Artificial soldier would likely detect a single large contact, and about a dozen more jumping from the larger contact, IFF transponders consistent with soldiers of the Aschen Empire.

"I appreciate your help..." Elanna croaked towards the artificial soldier, before she erupted in a fit of coughs, glaring at Ken Blast! between spasms of her chest.

As the sounds of the engines began to die down, boots on concrete outside could be heard, as well as the activation of weapons, specifically disruptor weapons. The men outside did not make entry yet, though. Rather they took positions at either side of the door.

The bar door did open to reveal a single Aschen soldier, this one wearing a white armband with a red triangle outlining the rod of Asclepius. The universal symbol of medic for the Aschen Empire.

"That man is the one who attacked me, be careful he is extremely dangerous!" Elanna called out, bearing more weight on the artificial soldier.

The medic took two steps into the bar, and then stepped to the left, allowing two Aschen marines to move in behind him, and immediately point their weapons at Ken Blast! as they moved behind a nearby table, eyes fixated on him.

The Medic took a slow step towards Elanna, his eyes watching the other patrons as he grasped a white briefcase filled with medical supplies.

The two marines then shouted their commands. "You, against the wall, now! On your knees! Hands behind your head! Cross your ankles!"

Six Vikings launched from the Hospital came within view of Gambit's and halted. "Hold here Rangar Wing wait for my call." Sara ordered.

Turning to the banshee pilot Sara said. "Lower the ship. Angel squad with me."

The Banshee uncloaked as it landed in front of the bar.

"Move in guns at ready but fire only on my mark." Sara ordered her ten marines fanning out in front of her

Shouting could be heard inside and Sara gave gave the go her men taking up postions near the exits. Upon seeing the Aschen Marines they held up and Sara called out "This is The Terra Nova drop your guns and come quietly we have you surrounded."

Sara turned to a mage marine "Set up the anti teleport field They won't be bugging out on the rainbow road this time."

The mage nodded Casting his spell a magic bubble forming over the area as he chanted.

Ken Blast! scanned the room, noticing the vikings distracting the two marines with their threats and might. He took a second to register this before suddenly clapping his arms together, causing an extremely bright light to flash in the room, acting as a defacto flashbang. He then darted to the two marines and started to whale on them the same way he whaled on Elanna. Except, he showed no restraint this time. His arms had reached speed and force that shouldn't even be humanly possible, basically juggling them in the air with consecutive strikes.

He then darted behind one of the marines and German suplexed him into a wall behind him. He then grabbed the other and said "You are about to receive the genuine Ken Blast! experience." before he threw him up in the air a few inches and dropkicked him into the bar. He then ran over to the medic and pushed him over. "Diagnosis? You suck!" Ken Blast! taunted.

While everyone was distracted by the flash of light, Ken Blast! ran behind the bar and snagged a generic bottle of beer before running up to the woman in charge and handing it to her. "For your troubles." He said before walking over to Elanna. He waited for the blinding effect to wear off. "Maybe you're right. Perhaps I did act rashly. I dunno, maybe I got too excited when I heard your fancy laser gun start to make whirring noises. Also, I didn't know you were like half my height, you seemed taller sitting down. For what it's worth, and knowing you and your space Nazi regime or whatever it won't be worth a lot, but I'm sorry." Ken Blast! said with, for what seemed like the first time during this entire thing, sincerity.

][OOC: This is why we can't have nice things. .-. FYI: It is really hard for me to get on during the week, so please just be respectful and don't destroy the bar. This will be my only post until probably tomorrow evening... so again, be respectful.a][

"Son of a bitch. This place attracts trouble, I swear..." Gabrielle had no sooner told the two NOT to fight, when what happens? A fucking fight. Granted, the male started it this time and surprisingly the Aschen female did not retaliate, but it was still annoying, especially since she now had to replace some furniture. Silently putting her head against her hand, the brunette counted to thirty, debating on just ignoring what was happening. Realizing she couldn't do that and expect the bar to remain in tip-top condition, she slid to her feet and pulled out one of the many very hidden rifles from behind the counter. Her attention shifted to Ken Blast! and she finally responded back to him after she was able to with all the chaos going on.

"Like I said, fights break out. You were the dick that started it and I did warn you as did the female officer. Now, if you would all kindly fuck out of my bar and finish arresting him outside, that would be great. We are a neutral ground and this shit isn't appreciated." She heard the noise outside and swore, grabbing the megaphone.

"You fucking Terrans have no authority in this bar either. Fuck off and let them leave peacefully. The Aschen did not start it this time. A civilian attacked her." She spoke loud enough for anyone in a few block radius to hear her. Was she pissed? Yep.

The problem with the Ken’s planned attack was that the two aschen marines inside the bar itself were not distracted, rather they kept their attention completely fixated on Ken Blast! Through the entire duration of their exchange, while the Medic was fixated on Elanna.

The Marine sergeant outside kept his gaze fixated on the landing Banshee, while several other marines fanned out, and took cover behind a parked sedan, their weapons leveled on the Banshee as it landed.

The instant Ken Blast! So much as move a muscle to try and clap his hands, the pair of Marines with their weapons fixated on him opened fire, their disruptor rifles barking their deafening report, and sending searing beams of green light towards Ken Blast! Each beam would likely strike true, and was capable of cutting through hardened steel like butter, liquefying concrete, and going through just about any armor. It wasn’t one or two shots either, the pair of Marines kept firing their weapons until Ken Blast! Was either vaporized from the sudden barrage of disruptor bolts, or he managed to somehow dive for cover. But given the men had opened fire, it would be highly unlikely he would be able to attack them without sustaining several hits from their weapons. A single hit from an aschen disruptor at center mass was a lethal prospect, as a beam at near fifty thousand degrees centigrade was hot enough to flash-melt steel, which meant it would likely vaporize flesh.

The medic dove for Elanna in the flurry of disruptor bolts as they whizzed downrange, providing a disorienting blinding green flash, and deafening pop with each discharge.

The opening fire inside the bar prompted the Marines outside the bar to action, the Sergeant move for cover, as four more Marines moved to the entrance of the bar.

“Stand down or we will be forced to engage, we’re here to extract a hostage... and the situation just exploded because of you!” The sergeant screamed at Sara.

“Decurion! Call in the adepts of war!” The sergeant called out to his radioman.

[OOC: so we're retconning a lotta this then, huh? understandable let me tweak this a bit]
Ken Blast!, looking absolutely shocked with more than half of his body vaporized, started to stumble away from the lasers. "Do you guys know... how long it will take... to regrow all this lost flesh?!" He asked, with fake, sarcastic rage seeping in his voice. Before they could answer, his flesh regrew almost instantly. "Having holy powers has its perks." He said, eerily calm, in stark contrast to his then energetic tone of voice. The wraps on his arms fell off as his crosses melted away. "You know, those crosses and bandages were holding me back. Don't blame me for what this will bring." He said.

Instantaneously, he was only two inches from the marines that had vaporized most of his flesh. He rammed his fists into their visors, his forearms hotter than anything that a human should produce. He wasn't being flashy anymore, he wasn't showboating. He only meant to get rid of the annoyances that had pushed him to this point.

He looked over at Sara before asking: "You wouldn't happen to have any bandages on you, would ya?"

Emily finally stood up in all of her religious habit and walked over to the engagement. She looked infuriated and swept an arm to her side.

Everyone present shall immediately stop their actions in full, or I will forcibly remove all of you from these premises...

She paused as her voice got deeper, and was corrupted with heavy reverberation and distortion.

...by force if I must. Blessed are those that revere the Unknown Trinity. Repent now, defiling maggots, and leave with your lives! The patrons stay in peace, and you away, but likewise as so!

Emily herself opened her eyes to reveal the black sclera once more, red pupils narrowing. She didn't take any kind of fighting stance this time. She looked more enraged than anything.

It was the words of the barkeep inside and not the barking Aschen that gave Sara pause.

"Ma'am orders?" asked a marine.

Sara sighed. "Stand down men..." Turning to the Aschen she said "Get your VIP out of here..."

"Men cover the Aschen withdrawl... "

It was in this moment, that the chime and sound of the bar door opening could be heard, as Ao Rixy stepped into the bar and into what he could only describe as something like a Mexican Standoff. Which was rather unfortunate...

"Umm...this is a bar right? Cause the sign outside said bar...not fighting ring..." Ao mentioned, looking at the people around. However, it seemed like while they were involving each other, they had yet to full involve other people, and so, Ao decided to go around them, go to the bar, and sit down casually, pretending like a bunch of super crazy people were not close to going in some weird, all out fight....in a bar. Rather, instead, he did the normal thing.

"What alcohol do you have....you have any Wyvern Whiskey, on the rocks? If not, just make it a normal whiskey then" he ordered, doing what people were meant to do in a bar. Drink large amounts of alcohol.