Mae Dawkins's Story

The Patriarch Flew past the rather large mass of military ships. Though having the speed and maneuvering of a destroyer, she was still large enough to out match most heavy/battle cruiser class ships in fire power, as well as mass alone. As the flew past, a though entered Jacobs mind, What of the elf girl, Mae , scowling just a bit, he spoke to the crew, "Engage cloaking, takes us back down and scan for a certain life form, Elvin, female." An "Aye captain" called back to him as the ship verred downward and begun to descend faster then most ships would dare. Wouldn't want to be here for when the shit hits the fan, and since she helped, I guess I owe her "Also, put as much power as you can in to the cloak and engines, take the guns offline if you have to, don't want to get caught in a crossfire" (OCC= DONT shoot me, im not attacking, I swear, im just going to pick some one up and get the ever loving hell out of here. How ever i am waiting on you all to post before I make my escape.)

A siren would erupt within the BN - Hex Shield's dome. Being that there was multiple BN - Hex Shields powering this single dome, it would acquire a high durability. The orb within this dome would begin bolting around, passing out orders.

"Lord Demigrem has decided to cancel construction on this world for now. You are to evacuate from this zone immediately!" The orb emitted throughout the dome.

Demiarchals began to evacuate themselves and their equipment. They knew that something had gone amiss when the ships above made their appearance. None the less, they would evacuate a lot quicker than they entered. The only thing that would remain inside this dome would be Demiarchal soldiers and their equipment.

In one direction a funnel of dust and rock was rocketing towards the dome and in the other a wall of dust and dirt was rising. They could see their forces funneling into the sky, but still, they knew they had to worry about themselves. In the direction of the incoming jets, a soldier would yell.

"Incoming!!!" The Demiarchal yelled and jumped for shelter behind a large stone.

At this point, the incoming ships had just released their warheads above the city. These warheads would create a lot of damage on the area and this was not something that could happen. Demigrem would only have seconds to act if he wanted to prevent this destruction on the ground.

As the warheads reached around two hundred and fifty yards above the dome, it was do or die time for Demigrem. He would reach his right hand forward during flight and begin to release an omnipotent roar that would shake the jets as they zoomed over him following their bomb release. Following this mighty roar was a surge of crimson lightning erupt, ripping through the warheads.

This lightning would appear and strike at the speed of light, and vanish just as quick. All that would remain from this crimson bolt of lightning was the clap of thunder and the debris of the warhead shells. Following this strike, Demigrem would barrel into the dome, it parting upon his contact due to inside controls.

When Demigrem's feet hit the ground, he closed his massive black wings and gazed upon the soldiers. Out of the vortex, soldiers, heavy armored vehicles and tanks would exit, filling the entire dome. Demigrem would call for silence as he spoke to the Demiarchals there.

"This day, whether it be long or short, will be remembered. Had you not engaged the Hex Shields when you did, it would all be over...Today we will show these beings that we will not run and cower. We will show them what the power of the White Sun feels like. Upon this world, the Demiarch Empire shall claim it's first battle towards peace. Despite all odds, we will deliver this realm into a new age. An age where no being will be suppressed for currency. An age where no stomach will go hungry. This Age will begin with a river of blood, and it will stain this world, letting all know, when we say we are here for them, we are.." Demigrem spoke unto all of them.

"NOW RELEASE THE HELL UPON THEM THAT THEY NEVER WANT TO SEE!!!" Demigrem shouted across the city, receiving a mighty war cry from the soldiers.

In the direction that the jets had just come from, waves of soldiers armed with anything from BN - Assault Rifles to GT - A.B.E. Blitzer Cannons. In the mix of soldiers were BN - Wolverines, BN - Corruptions, BN - Extinction Barrel, GT - Arachnids, GT - Duck Hunters, and BN - Hex Shields. The more room created within the main dome, the more that would come through the vortex within.

As the BN - Hex Shields would exit the dome, they would activate their own shields. They would seem to pair together, giving two BN - Hex Shields per dome. Under these domes that would stretch for about a seventy yard radius, would consist of the units in each squadron. Some were heavier equipped with tanks and such, while others were foot soldiers. All in all, each dome was equally powerful in it's own way.

"Release the Arch Hounds!" Demigrem shouted as he noticed the carrier containing them.

A few soldiers would quickly pull the gate loose on the container and the hounds would leap out. In mid air, it would seem as though they explode as it turned into an octopus like creature with a wolf's head, but made completely out of black stone and gold stone mixture. As they hit the ground they would burrow in the sand and begin rushing beneath the dust.

Upon their release Demigrem would yell, casting an order from more Arch Hounds, before he thought to himself, "Those Arch-Hounds are our saving grace right now...There's no way to squeeze enough forces through that portal before they finally break through that dome if we can't hold them back...White Sun, show mercy upon this world as it is consumed in this darkness, for they know not what they seek."
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With no resistance in the distance to cease their movements from the massive vortex, the Demiarch Space Armada would continue sending ships and mechs in. Eventually, after the are was secured enough by the mechs and air ships, a massive ship would begin to erupt from the vortex. As it moved through the vortex, the ground would quake as the vortex was forced open wider by the appearance of this ship. Around midpoint, five large, orb shaped satellite ships would be seen circling it.

One the ship had completely broke through and was in positioned in the outer reaches of Blackrock's atmosphere, battle cruisers and other heavily armed ships would break through. Every ship, every mech, every piece of armor in the sky was made of a unique, metallic, stone.

No Demiarch ship would attempt to near the opposing fleet at the current time. Everyone would begin to take their positions, heavily guarding the large ship in the middle. The large ship, as well as all Battle Class warships, would begin to pulse in a purplish lightning that would surge in rings, moving from back to front.

The high commander on the main ship would begin broadcasting a short message, more or less orders, to all the other ships in the Demiarchal Space Armada, "Engage full shields! Prepare all weapons! Keep together and do not let them break the line. Our goal is to defend our encampment in the distance below them. We are alone until we can get word back from forces on Ruula. Finally, do not fire until they do. We came for peace, and so we will ensure."

The mass ship hologram would clear out, and the high commander would then turn to the beings on the ship over communications, "Connect me to the enemy."

A with the nod of a head, and few clicks of some keys on a 3d like computer screen, the Demiarchal was attempting to connect. After a few moments, they would turn to the high commander and nod. They were ready to send a broadcast.

"This is Arch-General Johnathan Dawn, Commanding Deminaught of the Hades Wrath - DE 119. What are we expecting to achieve today out of this battle besides the possible loss of thousands of lives over one little colony? I would like to know before engagement, so we understand why we are all here." The Arch-General spoke.

Mae swung her sword at the sudden surge of attackers, heart pounding. She knew she looked like a demimarch, as her bandages bore their symbol. It seemed as if they came from thin air, the way they caught her off-gaurd. She used her katana with great skill, and held them off. A man grabbed her from behind, but she hit him hard in the jaw with her sword hilt, and delivered a crushing kick to his groin. She watched him double over in pain as he grunted in agony. "I appologize to your future children..." Mae swiftly turned around and engaged in combat with another soldier. She caught a blow right below her eye, and fell backwards from the force of his punch. A sturdy kick to her stomach made her fall onto the unwelcoming, gritty earth. She spat, leaving a spot of blood on the ground. She more than likely had a cracked rib. A large foot pinned her to the ground with crushing weight. She let a raspy sort of yelp as she cringed in pain. The man grabbed her sword, pointing it threateningly at her neck, ready to turn her into fresh minced-Mae. She was just about ready to give up. Digging her fingers into the sand, she attempted to shimmy out from under the man's boot. A sharp crack sent pain through her chest, meaning that her already injured ribcage was now most likely worse. All she could do now was shout.

Merek stood on one of the walls facing the waves of chaos and destruction. Time seemed to freeze around him with his eyes taking in the movements the explosions, troops and most importantly the death. He took a deep breath inhaling the smell of fire, brimstone and most importantly fear. Was it his own fear to die? No this wasn't a fear akin to a man like Merek. His fear lay in not taking enough of the enemy with him to the grave. This was when reality snapped back to him at the roar of Demigrem. He knew what had to be done. Merek may have taken a new master because of Aeson, he trusted his brothers judgement but he would not shun his father so easily with a fickle thing like power.

Merek swung the bastard word with his arm in a powerful downward stroke that ripped the ground asunder before him. The fissure spread out before him cracking the ground with an elemental fire that shot out of the fissures as lava. The piles of lava and fire rapidly reformed into their own creation of humanoid figures carrying all sorts of weapons. These beings absorbed their power and life now from the sun. As long as the sun shone the creatures would only grow stronger in this arid wasteland. The beings formed into groups based on their weapons. Some had bows, other swords and shields, there were pikes, spearmen, men wielding axe and more. The legion of these fire elemental's continued to grow before Merek.

"This will be a good death, a glorious death." Merek said under his breath.

He took to arming himself with his own barrier which was multi-layered magical field dampening both damage from projectiles and blades. His sword sprang to fire and his shield took on a hot white sheen. From his back came two elemental wings like those of an angel but made of fire. Merek tested them the wings flapping and shooting forth flames while lifting him off the ground. Merek flew down before his troops landing before their ranks as he lifted his sword. The legions of flame warriors sprouting their own wings now as Merek lifted his sword.

With the newly created legions they took off Merek directing the elemental army to various targets both Aschen and Isirian. Smaller groups breaking off to chase down the fighters and wreak their own brand of fiery hell onto any they met.

The man holding the sword was suddenly met with the face of a fellow soldier who grabbed him by the front of his vest and shoved him backwards into the dirt.

"We're not Aschen butchers," the officer growled. "Does she look like an alien? Or a soldier?"

"Sir. She was armed."

"Who on this shit hole of a rock isn't armed."

The Aschen mentality towards barbarism was fast finding it's way into the Isirian military, but there where still those who remembered that their duty was to protect the people of Isiria, not to terrorize them. Of course, that the woman wasn't one of theirs wasn't something the officer was yet privy to. It would take a much closer inspection to realize she wasn't human either.

"But Sir..."

"Get the fuck back in your vehicle."

"Sir, yes Sir."

The man, and a few of his fellows to help up the groaning soldier that Mae had floored climbed back up into their LRV and moved out with the rest of the ground troops preparing to converge on the city once the aerial strikes where completed.

The officer squatted down to get a look at the woman before looking to the horizon in the distance. The soldiers had done a number on her, and he didn't care to think what they might have done had they gone unnoticed. Military brutality had been on the rise in the outer planets where Isirian insurgency activity was at its strongest. Rapes and murders of outer planet civilians in retaliation for terrorist bombings against the central planets was rapidly escalating. Especially among soldiers who had lost family and friends to terrorist activity.

"If you can walk, get back to town," he said as he pointed to the horizon. "That's probably the safest place on this god forsaken rock right now."

The small settlement on Blackrock didn't even have a name, since it was the only one on the barren moon and scarcely large enough to call itself a town let alone any sort of permanent settlement. If you weren't on the ground, it was simply Blackrock, if you where on the ground it was just 'town'. The whole moon was for lack of a better word, a glorified gas station. A place to pitstop to refuel and resupply, or to get the local smuggler gossip and pick up jobs before moving on again.

The officer stood back up and moved off to rejoin his men as he hoisted himself up into the passenger seat of his own LRV. He couldn't spare the time to help the woman personally, not with a battle beginning. The town was a few hours walk away, but it was the best he could offer the woman. He signaled his driver to rejoin the rest of the ground troops where they where gathering into formation. None of them approached the colony in the distance though. They where waiting for something it would seem.

(Co Authored by barney_fife and Tiko)


Watchtower K-7
Somewhere in the Kreios System

The massive Aschen watchtower sat silently observing the events unfolding on Blackrock using a suite of highly advanced sensors. It's crew was hard at work coordinating communications between the Aschen Empire in the rest of Isiria, as well as the Isirian Military. The Commander stared at a large holographic representation of Blackrock, making a face at the ruptures on the planet that signalled still open vortices.

"Isirian Navy, this is Watchtower K-7, I'm locking down the planet to keep those reinforcements out, otherwise they're going to keep coming." The Commander hailed before he nodded to his crew.

"Engage Inhibitors, lock down everything on the planet, keep the field localized." The Commander ordered, and with a swift keystroke, the Watchtower engaged it's inhibition system, broadcasting a powerful Planck field across the entirety of Blackrock.

This meant that every single vortex on the planet would be shut down in an instant. Any ship still traveling through them would be severed in two as the Vortex likely destabilized and vanished under the planar stabilization field emitted by the Watchtower. The Demiarchal would be completely and totally cut off from all reinforcements as this field covered the entire planet, which wasn't difficult given the moon's small size. This would however also render the ftl drives of the planetside Isirian, and Aschen ships ineffective as well.

Shortly following the Watchtower's Planck engagement, several hundred contacts jumped in just beyond the Watchtower's field, at first there were two additional Reverence IIs, their IFF's reading to the Isirians as the Hymn of Purgation, and the Epitaph of the Martyr.. As the ships completed their jump, they began to make their way towards Blackrock at nearly breakneck speed for a Reverence II, moving to position themselves incoming towards the rear of the Demiarchal formation.

Shortly after the pair of Reverence IIs jumped in, two Iconoclast Battleships appeared, the Inomine Veritas, and the Legatus Stygies

"Isirian Fleet this is Chairman Inviere, supreme commander of all Imperial forces in the Aurora, and of the Imperial Navy; the Emperor has decreed that Exterminatus is to be carried out against this moon in light of this Daemon incursion, however I will not carry out the Exterminatus without Isirian authorization, but that is with my own reservations." Inviere hailed as the Legatus Stygies moved into position towards the moon.

"Isiria does not authorize an Exterminatus at this point in time," Admiral Witkowski replied. "Our mission is to retake the moon, intact."

"Sir, the enemy fleet isn't engaging us," the communications officer called out.

"Well, if they're just going to sit over there, why don't we put those Reverence's to use," Admiral Witkowski answered before addressing Inviere once more. "How long does it take to power up those singularity cannons?" he asked.

"While I stress the seriousness of this Incursion, I can respect the sentiment. We can have Singularity cannons ready to fire in about one to two Millicentons." Inviere replied. "The Hymn of Purgation, and the Epitaph of the Martyr are positioning for a strike now."

While Inviere was replying, several more Aschen contacts jumped In-system, most of them support ships; Battlecruisers, Missile carriers, Fleet Tenders, and roughly three Onager class Siege ships, massive platforms sporting a Singularity cannon and a suite of advanced targeting systems for long range bombardment.

"If you can take the shot, do it," Admiral Witkowski answered.

He hailed the Demiarchal General next. "For the unlawful seizure of Blackrock, and the movement of foreign military on our soil, I have been authorized by the Isirian government to remove you and your army from our land, through any means necessary. If you want to avoid a bloodbath, take your weapons offline and withdraw all military assets from Isirian territories immediately."

He didn't particularly expect them to comply, but he would make the one final gesture.

Inviere paused for a moment as she brought up a fleet display showing the Aschen, Isirian, and Demiarchal fleet positions. She pursed her lips a moment before she picked up the Comms.

"Target the large central ship for a Singularity strike." Inviere ordered, while she gestured for the Legatus Stygies to be brought about.

"Online forward batteries, we'll open fire once the opening strike is finished." Inviere said, before she brought up a line to the Litany of Fury.

"Litany of Fury, Legatus Stygies Actual; we're preparing an opening strike against the enemy fleet, when we fire, take out that shield." Inviere ordered, Montrose registering a reply.

"Acknowledged Chairman, I'll beat upon their shield like a drum." Montrose replied.

Commander Montrose then swiftly turned to her XO and Shipboard AI. "Bring power to the ventral batteries, and the energy projectors, when the fleet opens up, we'll rain down upon them; and burn their city to glass."

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The pair of Reverence IIs that jumped just to the rear of the Demiarchal Fleet positioned their bows to bear, massive armored panels retracting to reveal a large barrel, followed by an immense energy surge as a dense sphere was loaded into a magnetic chamber, encased in a magnetic field so powerful it caused the projectile to collapse on itself, resulting in a powerful gravity field. The sound of metal creaking followed inside the ships as the Singularity cannons began to build power, each one targeting the central Demiarchal ship.

"All ships, clear area for Singularity strike."

The Aschen Singularity cannon was perhaps one of the most powerful siege weapons ever built by the Aschen Empire; taking a projectile and collapsing it upon itself, and then hurling it at relativistic speeds. This resulted in a projectile that carried a staggering amount of Kinetic energy, in addition to a gravity well that was designed to tear apart a ship as the projectile passed through. No vessel known to the Aschen was capable of resisting a strike from a Singularity cannon.

As the pair of Reverences readied their opening strike, the rest of the Imperial Fleet was jumping onto the system, positioning themselves in a wide arc to the rear of the Demiarchal Position. One by one ships were still filtering into the system, so far all of them belonging to the Fleet of Imperial Retribution.

Inviere recieved yet another communication, checking it a moment, she relayed the message to the Isirians.

"I've recieved word from Admiral Nash, the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance will be arriving within the Centar."

Meanwhile, a silent figure stood quietly at Inviere's back as battle plans where being put underway. The frail white-haired woman hadn't spoken a word since the Legatus Stygies had jumped into the system, but she spoke now.

"Inviere, what of me?" she inquired.

She wore the uniform of the Aschen Special Projects Division, but she didn't speak as a soldier.

"Find your way to a SOEIV, I'll come in for a low pass over the planet." She said, bringing up a picture of Demigrem taken from the Litany of Fury. "Once you've reached the surface, Neutralize this target." Inviere ordered.

"It will be as you instruct," Whisper answered quietly.

Blackrock
Planetside

While the fleets faced off in space, the battle continued to unfold on the surface of the moon.

The elementals would prove something of an unexpected addition to the playing field, but for the time being their damage was largely contained due to a substantial lack of immediate targets for them to engage at the moment. The single squadron of bombers that had engaged the city had only made a single pass to unload their warheads and unless the elementals chose to pursue a handful of bombers beyond the city then they where likely well beyond immediate reprisal by the time the elements where summoned.

That left only the Reverence above the city in the upper atmosphere - which would take the elementals a substantial amount of time to reach yet - and the ground troops scarcely visible on the distant horizon where the Isirian soldiers where continuing to mobilize - which would also take time to reach should the elementals choose to try and cross the several mile wide expanse of open space. The Isirian ground forces made no attempts to approach the city in the distance though. Instead they where setting up their own anti-air artillery, and digging in out in the rocky terrain. The reason for their holding back became evident as several squadrons of jets tore past overhead of the Isirian troops, unloading cluster bombs.

It would seem that the Isirians where content to sit back and rely upon aerial strikes to break down the domes and shields protecting enemy equipment and vehicles.

Unlike the warheads, the cluster bombs where dropped well beyond the city walls, and would release scatterings of landmines across the dusty landscape. The intent was that that the mines would serve to keep the enemy cloistered within the city, while the Isirians made use of superior air-support. Their run would carry many of the jets over and past the city - leaving them briefly vulnerable to reprisal as they did so - before they too would be gone like the Century bombers before them. They didn't have the speeds of the Auroras in reserve, but reaching speeds of Mach 3 at an altitude of 15,000ft would have them swiftly clear of the area.

It would be a simple matter for individual people on foot to navigate the mines, but driving large numbers of soldiers or military vehicles through would prove far more difficult.

Overhead, a lone drop pod began its descent towards the surface.

Jacob watched the two fleets engage each other with a smidge of respect for the them. The Patriarch was at low altitude, pounding the ground with her scanners. "Sir, we have a incoming flight of planes, look like bombers, and they are heading right for us!" "SHIT, evasive maneuvers!" Yelled Jacob at the news and the Patriarch listed to the left. Out of the 15 bombers, 3 slammed in to a seemingly invisible wall of glass. The Patriarch took the hits with ease, but now her cloaking was gone. "Shit, weapons online, shields to full, charge up the Shock drive, we will look for her 5 more minuets, then we're out." Jacob looked at the fleet above them I prey they don't take notice to us

Elsewhere in Isirian space...
"Councilor, you should take a look at this."
"Put it on my screens."

Long range superluminal scans appeared on the holo-panels around Dylan, and his grey eyes scanned over them quickly. Long years of experience enabled him to quickly see what the Scanner operators had uncovered, and his voice was quiet and professional as he answered. "Trigger a collapse approach with nearby fists. Instruct Zeus and her cohorts to remain on overwatch and holding, and get Devastator moving inbound on intercept."

Rising, the Councilor flicked a hand across his screens. Fading to black and winking out, the man left his chambers, tossing aside the comp-glasses as he headed for the Agency strike deck.

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Within a few minutes, across Isirian space, UDW vessels vanished from their stations as they turned heading. As the latest developments of the engagement begun, tunnel signatures bloomed, nearly two dozen in total. Two prowler Fists, immediately moving from exit vectors and running dark, operating on standard procedures of executing a series of radical course changes, breaking their locations and becoming nothing more than darkness creeping within darkness. A trio of assault Fists formed around the central dominating vessel, the massive Bahamut-class carrier, the UDW Devastator. 28km long, bristling with Abysses, Hellbores, railcannons, and torpedo batteries, her own cohorts were a pair of heavy cruisers, Ravager and Ruin. 13km long blades, the cruisers held off from the carriers sides like arms, settled firmly into a capital level Fist.

Broadcasting through Aschen and Isirian widebands, Ryder spoke calmly. He himself was settled within the central Psycho-sphere within the Devastator's gullet, casually focusing his energies.

"This is callsign Archfiend in command of UDW Strike Group Imperial to Aschen and Isirian local forces. Request to coordinate efforts and extend a hand, over."

Discord squirmed atop his cloud and cooed wistfully.

"Ooohhh..." a manic grin spread across his muzzle. "That feels delicious. Such glorious chaos... Time to add my own ingredients to this stew pot."

The draconequus leaned back in the cloud as if in a hammock. He inhaled deeply, tasting the residual chaos that saturated the otherwise desolate and stagnant world. Discord lifted his bear hand, waited a moment for unrecognized dramatic tension, and snapped his fingers. A rolling chorus of booming thunder rumbled across the near cloudless sky. Dark purple, and oddly ominous, clouds materialized over the battlefield with the lazy rotation of Discord's finger. The massive cloud formation continued to spiral outwards while smaller blotches popped into existence beneath it. They wriggled and heaved before unleashing a downpour of yellow rain that reeked of sulfur. Straying aircraft that collided with the cloud layer would find themselves lodged in a taffy like substance that quickly hardened like concrete. Streaks of prismatic lightning raged within the maelstrom.

"Ahh..." Discord blew on his smoking finger and placed a pair of blue-and-red three dimensional glasses over his eyes like shades. "Let's see how they adapt to a change in the playing field..." he said as a bag of Oreo-flavored popcorn appeared in his hand.

Discord stroked his goatee as the typhoon of chaos magic surged through the atmosphere, likely scrambling sensors, communications, and perhaps even distorting the Aschen Planck field. Little was certain as the energies took on a will of their own.

The blast form the Bombers had shaken the ship, it was when the sudden maelstrom appeared, that the Patriarch was in trouble. "Damn, adjust shields to compensate for the energy, keep scanning." Jacob reached out with his senses to find the cause of this sudden storm of magic. It was painfully obvious this was magic, nothing that he knew of could produce a storm with such power...it was the cause of this power, that Jacob was scared of. "Sir, I have an Elvin life form, cant tell if its female or not, but I can get them on board if we teleport her now ." This brought him back to reality. "Aye, get her up here now, once they are on board, make for deep space and engage cloak once we get out of this storm." An "Aye captain" was sent his way, and he waited.


10 minuets later, the Patriarch broker her cruise over the surface, and made for the tranquility of space...with an extra passenger. Now as long as none of the fleets notice us, we can cloak and make for jump range, then, make for the core worlds. Thought Jacob. This is going to be one hell of a war

"You can help by searching for the source of this magic storm". 5 minuets later, he sat in the captains chair. "Sir, we have two Demimarch ships breaking off to intercept us, frigate class, lightly armed compared to us, orders?" He smiled just a bit and spoke, "Level us out, pull up the main guns, target but do not fire unless wee are fired upon." The 6 main guns of the Patriarch hummed to life. They were each Rail guns, XGUS-131s, best rail guns that could have been mounted on the Patriarch , each 131 was a triple gunned monster, being able to shatter most shields, and the ship it self by the second volley.

"Sir, they are breaking off". Jacob spoke "God, level the guns in ready positions and full speed to orbit.
The Patriarch made for orbit. the Problem was, they would have pass through the Imperial fleet.

Mae looked through the storm trying to find the source. It was definitely a magical storm, but there was something odd about it. Ships flew menacingly, like hawks honing in on prey. Her eyes caught sight of a strange creature. It appeared to be a mash-up of many different animals. "Jacob! I believe I have found the source of this cursed maelstrom." A very strong magical Aura surrounded the beast, and he wore a very, very strange outfit. She found herself laughing. Jacob said something to a crewman and walked over. She watched him stretch his muscular arms, as he strode over confidently. She watched his grey eyes scan the scenery delicately. How she wished he would just wrap his arms around her and just hold her there. A sigh escaped her lips. Scolding herself, she remembered that he probably had zero feelings towards her. In his eyes, Mae was most likely just a valuable asset in the success of the Demimarch. Nothing more, nothing less.

Demiarch Space Armada

Fall of the Hades Wrath

The mighty attempt to defend against the Singularity Strike was met with mass failure. It was over for D.S.A. fleet in the blink of eye. Few ships would remain from the strike. The remaining ships would cease their movements, and make an attempt to open a safe link to the opposing forces.

What ships did remain were highly conscious of a security breach on their systems. It would only be moments before the AI would be matched by the Core system. The Core would reject the AI, cornering it, and stopping it’s movement through the system. What the AI would pass through, the Core system had already checked for abnormalities.

The Core would begin casting a red stream of symbols and numbers to the AI at it’s main point through the port opened through their intrusion. The Core would no longer be threatened by the enemy AI. Any further attempts would be met by a wall of red scrolling symbols and numbers, showing an infinite code that would never cease, constantly rotating.

“AI, keep your cold code out of my ships… You offer one more chance for me to come through a portal you make and i’m coming for you.” The Core relayed to the AI’s mind.

A Deminaught over a B.C. – H.C. attempted to send a message with no attempts to attempt a cyber attack, to the surrounding enemy fleets, sending it every few seconds until a response was given, “You have obviously won this battle. We will surrender peacefully. Let us send a convoy of ships to remove all ground troops and weaponry, and we will remove ourselves from this section of the universe. So I stress, let us remove our troops and leave this galaxy with what little remains. You have proven we
are no match for you, and we accept this.”
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Demiarch Empire
Arch-Hounds

The message was broadcast throughout the forces, but until the enemy forces accepted, they knew they could not stop their attack and defense. The ground battle was going much differently than the space battle; the Demiarchal’s were holding their ground here. Despite the back and forth between soldiers and air strikes, a different battle was engaging on the Isirian base with the Arch-Hounds.

The Arch-Hound, in it’s mighty armor like skin, was ready for combat. It’s pain tolerance was high, just as it’s power and speed. The creatures moved swiftly, at high speeds, and their agility was superb, never straying on one path, dashing and dodging, progressively moving towards their prey, even if it’s not the one they’re looking at. Their breed has been involved in battle for years, and they learned quickly; if you sit still, you are done.

When the Arch-Hounds initially broke from the ground, it was a mighty appearance. Chunks of the ground blew into the air, filling it with dust and debris. The creatures reached about seven foot in the air, blasting the area with explosive energy rounds from their extensions. Bullets would tap upon their armored bodies and fall to the ground in the appearance of coins. The Arch-Hounds broke through, guns a blazin’, blasting in all directions. They would find one problem in their arrival, they were outnumbered by mechs. This would only force them to fight a wiser battle, knowing that it is life or death.

The Arch-Hound creatures that were there understood that they were outnumbered when they erupted from the ground. Their intentions now were to wreak havoc on the base, no matter how they had to do it. The Arch-Hound that combated Walker was not attempting to destroy the mech, knowing it was going to take more than it’s explosives on it’s hard shell to break it, but it could damage it’s weapons systems before it’s disappearance. The battle was just beginning, and both sides knew that it was a battle for their life.

Despite the combat, the Arch-Hound began to emit a telepathic presence into the area, connecting them to the beings minds that were there, allowing them to know precise location of allies an enemies. This was their communications system amongst eachother.

This presence would grow stronger as they remained in combat. It would press on the Isirian’s minds faintly in the beginning, but the longer theArch-Hounds were there, the stronger the symptoms would grow. It would act upon the minds of the Isirians, starting slowly, for now hearing random growls, seeing Arch-Hounds in their peripheral vision, all this would cause strain on their nerves and senses, casting a mild sense of schizophrenia. Soldiers that traveled on foot would fall under this presence immediately, where as the mechs and armored vehicles would be harder to crack. The mechs would be more susceptible when they were within fifteen yards of an Arch-Hound.

The closer the soldiers got to the Arch-Hounds or the longer they remained around them, the worse their mental stability would become, seeing multiple Arch-Hounds, thinking they were attacked, the growls and roars extending in all directions beyond the base, cold breathe of the creatures on the back of their necks. The symptoms of the presence would eventually bring an absolute destruction of the mind that would cause them to hit the ground shivering from complete Schizophrenia thinking they had already been caught, the brain pretty much committing suicide, while the body would still function, but was nothing more than a vegetable. The Arch-Hounds would capitalize on this, knowing their main focus was armor.

The mechs were a different story. Yes, when within a fifteen yard radius, the mechs would begin to feel symptoms, but their symptoms would progress slower unless ranged upon. The more the armor was beat upon by the energy blasts around the upper body and head, the more susceptible the mech users would become to the telepathic presence’s effects on the mind. This was also the same effect cast by Deminaughts(Not Demiarchals) in battle.

Any symptoms cast by this effect were not temporary. These effects would linger in their lives if they could survive. Those with lighter symptoms could be treated, but the image of the Arch-Hound would imprint their minds, making them feel as though they were always there, somewhere. As Demigrem stated, these Arch-Hounds were the main mechanism needed to hold their position and make their main stand on the ground against the Isirians.

The Arch-Hound creatures that were there understood that they were outnumbered when they erupted from the ground. Their intentions now were to wreak havoc on the base, no matter how they had to do it. The Arch-Hound that combated Walker knew that this mech was it’s battle, and due to others Arch-Hounds battles, there was more to come. The Arch-Hound, knowing it was going to take more than it’s explosives on it’s hard shell to break it in a reasonable time, but if it could take out the mechs weaponry, it would become almost defenseless. The battle was just beginning, and both sides knew that it was a battle for their life.

The Arch-Hound being combated Walker and his squad would make it’s initial move towards the mech as it felt a tingling sensation from a more powerful round of ammunition. The railgun from the mech was more of an aggravation than anything, but it definitely grabbed the Arch-Hound’s attention. It would lunge sideways first, removing itself immediately from the railgun’s focus. The Arch-Hound kept it’s focus on the mech as it jabbed an extension through the back of a ground troop, hooking it and lifting it. The Arch-Hound kept on it’s movement, hopping forward as soon as it’s feet hit the ground from the previous leap. When the Arch-Hound pressed forward, the extension would launch the soldiers body at the mech, blocking Walker’s direct view of the Arch-Hound.

When the Arch-Hound slung the body, it would release a few rounds of explosive energy from the extensions, aiming for the weaponry system mounted on the mech’s shoulder and it’s upper torso to possibly stun it. In this attack, the Arch-Hound made another leap, passing by the mech to place itself behind Walker. With the capability to leap up 32’ in a single bound, it was quick movements.

Near completion of the Arch-Hound’s final leap behind Walker, it would position it’s extensions in front of it, blowing a crater in the ground from a large blast from all the extensions for it to leap into. The creature spiraled and drilled into the ground, hiding itself again beneath the ground. The Arch-Hound was good at hit and run techniques due to their natural instinct to fight as a pack. The Arch-Hound knew where and when to strike due to it’s Telepathic web. What the Arch-Hound had just encountered and avoided would become it’s main focus.

The Arch-Hound that encountered Walker would send a message to certain Arch-Hounds as soon as it hit the ground and disappeared. Whatever the message was, the Arch-Hounds were all tunneling, acting in the same ways as the Arch-Hound involved with Walker was; quick attacks on the upper torsos, weaponry, and tunneling. It seemed that the Arch-Hound fighting Walker would be the representation of the Arch-Hounds fighting the other mechs and forces.

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Demigrem Demiarch

Demigrem was beginning to press upwards to follow the energy blast, but in no time something had disrupted the blast. The green energy spewed out around the telekinetic force field losing it’s controlled shape, despite the energy’s attempts to plow through it, casting a green tint on everything before it finally disappeared. The flowering energy was a beautiful sight in it’s path around the telekinetic energy, but it was still a disappointing sight for Demigrem. That was, until he seen the Rubber Duck and smirked. He had a plan for this Rubber Duck as soon as he seen it.

And then there was a voice to strike at the mind of Demigrem. This voice would reach a mind, but it would not be the mind of Demigrem. The voice that would respond produced the same energy and mental patterns as Demigrem, but in truth, it was not the Demigrem that was sought after. There was a reason for these orbs, and at this point, the Orb would attempt to lead the voice astray by claiming to be Demigrem.

As to mislead the mind behind the voice more, when going for a mental connection, one would find the mental patterns and energies intertwined into those of Merek’s. It could also be found in the surrounding Demiarchals and Deminaughts. The Deminaughts would produce a stronger mental influence. To find the exact mind of Demigrem, Whisper was going to have to unravel a web of minds and traps just to even talk to Demigrem. Whisper’s voice would find more minds than just one, preventing any direct connection to Demigrem.

“Mortal…your fight is with yourself…Remove yourself from my mind and spare yourself the torments of my mind… Many have tried, none have survived…Heed my warning…” The orb responded, still near Demigrem.

All while, an omnipotent energy was taking presence over the conversation between the two. The energy would have no pinpoint, it was just there. Demigrem was indeed there, listening to the words of the woman, but keeping his mental presence disguised in the presence of all the minds surrounding him. He knew that so long as the orb was connected with the woman, he could keep the element of surprise and remain hidden. For now, Demigrem was going to let the Orb, Eye of the White Sun, and Merek handle the situation at hand with Whisper on the mental plane.

In the telekinetic plane, where Whisper was connecting with the Demiarch warriors and Demigrem was lurking, a white noise would begin to radiate. The noise would have no point of interest, it just was. Where this sound would interrupt communications with Whisper, leaving anything said on this plane in broken words as they bounced through the web, it was also a call to something, but for now there was no response.

As for Demigrem’s physical response, he would take much notice to the woman lurking through the minds, trying to find his. He knew he had to keep his mind separate from hers, so for now his mind hid among the shadows of the others. His gold body would glisten in green energy, hiding his energy signature within the mask of the Orb’s energy signature. Crimson lightning would begin to fluctuate around his body, sending an energy reading for Whisper to feel, as if challenging her capabilities on the physical part of this battle.

The energy was growing around Demigrem as he turned his body to face the direction of Whisper. He knew that he was giving off his energy signature. Demigrem would raise his glaive into the air with his right hand, the crimson lightning striking the tip of the blade. He would bring the glaive to the ground gently, tapping the ground with it's point. When the point contacted the ground, it would cause the ground to split under it’s power in the direction of Whisper.

Crimson lightning surged across the ground, following the eight inch deep path in the ground. When the crimson lightning reached the edge of the dome, it would move through the barrier, and rise from the base of the outside. When the lightning reached the other side, it would erupt in a mass strike of lightning. The lightning went from one solid strike across the ground to a mass strike striking from above Whisper. This lightning was not normal lightning, but a celestial lightning capable of swallowing Zeus's. Not only would she have to avoid the elementals, but the blasts of crimson lightning stretching across her area from Demigrem.

Demigrem was setting his field. Lava on the ground, fire in the air, lightning from above, and sulfur rain. It was such a joyful sight for him to see this battlefield unfold. It was so Hellish in it's style. Once Demigrem saw the terra-forming of the battlefields in the mental and physical planes, he knew this fight would go far different than the battles of space and ground. He had faith in Merek and the Orb, and he knew that they could stop this woman before she could complete her mission.

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Demiarch Military
Frontline
Blackrock

A valuable effort at it’s most, spewing lava and fire across the lands. The lava and flames very well would erupt around the Demiarchals, burning their cloth uniform. As for the Demiarchal’s body, it wasn’t phased by the spewing lava rolling over it’s body. In this turn of events, the Isirian forces would now have a naked military, garbed only by lava, after them.

The equipment, made of stone itself would plow through, sending waves of lava into the air over the soldiers. The riect pathway the soldiers took through the fields had been cleared by the BN – Extinction Barrel tanks, so the only remaining mines were outside of their path. The only thing that the lava and flames had done was force the Demiarch military to move faster.

Engines roared ahead of the soldiers, BN –Wolverine’s charging forward, blasting at the ground with their mounted nuclear rail guns. They were blowing as many mines as they could to allow for the rushing flood of soldiers behind them trying to outrun the lava. Not all would survive, but they were intent to bring as much destruction to that base as they could. Two and three-quarter miles would be covered in a matter of minutes now but what could make it out of the lava's grasp.

It would seem as though the ground forces of the Demiarch Empire was under assault and everyone was doing what they could to rush. The GT – Duck Hunters, due to their slow capabilities, would trudge as far as they could, releasing attack after attack in the direction of the base, aiming for the Cliffside facing them. The intent on their shots was to knock out bunkers, turrets, and just about anything they could, trying to pave a smoother route to the base for the soldiers and armor trying to outrun the lava and avoid mines. They would unleash everything they had till the GT - Duck Hunters disappeared in rising lava.

Their Hex-Shields kept up the pace, moving at a pace to cover the rather fast soldiers and tanks leading the way. The GT - Duck Hunters were left behind. Half of the BN - Wolverine's were ahead, clearing the way, risking their life every inch they moved away. It was all that could be done besides lying back and falling into the lava. Move as fast they could and do as much damage as they could to the defenses of the enemy, with hopes of seizing the Isirian base.

The heat of the lava was not the destruction of what soldiers it would grasp. Their disappearance would be due to the falling into the cracks and crevices. Some of these soldiers and BN tech weaponry, would fall through into the moon, into the lava pits and catacombs below, not dying, but rather in a huge dilemma that could cause them to spend their life in a pool of lava; whereas, others would be stuck, never actually die, but be forever paved into the land until someone or something ever finds them. Either way, they would rather be dead at this point.

Merek's reacted to the whipping of the flames that were once his fire elementals. The warriors eyes glazed over to a white briefly as words took physical form upon leaving his lips.

"Extinguit Ignem," The elementals dissipated every last one of them left field, the magic Merek put into creating them returned once more into his well filling it up with even more magical energy.

Merek now on a clear playing field lacking the elementals as a hindrance to himself and the other competent soldiers here. With the sword placed by the shield still Merek's voice roared from his throat to ear throttling quake as his next spell left his mouth. The 165 decibels put out by his voice were loud enough to disorient most that did not protect themselves from his magically infused voice.

"Third Gate of Solomon: Hammer of Asmodeus! Open!" The words were commanding as his sword and shield melted in a white light before returning into a two handed hammer much larger then the materials used to create it.

The head of the hammer smolder while the spike glowed a dull white as if straight from the forge. With the black and red hammer in hand which stood in contrast to the brilliant armor Merek wore. Merek stood ready now hammer in hand in a medium guard ready to deliver bone crushing blows to the woman. Now once more his voiced boomed out and another magi circle took place over the battlefield.

"Second Gate of Solomon: Battle Standard of Solomon!" The ethereal standard crashed from the magi circle ten feet from the psionic women as it penetrated the ground sending out a twenty five foot radius blast sphere. If Whisper wasn't fast enough she would be blow back by the blast giving Merek an opportunity to attack.

Surprised at the lack of opposition to his landing, the Councilman simply shrugged, shifting his posture to one more comfortable for what he intended. Setting his legs shoulder width apart, evenly space, hands sliding into the pockets of his jacket, curling around pistol grips there, Ryder bowed his head, closing his physical eyes.

And opened his mental ones fully. Instantly the scene around him slowed drastically, the simple act of shifting from physical limitation to the unadulterated speed of thought at his command granting him a perception of supersonic levels. As his mental awareness raced over the surface of Blackrock like a missile, he watched the spin and paths of shells fired, moving no more quickly than a casual walk, if he payed mind, he knew he could detect the individual muscle movements that led to actions to which his current perception seemed in ultra-slow motion. It was a feeling that elicited a tempting sense of godhood, yet it was that illusion he warded himself against.

He could see the ebb and flow of the battle as clearly as if he were standing physical amidst it all, and more. He could hear the surface thoughts of the Isirians, the telepathic projections of the enemy forces, could see the network of minds of that enemy as if it were telephone wires stretched between them. But more than any other, he could see Whisper like a star on the earth, brilliant with psionic energies far more potent than anything other than himself radiating waves as she channeled her own mental energies, dedicated to her task of eliminating the leader of this foreign force. His physical form let out a faint smile, as his attention turned elsewhere, and began to fracture.

Portions of his psyche split for the completion of tasks. The first to reach its goal fractured further, his mental presence becoming as hundreds of hands stretching out to the Isirian forces, reaching for their own minds. Upon reaching them, he would elect not to interfere, but to shield them, enveloping their psyche’s within his own to ward against the projected malevolent telepathic influences of the Arch Hounds, instead allowing their attacks to strike his own projected mind, and shatter against the adamantine force of his reinforced mental barriers. He took power from these attacks, feeding it into the psycho-active field he encompassed his physical form, bolstering it further as he continued to race at the speed of thought.

Another fraction of his mind delved for the base the invaders had erected, which they believed secure within their Hex Fields, but instead of targeting it itself, his mind delved into the earth, travelling below it. It stretched and strained, expanding outwards to encompass the soil and stone at the installation’s foundations, finding every grain, delving deeper, embracing every molecule, every atom. Unifying his hold on all of it, finding the weight of tens, of hundreds of thousands of tons of materials to be a weight as nothing, for his limitations were not physical. His will, his imagination alone set the limitations of his powers, and he grasped the earth he found within his mind’s hand firmly, settling his grip to brace for what he would follow with.

A final portion of his mind, however, fractured as the first had, and this, could it be perceived, shaped into the form of many thousand hands. And each and every one, clenched into a fist, bolstered by will to be as adamantium. As he reached this many pronged edge his his physic mind into the field, he tuned to the enemies on it, feeling their thoughts as guides. As targets. Mechs, Arch-Hounds, common soldiers, even aircraft. They gleamed as though colored to contrast that which surrounded them, marking them, painting them. And one he had found these marks…

He threw his many hands of thought, hammerblows of telekinetic power at hypersonic speeds, unbreakable, invisible fists of thought moving at 2000 meters per second, more force behind them than a tank moving hundreds of miles an hour, focused into areas no hlarge than a human fist. It would be tantamount to firing starship cannons at naked humans, thundering blows that could blast through fortified bunkers targeting individual troops and units more precisely than any sniper’s scope, focused on the heads of all he wished to strike. And he chose only the enemy, the forces of the Demigrem who had dared to invade. For the moment, only the leaders engaging Whisper were spared this assault from Dylan Ryder, though if they survived her onslaught, they would soon find Ryder’s attention turn to them...

The surface beneath the base would quake subtly, as his telekinetic grip on the earth it rested on found its solid hold, and he prepared to flex his might to remove it from the moon as would a man pull a tick from their flesh.

The orb's efforts to lead Whisper astray would prove ineffective as Whisper hadn't attempted to enter Demigrem's mind and had simply broadcasted a telepathic message. The difference would be akin to hailing a ship vs trying to break through their firewalls to download a virus. The ship receiving the message could jam all the signals in transit or a second ship could intercept it, but neither actions would have any effect on the ship that sent it since it was already sent. As such the orb wasn't connected to Whisper as no direct connection had been established, nor did she seem to be trying to engage Demigrem on such a playing field.

Regardless of anything Demigrem or the orb did, Whisper would have had no awareness of whether or not her words to Demigrem had been received, or by whom. As she wasn't attempting to forcefully enter Demigrem's mind, reading thoughts - his or the orbs - wasn't on the table either. So unless the orb has psychic powers to project a telepathic message of its own, then Whisper wouldn't hear its response.

Furthermore, Whisper did not employ any use of a telekinetic plane - nor was planar manipulation possible with the planck pack's planar stabilization field still in place. Whisper's telekinesis was a physical manifestation of psionic force within the physical plane to move objects and nothing more. The planar stabilization field would likely prevent the call from going out, but even if the white noise was successfully generated it would be in a plane that Whisper wasn't interacting with, and thus she would remain unaffected.

The result was that Whisper remained woefully unaware and largely unaffected by anything that had transpired from the time she projected her message, to the point of attack from Demigrem. The one thing that Whisper was keenly aware of was Demigrem's physical actions. With her telekinetic field still cast, every physical movement was tracked within her minds eye.

His flashy attacks gave far too much warning for Whisper to react to.

Meanwhile, a new presence had made itself known and the source of the building psionic force was unmistakable.

'I was starting to think that you would never get here,' Whisper teased Dylan lightly from afar. 'And you're a lousy dancer you know.'

The telepathic chiding was good natured enough, as she couldn't deny the effectiveness of Dylan's methods.

While Demigrem was raising his glaive Whisper moved swiftly to close the distance between her and Merek and her body began to dematerialize into the wispy form of an ethereal apparition. She flowed across the ground appearing as little more than a wraith, and she halved the distance between them as Demigren's glaive began to fall.

Merek's roar swept past her as she moved, but it had little effect on the apparition within its currently intangible form and she was mere feet away from Merek when Demigrem's glaive struck the ground and unleashed its lightning. Unless Demigrem had accounted for her speed, the lightning would strike where she had been standing previously. If he had accounted for her speed and directed the lightning to intercept her, then he would risk striking Merek due to their close proximity and Whisper’s insubstantial form.

Merek would be hard pressed to enter his medium guard stance in time as Whisper was all but on top of him when he dismissed his other weapons to make the transition to his hammer. Given the speeds she was moving and the number of actions he had taken while remaining stationary, by the time he summoned the hammer she would be inside of its reach and past the point where it could be be swung effectively.

Not to be shown up by her old mentor, the moment Whisper was upon Merek she singled in on a point between herself and him. The explosion of telekinetic force that erupted outward would have split a battleship down the middle had it been detonated within the interior of the ship. As the blast swept outwards in all directions, the boulders and rocks caught in its path simply exploded into fine dust and given her and Merek's close proximity he would have scant seconds to react to the sudden fluctuation of telekinetic force before it exploded at hypersonic speeds.

Furthermore, if Whisper’s blast somehow failed and Merek’s final action of summoning his battle standard wasn’t interrupted, he would now be at risk of being struck by his own blast sphere should he drop his battle standard within ten feet of her.

Either way, Whisper's ethereal form offered her a great deal of protection from physical harm; though, it did limit her capacity to inflict physical actions upon others as well.

Should her blast succeed in striking Merek and knock him backwards, Whisper would remain on his heels by launching herself forward in the wake of the blast while maintaining scarcely a single half-pace of distance between them

Meanwhile across the field of battle, thanks to Dylan's interference, the minds of the Isirian soldiers were protected from the Arch-Hounds and that left only their physical threats to contend with.

As the Arch-Hound attempted to jab an extension through the back of a ground troop, another of Walker's unit, Spartan, moved to intercept it. He was aptly named for his preference towards melee combat - in particular a spear/light-shield generator combination in favor of sword or railgun.

The appendage was deflected away from the ground-troop as it struck against Spartan's spear. The initial blow was with the flat of the blade to deflect the appendage, but the reverse sweep of the spear aimed to sever it with a single clean arc of the molecularly sharpened nanosteel blade.

Meanwhile Walker's shoulder mounted rocket system wasn't currently engaged, leaving it retracted and snuggly in place against his back and not a particularly easy target at the moment. Bits of metal sparked and blasted free of the mech suit from the explosive impacts, but the damage seemed superficial for the moment so long as he didn't remain under sustained fire indefinitely. Trusting in the armor of his suit to keep absorbing the explosive impacts for now he didn't let up with the peppering of rounds he was firing into the Arch-Hound from his railgun.

With his suit keeping his weapons locked onto the Arch-Hound, even its rapid dodging too and fro offered only momentary reprieves as it couldn't seem to shake Walker. While he was emptying his railgun into the hound, he began to power up the repulsor beam in his left hand for a more powerful blast.

The opportunity came as he twisted to fully face the Arch-Hound touching down from its leap towards his back. As the hound made a final leap towards its hole, it left itself in a vulnerable position momentarily. Airborne and victim to its own momentum, it would likely be unable to physically dodge the repulsor beam that was unloaded directly into its chest to intercept it mid leap. If the railguns had managed to illicit tingling sensations and aggravation, then the repulsor beam had the potential to cave in its chest under the destructive forces of the super-charged neutron particles guided by a central laser that fired compressed and ionized air to allow the neutrons to travel further through the atmosphere. The repulsor beam to the railgun might as well have been a wrecking ball to a paintgun.

Even if the hounds armored skin was capable of surviving the blast, it would likely be thrown backwards across the ground into a large boulder before it could land in the hole.

The other members of Walker's unit where converging on his position, but they kept fanned out in front of the hound rather than surrounding it where they would risk friendly fire. Alpha wolf and Spartan where to his left, while Crimson Tide and Bruiser took their place to his right. In contrast to Bruiser being the largest and somewhat clumsiest of the bunch, Crimson Tide's mech suit was the fastest within the unit and a pair of twin punching knives where fixed to the back of her mech's fists. For the time being though, she had her railgun in hand rather than attempting to get in close to engage the hound.

Back in space, a temporary ceasefire had spread through the fleets as the Deminaught's hail was received. While Whitkowski responded to the Deminaught, several of the Isirian carriers where launching shuttles and smaller ships to begin sending reinforcements to the ground now that the Demiarch fleet was in ruins.

"This is Isirian fleet Admiral, Whitkowski. We will accept your surrender under the conditions that you take your weapons offline immediately, and instruct your ground forces to lay down their arms and surrender. A convoy of ships to return to the surface is not authorized. Attempts to approach Blackrock will be met with hostile action. These terms are non-negotiable."

The remainder of the fleet would begin it's motion to leave. There wasn't much hesitation. The ship's path was a straight path. One ship in the mix disengaged it's Atomization Field, but the fields engine continued to rumble.

"We're disengaging out outer shell, we do not find our Atomization Field to be necessary. We are gone." A B.C.-H.C. messaged the Isirian ships.

Following the disengagement of the one ship, the remaining ships that possessed the field followed the action. In the control station of one of the B.C.-H.C.'s, the Core image made it's presence. As it's presence came about, the Demiarchal's lost full control of their fleet. Engines were supercharging, ready for a rapid escape as the Atomization Field engines were supercharging, adding an extreme boost in their speed.

In the blink of an eye, every ship that contained an Atomization Field released a bolt of energy that seemed to merge and struck towards the Isirian fleet. It's appearance was no more than one second. The moment the bolt of energy was gone, the Demiarch ships Engines released their power, pushing the limits of the Planck Field as they vanished into space. This function would push the ships to their limits, their engines would blow if the Nuclear Pump miscalculated one stroke. The moment they were beyond the Planck Field, a vortex would form and the ships would pass through it, cutting off their trail if any ships were to attempt to follow them.
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On the ground, things were not ceasing as easily as they had in space. Or so it would seem. The mighty ships that were leaving the space had ensured their escape. The mighty bolt of energy cast by the united energy of the Demiarch ships that was near instantaneous was mighty, casting a massive wave of purple light across the sky for a second.

The orb shot directly into the air, escaping into space. The orb would move faster than visual sight to the original placement of the D.S.A.. When the orb was there, it would vanish again, traveling the path left behind by the remainder of this D.S.A. fleet. The orbs physical size and ability to travel through energy as energy was it's great escape. There was no teleporting, just the passage of energy, through energy. There was slim chance that it would would even be noticed.

Demigrem looked upon the woman who was now his current problem. He would begin to move forward, his glaive vanishing in a bolt of purple lightning. As he moved forward, tissues began to climb around the armor he wore. This skin was forming an armor made of a demon like tissue and bone.

The feather on his wings began to blow into the wind, falling to dust in a matter of feet. The tissue on his wings began to blow away in the breeze cast from his rising energy in the form of dust. The bone like structure remaining would begin to fold into Demigrem's back, being replaced by six spikes. The spikes were black, three running down each side of the back. The top two was three feet in length. The middle two was two feet. The bottom two was one foot.

Demigrem's armor and helm was now beneath this new demonic tissue. His ram like horns had a spiral design and a metallic gold color. His skin had darkened to a very deep purple, almost black. He had grown at least another foot tall as he did wide. Three metallic gold spikes erupted from the upper side of his forearms, reaching six inches in length. On his shoulders, head, breast place, inner forearms, inside and outside of thighs, and his shins, were covered in a metallic gold plating like the spikes. His appearance was of a demonic Cooler.

Demigrem would let out a mighty roar that carried lightning on it's soundwaves. The roar was enough to cause the nearby rock formations to come crumbling to ground. This would destroy a lot of the base, Demiarchal's and all. What survived would just go crazy, rushing out towards anyone or anything that was near the base, going in all directions.

Demigrem would find himself nearing Merek, much closer to the battle now, his focus on the female Psionic. As he did, he would begin to surge in lightning, gathering mass amounts of power. A laugh would break through the roar of energy surging him. It's deep, evil tone filled the air, constantly repeating it's pattern like an echo.

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The extension would find the base of the spear that was throne. The broadside of the spear head would deflect the extension downwards, the tip of the blade on the other end of the spear would find the creatures skin, but not enough to damage it, just a scratch. With a quick retraction of the extension, the Arch-Hound was still in motion.

As the Arch-Hound made it's leap for the hole, a Repulsor blast found it's way to the Arch Hounds chest. The energy would knock the Arch-Hound off it's patch immediately. The energy blast was enough to knock the Arch-Hound back, but it still landed on it's feet ten feet back. The energy that collided with it's chest was carried through it's armor plating and released around it like Dragon Scale Armor. Too many of those blasts and the Arch-Hound would be done.

The Arch-Hound would slowly step backward, it's legs taking a wider stance. The Arch-Hound would lower it's upper torso as it's extensions began to fully extend, creating a dome around it's head. The energy surged rapidly and released as a solid blast that aimed a mere four feet in front of the Arch-Hound. The blast of energy and debris would give the Arch-Hound enough time to leap into the hole and tunnel under the ground.

The previous scratch had widened as the Arch-Hound made it's blast. It wouldn't get any worse, but the Arch-Hound knew that it had to avoid that weapon. The tunneling would give the Arch-Hound enough time to fully shake off the blast from the Repulsor. The Arch-Hounds were in trouble in all the others were in the same predicament. The only thing to do was fight, but the Arch-Hounds were much more limited to what they could do compared to their opponents.


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Still remaining on the moon was a group of three soldiers. They were hid somewhere and they had no useful tech due to the shutdown and destruction of their Blackrock system. The soldiers crushed their ear pieces and any other device that could be picked up by any type of sensor.

The soldiers had found a deep stretch of caves that passed under the surface. These caves stretched to pits of lava. The soldiers knew they couldn't do anything about the situation on the surface. In a unanimous decision, the squad decided to call these depths home for a short time. The soldiers would hide among the boulders and other cave related formations. They were on the watch, never sleeping, waiting until their time came.

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In the roads that the Demiarch Empire built, they had placed something in it's near indestructible compound that was rather deep in the ground for a road. The roads would begin to vibrate, slowly shaking everything around them down. The energy would grow for the next few minutes. If the tech that was placed in the roads was able to produce enough energy to fuel a city with what was laid in the Cerenium, what else could it be possible of?