General Netan's Story

Sam simply chuckled, and then he held his arms out. "You win, I surrender." He said as he took a step forward.

"I'll come quietly." Sam added from atop the building, that was until there was a tear in the skies above the city, a distortion in the very fabric of space and time.

"Rolling in! Get ready for cover and extraction!" The Voice chirped again, and then there was a brilliant flash of light followed by a deafening sonic boom, a massive shock-wave spread out in all directions, shattering windows and overturning cars.

What was now in the sky could only be described as astonishing, three miles of massive bulbous ship hovering above the city like a scene from your every typical alien invasion movie. A Reverence I class Planetary Assault Carrier.

The original Aschen military nameplate had been removed, and the ship's finish looked more worse for wear. In crude paint, the ship's name had been scrawled on the side. "Lucius"

It was a recent acquisition, a decommissioned military vessel hijacked before it could be scrapped, and then sold to the Hadante Military through weapons smuggling rings that dotted the Empire.

It wasn't long before Tesla found himself staring down a bank of Turbodisruptors, with a sudden ripple of energy from bow to stern, weapons batteries traversed and opened fire, sending brilliant and massive bolts of green light, which liquefied the ground into molten slag, cars, buildings, and anything else caught in the storm of weapons fire.

The Energy projector followed suit, discharging a massive column of plasma, it swept all the way down main street, glassing everything in it's path, including Tesla should he not take immediate evasive action, along with any straggling cops.

A purple column of light followed, enveloping Sam on the rooftop, and drawing him up into the bowels of this massive ship.

He grinned from the black visor, and waved at the city as he ascended into the ship. All while the Reverence punished the city below.

Tesla couldn’t believe his eyes as the massive ship made a sudden appearance in the night sky, that leviathan flying in the sky ready to fire all it’s weapons down on the city below. All the innocent people wouldn’t stand a chance, they would all die if something wasn’t done.

“You MotherFucker!” he said. Tesla’s eyes glowed a very bright white light and sparks shot out. He jumped off the side, floating in midair using his powers, and reached up using his electromagnetic powers to magnetize Sam’s suit and sent a burst of energy down on the street below.

It was about time Sam learned the hard way that non-conductive didn’t mean he wasn’t immune to magnetic properties. Literally turning the ground below into a strong electromagnet that would not just pull on Sam but send him flying down to the concert below like a metator.

Tesla though didn’t have time to worry about if the attack connected though. He flew down to the ground like a lightning bolt. He leaned onto the crosswalk post and began absorbing the energy from the entire city grid.

“I won’t let you kill all these innocent people!” he yelled. He remembered the wavelength and radiation pattern of the hard light shield and with an entire city block power grid powering him up he might actually have the chance at protecting a few lives.

And so Tesla did his best creating a large hard light shield over the city block that was under attack. Absorbing more energy from the city grid and trying to make it bigger. Protecting the people for now from the energy and plasma that reign down from the sky like a biblical event.

Blood seeping down his nose and his eyes engulfed by a pure white glow of energy.

Hell was raining down around them, and the streets were being converted into puddles of molten asphalt. Plasma bursts were obliterating the city as they cascaded down, threatening to demolish all in their path.

"Oh my God....." Batman was at a loss at the sheer firepower behind the craft. He regained himself, steeling his nerves as he activated his communicator. "This is Batman; requesting assistance planetside on Terra. These are my coordinates....." He relayed the information quickly, trying to get a response ASAP. "I'm facing a massive ship demolishing the city. I need backup now!"

It wasn't long, however, before the clouds burst apart. Descending into the atmosphere was a blur of blue and red.

Superman.

He came to a stop beside the Dark Knight, looking up. "How ya holdin' up?" Clark asked. "I'm fine", Batman replied, "But maybe we should focus on that first," he said, turning his attention to the warship above them. Superman merely nodded, flying up to deal with the giant machine. Dodging cannon fire was easy enough, and he was able to utilize his heat vision, cutting at the ship's external armor, attempting to weaken the structure, and possibly sever a cannon or two.

As Tesla moved to magnetize Sam's suit, he would likely learn that the Kanvium plating was also non-magnetic, which meant it did not respond to magnetism at all, though other components in the suit did. However as Sam was caught in the gravity beam of the Reverence, the gravitic distortion of the beam countered the magnetization of the ground, this meant that Sam was continuing to be drawn into the ship.

The weapons fire continued, the Hard Light Shield being punished by the Reverence, while Netan grasped the railing.

Tesla couldn't protect the entire city.

And so, with several batteries concentrated on the Shielded area, the other batteries began to fire into the parts of the city that were not protected, Turbo Disruptor batteries peppering buildings, suburbs, and nearby structures alike, while the Energy Projector laid onto the Hard Light shield, increasing it's power and sending a constant stream of plasma onto the barrier. The surrounding area being heated upwards of several thousand degrees. If the beam itself didn't kill those in the shield, the heat would cook them alive.

The Shield would either collapse, or the sheer power bring levied against the shield would kill Tesla. He would be forced to make a choice.

Superman seemed to fare just as poorly against the Reverence, the heat that was supposed to cut through armor, was dissipated by the ship's shields in a flicker of milky white light. The Shields would also likely physically stop Superman, like a powerful barrier that would have to be overpowered either through cunning or sheer brute force.

Netan watched the readings, and then he nodded.

"Adama's aboard." A Lieutenant reported. Netan nodded. "Cease fire and take us out, prepare to jump back to Hadante."

Once the man was aboard, the purple light dissipated, and the massive ship would cease fire before her FTL Drives spooled up, a field washed over the ship from bow to stern, and it seemed as if space and time began to bend and distort, it would be a few seconds later before the ship vanished entirely, sending out another shockwave, and leaving a burning city in it's wake.

Tesla witnessed the plasma beam as it blasted down on the shield without any mercy. The terrorists blasted away with the pure beam of energy against the hardlight shield. It seemed that Sam was going to get his way, and thousands of innocent lives were going to die.

But Tesla was glad that Sam was a criminal with just lots of money, and no brains to back up that obscene amount of wealth and power. Plasma was the heating of a gas with ionized molecules or atoms (reducing or increasing the number of electrons in them), thus creating the plasma, which contains charged particles: positive ions and negative electrons or ions.

And if there was one thing that Tesla was good at it was controlling the electromagnetic spectrum. Sam’s little ship did exactly what he wanted it to do, and Tesla wouldn’t have to strain himself to power the hard light shield himself anymore.

Tesla created a long thin pole that reached from the shield and touched the ground below next to Tesla. He gripped the pole with his hand and smiled large as he felt the ionized electrical energy blast down onto the shield.

Using the shield as a conduit to feel for the energy he used his own abilities to control the ionized gas and stole the energy straight from plasma beam itself. The shield didn’t need Tesla to feed it now that Sam’s ship was doing the job for him.

As the shield absorbed the ionized energy into itself it converted the plasma into gas that only lingered in the air harmlessly. And with it the shield took in the needed abundant source of energy and grew to safely blanket the city from harm.

“Sorry, Tron, but brains beat brawn everytime.” he said.

The ship would then have to FTL it's way from the city as Superman wouldn't end his assault.

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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.

The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"

As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.

In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...

Leviathan roared in fury as it burst from the shadows, an incredible thing considering its size. Looming over the historic district of Main Street, LEVIATHAN had once again emerged.

WHO... DISTURBS... MY... SLUMBER?

it rumbled, drawing upon ancient sands of nostalgia. The windows of Gambit's Bar rattled, surely drawing the attention of any inside.

Leviathan waited for the winds to return a reply, but heard nothing — all but the hum of spacecraft, coming from the bizarre area to the north. Having been asleep for over a decade in his own time, this was a new sound in a city that felt unfamiliar, despite this very creature being there at the beginning.

In a huff, Leviathan stomped off, stepping over one building before crushing another in his slither towards the sound.