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 itās 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 itās 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.
āAI, keep your cold code out of my shipsā¦ You offer one more chance for me to come through a portal you make and iām coming for you.ā The Core relayed to the AIās mind.
A Deminaught over a B.C. ā 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, āYou 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.ā
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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 Demiarchalās 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 itās mighty armor like skin, was ready for combat. Itās pain tolerance was high, just as itās 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 itās not the one theyāre 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 blazinā, 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 itās explosives on itās hard shell to break it, but it could damage itās weapons systems before itās 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 Isirianās 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 presenceās 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 itās battle, and due to others Arch-Hounds battles, there was more to come. The Arch-Hound, knowing it was going to take more than itās explosives on itās 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 itās 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-Houndās attention. It would lunge sideways first, removing itself immediately from the railgunās focus. The Arch-Hound kept itās 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 itās movement, hopping forward as soon as itās 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 Walkerās 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 mechās shoulder and itās 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 32ā in a single bound, it was quick movements.
Near completion of the Arch-Houndās final leap behind Walker, it would position itās 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 itās Telepathic web. What the Arch-Hound had just encountered and avoided would become itās 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 itās controlled shape, despite the energyās attempts to plow through it, casting a green tint on everything before it finally disappeared. The flowering energy was a beautiful sight in itās 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 Merekās. 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. Whisperās voice would find more minds than just one, preventing any direct connection to Demigrem.
āMortalā¦your fight is with yourselfā¦Remove yourself from my mind and spare yourself the torments of my mindā¦ Many have tried, none have survivedā¦Heed my warningā¦ā 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 Demigremās 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 Orbās 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 itās 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 itās 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 Demiarchalās body, it wasnāt phased by the spewing lava rolling over itās 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 ā 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 āWolverineās 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 ā 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.