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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Mr. Crow

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People's Story

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A terrible rumble echoed in the city. Thousands of voices struck the air. Harsh chanting drew a coarse resolve against the intermittent peace of streets. The conglomerate swarmed the Main Street, as a crusade of rats without a king. Abused, ridiculed, forgotten, lost, and now they rise up to punish all who stand against their reformation.

"CORE LAW FOR ALL, CORE LAW FOR ALL, CORE LAW FOR ALL!!!" They chanted.

"For too long have we suffered by such cruel hands! For too long we have been trampled by the greatness of these childish abominations called 'empires!'" A man's voice, which held the ferocity of a lion, announced itself through a megaphone. "WE SHALL NOT BOW TO THEM!!!" For all the air they could muster, he roared to the heights of his lungs. "The Terran Nation Government is no more! These politicians hide in their homes, and fly away in their ships! And, these counterfeits whom falsely commit themselves, ...these bystanders who did nothing but dine in their homes, as our planet was crushed time and again! They will hold no ground in our wake! They will not decide our worth! They will not mold our lives, as the former cowards have tried!" He inhaled a large breath, before deciding his lead at the head of the crowd. "BY OUR OWN WILL, WE SHALL PROSPER! CORE LAW FOR ALL!"

Countless heads appeared over the hill of Main Street. The sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers of Terra marched as one legion. Anger as their fuel, and weapons in hand meant for the degradation of anarchy. All over the city, they marched to the beat of their hearts. Sweat dripped down the pulsing foreheads of these exhausted denizens. Modified guns rang like hammers to steel, as their bullets flailed a light trail into the misty skies above. These walkers would trample all who defied their cause, for in their enraged eyes it was a just one.

The thunderous cries of these hunters would charter a course for unyielding ears, such as the present figures ahead.

"CORE LAW FOR ALL!"

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#, as written by Tiko
It was a single figure that rose to the call of the chanting to stand within its path. Had it been one of the local law enforcement groups to mobilize first, the marching mob might have met it with violence - such was the fury in their hearts - but this was a single woman who stood in their path. A single, seemingly unarmed woman who stood her ground before the oncoming wave. It gave the marching men pause enough to wonder what she was about and what her presence meant. Pause enough for her to speak.

There was a heavy weight to Rhea's eyes as she stood within the center of the street to meet the gazes of the growing masses that loomed before her. She had seen such things more times than she could recall. Men willing to burn and pillage and to turn on their own kind in the name of justice. It was as she had told Stryfe, human nature.

"And by your own will, do you claim to speak for all of Terra?" she shouted out for all to hear. "By your own will, shall you become the very tyrants you curse in the same breath?" she demanded.

The silvery moonlight at her back reflected off the gold locks of her hair and the ornaments of her red robes to cast her in a luminescent golden hue. Nobility, divinity, magicians magics, or just a trick of the light? It was difficult to define the woman that stood before them as she folded her hands into the sleeves of her robes.

"Will you march upon your own city with weapons and the same dark desires as those you claim to oppose? By your will, shall you spill the blood of your own brothers and sisters? These are not the words of heroes and saviors, they are the words of oppressors."

She stood strong in her place as she barred the route forward, but the tight press of her lips and the knowing look within her eyes betrayed her knowledge that her words would not stay what was to transpire this night. These men and women, they were driven by something that transcended logic, or morality. The militia, the police, probably the Invictus as well, they would all mobilize and there would be bloodshed when the mob met force with force. It would not be the blood of the Taiyou, or even the Aschen that was to be spilled within the streets tonight, it would be the blood of Terrans, by Terran hands.

The setting changes from main-street to Northern Main Street

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Character Portrait: Whisper (Jacquelyn Rose) Character Portrait: Sheila Nagala Character Portrait: Oliver Frye Character Portrait: Proxy Character Portrait: Mac Tírye Character Portrait: People
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The stray couples, whom traipsed about the roadside shops, had suddenly cringed in horror and awe of the blinding flares of light and ear ringing bedlam of explosions. Chaos screeched a foul melody in their minds, as the civilians froze to sink in the numbing fear, which chained down their very muscles. Handfuls of eyes acted as mirrors to reflect the azure lights of despair brought upon the people's peace.

The troll and Mac Tírye had faded into nothingness, just before the climactic turmoil unfolded. Jaimie's seething whispers were still lingering in the darkness, as his stumbling feet managed to abandon his presence elsewhere down an alleyway. Teddy, the clown, batted his lashes against the building tensions presented by the soldiers. Within the seconds the orders rang out, and the guns pointed in his direction, he had found a claim in his moral standing to leap for Whisper to tackle her down into the pavement; his frame had steeped low, and the weight of his body charged toward the woman's waist.

The denizens of Northern Main Street were awoken in their slumber. Above the street, several bodies peeked their heads out from the windows and balconies of their condos. Some had pried their sleepy eyes open to only see what might happen after the gunfire, while many others had captured a clear sight of the vibrant, and very familiar, blue sparks hounding from the weapons of Aschen soldiers. Nobody on the ground dared to surge toward the shockwave of an explosion and noise of gunshots; only the few handfuls of citizens stood by for a few good seconds, before each one sprinted away in various directions, lest they chose to stay put and revere the Disruptor pistol more than they already had.

Under the watch of one eye, or another, no ear was offered voice in this perplexed moment: Until, the random call of an old man echoed amidst the streets. "Someone call the cops! Tell'em it's the Aschen!"

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#, as written by Tiko
Whisper could hear Nagala's voice barking orders to her men and feel the movement of the soldiers falling into formation, but it was a distant haze as she furrowed her brow. She was disoriented by the brief lapse in time, but Nagala's voice took precedence over her confusion.

With Nagala's order to open fire, Whisper took swift evasive measures in the form of simply demateralizing out of the line of danger and towards the woman's voice. As Teddy felt the brief brush of cloth, Whisper seemed to slip from his grasp as her form became that of a whispy apparition that would provide no resistance to stay Teddy's momentum as he passed through her. Disruptor bolts streaked past, but with nothing tangible to strike she was well out of harms way.

As her form wavered and seemed to disperse into the air it would re-appear a moment later at Nagala's side. She kept her head turned to the side and offered no word of objection to the soldier's actions, nor excuse to Nagala as to her lapse of obedience in coming to Wing City.

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Nagala backed up as Whisper moved to her side. "Suppress them and let's get out of here." She said, and the men nodded, aiming and firing at the Clown, Disruptor bolts peppering the pavement and liquefying the stone with intense heat, a strike being clearly enough to splinter sinews, flesh and muscle alike into a spray of burned and charred flesh. All while the Admiral retreated into the hail of fire with Whisper in tow.

The screech of tires followed suit, and a single Lynx IFV Came to a stop within the city. "Inside." The Admiral ordered, shoving Whisper into the IFV, which had it's gunner training the rotary plasma cannon on the Clown, and sending a flurry of light downrange towards the being, as the Soldiers, armed with Disruptor II rifles fell back to the APC, and ultimately inside it.

The tires of the IFV Spun, and it began to make it's escape down the road.

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"Oh botha'," Ted lifted himself up hazily from the ground. He blinked in disbelief at the empty air, in which his arms cradled no body. "Tha's... bloody dirty..." He muttered, as he glanced up to spot Whisper next to the soldiers. His pupil met the blinding light of a blue bolt of energy, which dashed through the air. As pesticide to kill a bug, Ted's body smeared into bits over the surface of the pavement. The road presented the charred insides of his core, as a pan to hold a roast. Leftover chunks, such as a force rebounded limb or blistered organ, were dispersed into smaller shreds of the full flesh they once served.

Onlookers would vouch for the sight, which they established as utterly merciless. The people above had paid mind, certainly, to this vindictive motion of violence. The old flower man, which had the pleasure of viewing the whole scuffle from afar, had disappeared away from his cart indefinitely.

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#, as written by Tiko
It was until the IFV had made it down several streets and slowed to a more manageable speed as it traversed the city that Whisper finally deigned to speak.

"Please don't report this," she whispered quietly.

A bold request, but Nagala's threat to report this incident to Mollem had shaken the girl. Scarcely more than a hesitant thought was sparred for the man she knew could not have survived the onslaught of disruptor fire.

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Only the vanguard had the pleasure of capturing the image. Eyes of all hues and colors seemed doused by the florid aura, which encompassed the woman. In contrast, to the hopes of peace this being held, the horde drove on at a steady pace. The pavement under their feet grew warm with each vigorous stomp, and the air seemed heavy with every passed chorus of their righteous hymn: ‘Core Law For All.’ A few cardinal thousand pushed against the pleas of this woman.

A vengeful glare from the leading man had whipped ahead to cut down her accusations. There was a relentless scrutiny in his gaze, which portrayed only a sample of the animosity found in the countless bodies following behind. It was a wrath invoked upon by the illusions of liberty Terra’s past leaders had provided. He pressed his dry lips against the megaphone. “You may fight to stamp us out! Entire armies have tried! Whoever you are, wherever you’re from, let it be known… WE DID NOT DRAW FIRST BLOOD!” The callous tip of one index finger had struck the air, as he prosecuted the woman’s objections. One by one, like a plentiful harvest, the fists of his companions had sprout into the air, pumping back and forth, to show their victorious pride. Their hearts had not been swayed. It was only by this woman’s opposition did the people grow even more rapid with a desire to bring down a hammer of blame upon the ones they sought.

There were so many faces; all of them contorted and flushed with anger. An uncertain, yet vast amount of the crowd harbored grenades, guns, and gasoline on their person. They flowed down the Main Street, as a river, while hoarse throats roared like a wave. In this dire rebellion of a government, who would dare stand in the wake of the people?

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-A hidden voice shouted from so far away.-

“Do you see them, my child? Do you realize their ferocity, as I do? Can you understand their rage, and thus their ritual to bring order through chaos? This, little one, is what I see. I see them crush their morality, and send high their pride and dignity. The existence of mankind brings about the lust of vengeance, and the calculation of death. The Terran people have risen. A pandemonium of fear will spread throughout this city. The wealthy have grown poor in their struggle for survival, the leaders have fallen in their attempts to breed false hope, and the beautiful have drowned in the pits of their ugly souls. I have watched them every day. Though, let them be ignorant. Through immediate suffering they shall see what I see. The cosmic beings may not even offer a glance to this inglorious feat, but I will savor it. For all the ones who sit high on their pedestals, of whom shun these lives, I will entangle and web them together. Look around, child! The Core of the Phoenix burns bright on this night!”

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#, as written by Script
The sound of sirens pierced the air as the police responded. The riot had escalated to a degree where lives were at risk, and much as the WCPD were content to let people protest to their hearts' content, there came a point where it was too dangerous to ignore. There had already been a small police presence as the riot passed various patrols, but they had kept their distance, vastly outnumbered as they were by the crowd.

They arrived in vans, riot vehicles - armoured and armed - but when they began to step out and form up, their weapons remained holstered. They had no intention to be the catalyst for this turning into a bloodbath if they could avoid it. At their forefront walked a man in his early forties, broad-shouldered and with a face that had seen many years of service. Scars and hardened eyes both indicated a man who had lived through a lot. Captain Andrew Gillford glanced to either side as the WCPD response teams began to form up in the street, outnumbered more than two to one by the rioters, but stoic and determined.

Clad in body armour and bearing riot shields, they knew they were in for a tough ride. Mobs like this could seldom be quelled easily.

Raising a megaphone to his mouth. Andrew stepped forwards to address the crowd.

"Citizens of Wing City," he announced, "This is the WCPD. This march is endangering the lives of your fellow civilians. We are not here to oppress your right to peaceful protest, but to protect the city from the consequences of escalation. Your reckless discharge of weaponry can and will cause casualties. Should you wish to reorganise yourselves to march peacefully, you will be permitted to proceed with police escort. Should you continue to display violent inclinations, you will not be permitted to continue."

The men and women of the police department steeled themselves. Andrew lowered his megaphone and called out to Rhea, "I advise you to retreat behind the police line, ma'am. This may get ugly."

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#, as written by Saarai
Several NPA and Invictus APCs rolled down the street, stopping behind the police line to deposit their troops. Among the Invictus peacekeepers was a woman with dirty blonde hair, she donned black jumpsuit. with light armor. A French flag patched sewed into the left bicep of her uniform, she had to represent.

"I don't know about the NPA, but we're here to help keep the peace." The woman called out to the police officers, "We've brought a bunch of non-lethal weaponry and crowd dispersion devices." The Frenchwoman said, displaying nearly perfect English. Her accent was still very prominent, despite this.

"I am Jade Emile, by the way." Jade finally said, searching for who seemed to to be in charged.

The NPA Enforcers begin to fiddle with their own non-lethal weaponry, some others focusing on their deadlier weapons. It was clear the NPA Enforcers were ready for both kinds of incidents. One that would save lives, lock a few people up, and the one that would end with many of the rioters dead in the streets if they got too hostile.

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Character Portrait: The Invictus Character Portrait: Rhea Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Jade Emile Character Portrait: The National Police Agency Character Portrait: Rottenführer Heinrich Ritter Character Portrait: People
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The Cybran Recon squad carefully turned around the corner, the Panzer IVF5 turning the turret first then turned the whole vehicle around. The Tank commander was sat on top of the turret, watching behind the tank with an assault rifle, the SMD-87/44, loaded and ready to open fire, like it had been for the last few hours. The crew was tired and the squad on foot, even more. The group started to walk down main street before the gunner of the Tank looked down the scope, spotting the crowd and mass of Armoured Personnel Carriers and what seemed to be... Troops.

"Sir, wir haben eine Masse von Armoured Personal Carrier in der Straße ein Kopf von uns ... Bestellungen?"

"Richtig, laden Sie die Kanone und weiter nach unten bewegen, bereit sein, das Feuer mit Maschinengewehren bei Bedarf geöffnet werden. Over."

(Translation)

"Sir, we have a mass of Armoured personnel Carriers in the street a head of us... Orders?"

"Right, load the main gun and continue moving down, be ready to open fire with machine guns if needed. Over."

(End of Translation)

The squad quickly moved to cover, weapons raised as the Panzer IV moved down the street, the thick metal plates glimmering with the force field active. The Commander quickly climbed back into the tank and pulled down the hatch - standard procedure.

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Character Portrait: The Invictus Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Jack M. Hatchet Character Portrait: Wing City Police Character Portrait: Razeal She'olvaticus Character Portrait: Av'vinus Moritūrum Character Portrait: Jade Emile Character Portrait: The Jupiter Corporation Character Portrait: The National Police Agency Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: People
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“I see you… But, where did you come from?” Chromatic eyes magnified every mile of distorted chaos, which immediately unraveled, after their appearance. The aforementioned chaos was the instilled aspirations of another like-minded being. Perhaps, this was a night for death and despair; a fate surely taken into the hands of mortals, and out of gods’. Though, which hand manipulated these poor souls? More importantly, which would succeed the other?

He saw them, all of them: The roaring, undead creatures, which appeared miserable in every feat they achieved, and each one they failed to. His presence had remained away from the bouts of destruction; the burning aircraft, the dramatic screams, and the dead and dying bodies of victims. He did not disregard the heroics of certain individuals. Achievements, which were made by the winged demi-god, held a certain comedy about them. His spectacularly colored irises reflected the pit of another heroic massacre; that is, the ones of shade and ash. Why do the powerful assist the powerless? The reactions and interactions of good and evil had always attracted a pandemonium. Though, chaos has always remained a neutral thorn in the hide of both light and darkness.

“What was it the Americans once said? ‘Give me Liberty, or give me Death.’ What a horribly desperate quote.” Teeth so white were glistening in the shadows, as they had been revealed by a grin so wide. He stood in the darkness, and watched from a distance, which was unbeknownst to anything but his own conscious mind. “My proxies,” The electronic whispers of a silent order streamed through the waves of air, and perked the ears of many hidden bodies within, and out, of the steadfast mob. “Have the first lines of the crowd disperse. Be prepared for the first wave that comes your way. Hopefully, you all have your markers on, unless you don’t care to be shot.” Only a light pause was to pass between the addressed orders and the secured line, before the unknown numbers had readied themselves mentally for the city-wide battle.

“Tell our friends what lies at their backs. As, I’m sure their cards are already being dealt out, let them know what it means to be low on chips.”

Seconds passed, as the independent horde took valid strides down the Main Street, and toward the line of authorities. They spread to either side of the street to endow the vanguard with more force. He, the voice of the crowd, could smell the uneasy fear mounting the officers and soldiers alike. “WE ARE THE CORE! This is Wing City! It will forever, and always, remain our home! Stand fast, if you can!” His voice spouted through the speaker of the mega-phone, as it pierced ahead at the gun line.

An effort to protect this city from the fallacies of control had amounted to an ironic hope for the ones losing control. The ‘Thousands Core’ would not stop its march. The people maintained a varied armament of weaponry and explosives. A single question rose as a flag in the minds of the once defending soldiers, and careful officers. It was a choice of whether to turn and let this army of citizens charge the corruption of the undead, or to hold their line and risk a death, which would be deemed as a crime.

“CORE, CORE, CORE!!” Their voices pounded the air as a rampant beast. The call was enriched with an impressive pride, as it craved a sacred mate: The wreak of havoc. It would reach from northern Main Street, several miles down to the southern Main, which held the screams of several innocents. They demanded their adversaries to stand aside.

“God-speed to the fools,” A chuckle preceded the unrewarded appearance of a suited man, who stood atop the roof of a building, and remained entertained. His feet came to the edge, as if to bait his will with a gush of invigoration. It was not time to enjoy this folly, not yet.

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As the cyborgs piled upon a seemingly doomed Maria, a dark shadow would suddenly fall upon the sprawling hordes. Paragon slammed into the street like a bolt of lightning from the sky, a shockwave of wind and asphalt throwing many of the nearby robots flying into street lamps and public benches. The mysterious warrior advanced on the mindless metal zombies with impressive speed, weaving through the beasts in a blur of black and white. As he finally approached the merciless dog-pile, he thrashed out with a series of violent punches, arcs of high-decibel sound shooting out of his knuckles with every blow and slamming into the wretching beasts, forcing them off Maria by the dozens. He would attempt to reach the woman as quickly as possible, fighting through the monsters as efficiently as he could.

In the distance, he vaguely heard a strange chant rising from the chaos. "Core... core..." Curious. No time to dwell on it now, though. Lives needed saving.

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Character Portrait: The Invictus Character Portrait: Maria Raghild Character Portrait: Wing City Police Character Portrait: Will Jackson Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: The National Police Agency Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: People
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#, as written by Zarhara
The rumble of Armored vehicles could be heard down mainstreet. Ben Rudder sat in a command vehicle. Ahead of him 6 massive rail gun tanks made their way toward the street. The all stopped short of the defensive line. Ben Surveyed the destruction but also the mass of enemies approaching. Magical attacks could be seen but they only did so much. "Tanks switch to shell mode. Fire mine distribution rounds." He ordered, a few moment's later they tanks signaled the ammo was loaded. "Fire." He said as the tanks each let loose a shell. The rocket assisted shells sped down the street each releasing a large cluster or remote detonated mines at separate locations on the street.

Above F-35 Lightnings flew overhead, each passed over using their 25mm gatlin guns, some dropped precision bombs while other launched shortrage storm shadow cruise missiles sweeping the street north of the barrier. Six armored personnel carriers released additional commando support who began to file in toward The forward lines.
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Will Jackson's force had began a steady retreat back to the main defensive line they hopped from building to building clearing them as they went along top to bottom. They would climb then jump the roof and start over again. He had heard they used this tatic in Iraq back on earth and it seemed to be working here. Will was in a struggle with a cyborg it clawed at him and he brought his combat knife up to slice through it's neck. "These damn things wont go down!" He shouted as he grabbed his side arm and pumped 6 rounds into it before it finally lay still. "Let's move something tells me these things aren't done yet." He said as they made their way down to an alley. They were only a block away now maybe 10 houses left if they skipped them they could make it to the line in five minutes. "Forget the houses let's get back to the main line!" He shouted they had already lost half their force only 15 not counting Will if they searched the buildings they would surly sustain heavier losses. "Were gonig to have to run it or risk ambush!"
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Ben could see Will as he and his forces ran but suddenly a swarm of cyborgs exited the unsearched buildings. Ben and 10 others jumped the baricade weapons firing as other weapon systems could be heard. They began to cover Will's retreat. 3 more were taken by the undead cyborgs. "Fall Back!" Ben shouted as Will and his men reached them they began to climb the barricade. The building to the left of the suddenly opened up as M2 Browning barrels appeared in the windows and opened fire. Ben looked around. "Could I speak to the officer in charge here?" He shouted. This was still a Terran operation and he wanted to see what support they could use and what he could do to help.

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#, as written by Saarai
Jade and her people stood aside for the rioters, if they wanted to get themselves killed they could. Jade wasn't there to keep from committing suicide, but to put them down if they needed to be put down. That's what you did with vicious dogs, take them to the woods and put a bullet in their heads.

The WCPD and NPA Enforcers on the street hesitated a little when it came to stepping aside, but they eventually did. They didn't have much faith in untrained civilians trying to face the cyborg zombie horde, but if they died the riot problem would be done with and they might even clear out a good number of the cyborgs.

"You all know this is crazy, right?" A police officer asked, "And stupid." Jade added, "We advise you against trying to fight those things." The cop continued, "It's suicide."

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Character Portrait: The Invictus Character Portrait: Marine Infantry Corps Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Maria Raghild Character Portrait: Jayden Ryder Character Portrait: Will Jackson Character Portrait: Ben Rudder Character Portrait: Dave Allen Character Portrait: The Jupiter Corporation Character Portrait: The National Police Agency Character Portrait: Lennox Carver Character Portrait: Paragon Character Portrait: Arya Sloane Character Portrait: People Character Portrait: Shiro Ki Savage
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"Air's getting awful crowded up here," Jayden muttered as several jets soared in front of him, littering fire down into places that he would never have considered pulling the trigger on for the risk. He patched himself into the radio, "I'm coming down! Getting too difficult to get a clear shot with my big guns on anything from up here without risking friendly fire."

Swerving around, Jayden guided the fighter ship through the city and away, setting down a safe distance away from the fighting in the street and climbing out. He took a moment to peer around the area, determining that the zomborgs were nowhere near reaching the place yet. "So help me, if any of those motherfuckers so much as scratch your paintwork..." he muttered to the Eclipse, locking it down and setting up a proximity alarm.

Hefting a plasma rifle, Jayden set off on foot to join the barricade, "If anyone's got a spare helicopter I could call driver's seat on, that'd be totally awesome," he half-joked into the headset.

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Character Portrait: Vegeshin Kanahashi Character Portrait: WCPD Agents Character Portrait: Jack M. Hatchet Character Portrait: Jayden Ryder Character Portrait: Razeal She'olvaticus Character Portrait: Av'vinus Moritūrum Character Portrait: The National Police Agency Character Portrait: People Character Portrait: Dante Romero
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"Av'vinus. What are we to do about the incoming flood of pedestrians? They seem to be rather..." He paused, searching for the appropriate word to use. Ignorant? Foolish? "Brash. We were suppose to arrive here to save innocents, not watch them march to their demise." He finished, adjusting his gaze on more inbound creatures. The fools were willing to throw their lives away without cause. It was irritating.

"Did you not hear what they announced? This is their city. They will not be silenced, and they will not be overtaken. If they choose to expend their lives, let them. Be it foolery, or knavery, I won't stand in their way. My concern remains solely on those within the confines of these buildings. Let not a single creature penetrate our defenses, Razeal." Av'vinus commanded, narrowing his brows. As the flood of rioting figures made their way past the two, they shortened the distance to the doors behind them. They were, still, just two; inhuman capabilities or not, there was only so much they could do. For now, it was this sole building they would protect.

As expected, though, it wasn't long until the rioting people began to contend with the mass of creatures ravaging the city. And it was an even shorter time frame until piercing screams reverberated throughout the air. It sickened the both of them, but there wasn't a single thing they could do. What had then dawned on Av'vinus was rather troubling as well. With innocents amongst the enemy, what were those in the buildings and air to do now? The threat was now nigh untouchable. Risk killing the innocents, or let things continue on as it were, allowing their numbers to grow. Each human overtook was born enemy.

"Hold fast, Razeal, I do believe I may have made a minor misjudgment."

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The city had become a cluster of chaos and discord. It had become a breeding ground for a pestilence far worse than any other save creeping death. Of course, they were much alike in some aspects. The horror was that what perished did not remain lifeless. The skies had become blatantly crowded with a multitude of flying machines, making it a rather tedious task to maneuver. Various locations called for his attention, but it appeared that the most critical area's were in vast want of help.

Nearing what one could consider, the war zone, the Militia member took descent as he heard a voice come across the comm set conveniently placed in his ear. Setting foot on the ground, he hastily strode up to join Jayden Ryder in his stalking stride toward the calamity. "I'm afraid I don't have one of those on hand, but I can offer you a lift if you need." He offered with a grin. He wasn't quite familiar with every member of the Militia and therefore this male before him didn't strike any familiarity in him at all. Call it straight coincidence. "You sound as if you've seen firsthand more of this disaster than I. The city appears to have gone up in flames, so to speak." He mumbled, taking heed to keep somewhat silent.

It appeared that where they were currently located, there was little threat, for the most part. Most of the threat was essentially behind a line which was gradually inching back and losing its hold. There wasn't much that could be done for the insurmountable numbers, and what made things worse was an incalculable surge of hot spots that continued to spring up without notice. At any moment, they could be very well caught betwixt a rock and a hard place, if not careful.

"I assume you're headed to join the line..." He mentioned, before a single motion caught him from the corner of his eye. Jumping to attention, he realized it had only been an innocent bystander hastily trying to seek refuge. All appeared calm, aside from the eerie realization this area had become rather, pardon the term, dead. Abandoned, and empty, it was a bleak and definitive sign of how catastrophic this scenario had become.

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"Why would you let them commit such a foolish act of knavery! Look at where it's gotten us!" Razeal suddenly bellowed out, unleashing the shade before him. Spreading out like a thin cloth of translucent satin, various pin pricks began to appear upon its surface before launching out as countless spear points. The legion of walking monstrosities that lumbered toward them were instantly pierced through their skulls bringing them to drop to their knee's in defeat. The rioters, though brave, if not ridiculously ignorant, had obviously begun to experience casualties. That wasn't to say they hadn't been the least bit successful, but for every Zomborg slain, another Zombie would rise to take its place.

"It is not my place to decide their fate, Razeal. I'm merely here to assist the innocent. If they wish to use their free will, they are free to do so. Just as it were, if those inside this building forsake my saving grace, they too shall have the choice." His words sharp, but truthful, cut the thick cacophony that filled the atmosphere. As more inbound creatures threatened the building, Pandemonium was quickly brought to the side in a vicious arc, its figure molding and twisting into a gargantuan scythe. Many of the undead horde were swiftly cut down in their wake, but unflinching as their upper torso's continued to crawl forth seeking sustenance. Only with the added efforts of Razeal, and his harbinger of discord, Sin, were they put to rest permanently.

"Av'vinus, we must discover some alternate method. We must either completely do away with their physical forms, or effectively debilitate their craniums. Have you not noticed how the humans use their explosion sticks to pierce their skulls?"

"Again, I believe they are called fire arms, or guns, Razeal. And yes. I am aware. I was simply testing a theory. I must admit, although I have heard of tales of such an episode, I have not yet come face to face with the true act of such a thing. I'm surprised you, yourself, know how to properly handle this situation."

"Simple. I pay attention, my Lord. It seems to be working for them well enough. Mortals, at times, are innovative beings."

"As I have witnessed."

As a thick horde again began to set in, the two of them motioned until they had come back to back. With both sets of eyes fixated on the incoming wall, their penetrating gaze did the rest of the work. Av'vinus' gaze alone could only dispel so many, but with the combined efforts of both, a massive gaping dent was put in the incoming forces as a shock wave felt throughout the many blocks radius could be felt. A lingering mist of violet and green permeated the area, the shimmering particles falling to the earth, as a gargantuan fissure in the Zomborgs was opened for a few blocks. The numbers had been thinned, though it were shameful the two had not chosen to decipher as to who was friend and who was foe in regards to the rioters. They had joined the masses, and in their eyes, they had sealed their fates. They were waiting enemies in foresight.

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"Again, I shall offer you a lift to the scene if you wish, simply inquire. For now, I'll act as a spotter. I can offer more assistance from above rather than here on the ground." Vegeshin suddenly remarked. Taking to a low hover, his figure gradually made its way into the air a few stories before leveling out. Indeed, the immediate vicinity was barren and devoid of any signs of life, for the most part. Random civilians misplaced and terrified could be seen, but there was little he could do for them at the moment. They were about as safe as they could be, for now. Up ahead, though, he could pick out signs of minor scuffles and in the near distance, he could see the chaos amassing and growing. As the buildings grew larger, so did the threat in that general area. Forces could be seen in bound on what could be considered the main battle field, and they were but a handful of blocks away from the immediate action.

"So far, up ahead remains rather clear. I spot inbound tanks and squads, many of them taking care of loose threads that have managed their way through. Upon the horizon, I see the main scene. It appears rather hectic, and disorganized, for the most part. It appears as if friendly flying vessels are not quite discriminating betwixt friend and foe. Saddening to see."

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"Yeah, that's why I landed, getting hard to aim down there with the chaos without risking friendly fire. A shame, 'cause I'd sure as hell be more useful still in the air than down here, I'm a pilot, after all." Jayden raised an eyebrow towards Vegeshin, recognising the man as a member of the militia from the files he'd pulled to glance over when he first joined. He remembered staring blankly at the words 'saiyan' and 'youkai' and then having to google both of them. The guy had sounded like someone you definitely wanted on your team. Dang superpowered superbeings and their super...ness. Showing a guy up.

The young pilot flashed an idle grin, "Under any other circumstances I'd ask a guy to buy me dinner before swooping me off my feet, but for the zombie apocalypse I suppose I can make an exception," he joked, "My name's Jayden, by the way, Jayden Ryder. You're ... Vegeshin, right?" Jayden pointed to the militia badge on his jacket, "Surprised we haven't met before now."

He lifted his hand in a casual salute, "Ready when you are, superman."

There was an explosion, then, in the opposite direction down the street. "Hold up, what was that? Sounds like there's fighting going on at the other end. Some of the fuckers must've slipped through. I'm thinking the guys that way are gonna need a hand, if you're willing to detour from the main party."

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As Paragon drew near to his target, what rose up out of the mass of cyborgs was more beast than woman. A hulking monstrocity towered over him with its wolfish eyes gleaming amber in the moonlight. The werebeast was muscled and toned, and its russet fur thick with blood and other fluids; some if it the beasts, and some of it from the cyborgs that surrounded it.

Bodies were flung free to smash haphazardly against nearby walls before the werebeast rose to its full height of eight feet. Rend and torn limb from limb, the cyborgs fell with a fervor to match Paragons own, and as the pairs matched ferocity cleared the way, the werebeast eyes locked onto Paragon and it took a menacing step towards him. Inhaling deeply the beast let out a bone rattling roar as thick gobs of heated saliva dripped from its maw to spatter upon the pavement.

Coiling its muscles the beast lept into motion and swung a backhanded blow to knock Paragon clear of its path as it threw itself free of the alleyway and into the open street. The sounds of jets overhead and the explosion of cluster bombs went off up and down the street, but the werebeast was unwavering in its ferocity.

The snap if its jaws and the rend of its claws felled the cyborgs by the dozens, but even its ferocity could do little to stem the sheer quantity of numbers that filled the streets.

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High above the city, a brief distortion flickered in the air, and suddenly gases were forcibly pushed aside, culminating into a deafening crack.

There was a flash of light above the streets, and the buildings until the imposing form of a Reverence I flickered into view. Subsequently following, a transmission to Terran and Invictus forces in the area.

"Attention, this is the Reverence I Planetary Assault Carrier 'Nascent Echo' We're deploying medical supplies, and military personnel to evacuate civilians and deal with the Zombie outbreak. Secure all loose ends, the entire city's being lit up condition red." The Message then ended as the Reverence moved into position, the Commander, a veteran of several conflicts, Lionel Pendergast turned and brought up several red icons on a three-dimensional map of the city.

"Target those monsters for precision fire, deploy the FOB, and let's get some assets into the city." He said, manipulating the controls.

At the Intersection between Main Street and Sol Avenue, the Reverence finally came to a stop, her engines roaring over the zombie commotion.

"Light up all friendlies on the HUD." The Commander added, and the AI Hologram spoke. "FOB is ready for deployment."

Beneath the Reverence, there was another deafening crack, and it was as if a piece of the ship detached and slid down on a gravity beam. The Circular piece of hardware was a large prefabricated hardpoint, manned by eight Aschen gunners manning plasma cannons. Atop the platform were a pair of Myrmidon Urban variant, their strange pixelated camouflage making them hard for the eye to see.

"Let them rip!" An Aschen gunner shouted, before he loosed a flurry of plasma bolts into the shambling masses, Aschen soldiers firing in all directions as the two tanks rolled out, and down Main street.

"Hotel Bravo this is Myrmidon One, moving and engaging." There was a series of cracks as the Zomborgs were crushed under the treads of these massive tanks.

While the Prefabricated FOB held it's own, the Reverence continued to beam down reinforcements down the gravity beam, Soldiers to fight for the streets in all directions, while bodies began to build up.

The streets became thick with the smell of ozone, Aschen energy weapons discharge echoing in the distance.

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As the Reverence appeared man of the Joes looked upon the giant space craft with a look of distrust. Ben had been waiting for the NPA response when he place a hand to his ear comm and just nodded. He tossed the radio back to the NPA officer and then opened up a comm to the Joes. "All Joe mount up we are with drawing, air support is inbound to cover our convoy." He said as the 80 or so commando's loaded supplies wounded and then finally themselves back onto the transports they had arrived on. The Railgun tanks backed out of the fortifications laying down a few last shots at the Zombie masses before the convoy began to form up and crawl down the street heading toward the exit of the city.

A few helicopters landed and picked up excess commandos including Will. "Keep the side door open there isn't a reason I can't take a few last potshots on our way out." He said as he leveled his long range sniper and picked off a few more of those things. Soon the range was too great. The Joes were leaving behind them the city seemed to burn and the Dark form of ships loomed over. This bothered Will he had friends and family here around him a few civilians were also huddled in the chopper. He recognized Ben's sister Sarah and there were also two familiar men in armor. One was clutching a baby the other a strange dog. A few other choppers held civilians as well.

The Joes were leaving this fight, it wasn't because it was a loosing battle nor the friendly fire but due to a seething distrust of the Aschen. They had almost wiped out the Joes in the past and to them that was unforgivable. This action was for their survival, these precious civilians were the Joes last act of mercy for the day. If they returned it would not be for the good of Terran citizens but as an act of revenge.

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Reverence I Planetary Assault Carrier


Commander Pendergast watcehd the readouts, massive blobs of writhing red masses showed up on the holographic representation of Main street. He stroked his chin and began to manipulate the hologram. "AI Redirect our position to that intersection up ahead. Let's clear a path for our soldiers."

He then turned to the hologram, and then to the weapons officer. "Online forward energy projectors."

The Lieutenant nodded and turned to report.

"Forward Energy projectors online!"


The Commander nodded. "Re-position one nine seven carom one one eight."

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On the ground the Aschen soldiers continued to fight valiantly against the onslaught of the oncoming Zombie cyborgs. Most of the masses writhed in one coherent form.

"Cell out!" An Aschen soldier barked as he ejected a white hot micro-fusion cell from his disruptor rifle. Another soldier tossed him a fresh cell, which was subsequently locked and loaded into place, the Soldier returning to cover to lay waste to the oncoming masses.

Above, a deafening crack was heard, and the Reverence began to reposition itself, it's engines crying out.

The air was suddenly thick with the smell of ozone, the bottom forward portion of the ship opening up to reveal some kind of energy projector, which began to power up.


All the Aschen soldiers looked up. "Take Cover!" A Sergeant barked, and they ducked under their redoubts, as the Reverence above unleashed a deafening crack, and a lance of energy seared from the bottom of the craft, striking the ground and emitting a massive plume of plasma. The Energy pillar moved forward, vaporizing Zomborgs en-masse in a pillar of towering flame, this pillar of energy swept down the street several hundred meters, liquefying cars, zombies, and slightly damaging building facades, and windoes alike in a blinding light.

As quickly as it came, it was gone, leaving molten slag in it's wake, which quickly solidified into a shiny glass like material. The Pillar, and the subsequent liquefaction of the soil stopped just short of the Intersection, where a handful of Police were engaging Zombies.

With the street cleared, Aschen Soldiers called out to the Officer to make a run to their FOB, the street would still be hot, but safe to travel as it quickly cooled.

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General Williams looked up as the sky went alight and the streets were almost turned to molten slag. "Bloody Hell they could have vaporized all of us!" He shouted as he renewed his step. Williams continued to make his way toward the NPA Command post. Then he turned to Zeban Sky as they walked two SEC Marines tailed behind them. "Zeban I want you to lead the SEC attack immediately. Those Zombies still seem to be swarming even after that light show, but more importantly we need to have a show of our own weaponry.

Zeban merely nodded and with a flash of light he was gone teleporting back to the SEC lines. When he was there he was no longer in human form but his demonic form. Though the SEC mostly relies on technology it is also well know for recruiting members with special "abilities." He turned to the armored soldiers and spoke telepathically. We are to advance Activate the Mechs and send them forward the rest of you are to hold the line. his voice was dark as it resonated in the soldiers minds.

After the orders were given tech officers inside a mobile relay trucks began to send activation signals. Mechs began to power up and about 20 marched forward. The front rank sprayed flame as they marched down the still cooling street picking off a few zombies. Zeban Watched with an amused smile on his demonic face.

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A flash of brilliant golden light illuminated the street a short distance down the slagged street, and for a brief moment the air warped around a clear stretch of road. The flood of light faded after a moment to reveal a small group of figures standing in the previously empty space. The jump from the Temple was slightly disorienting for those inexperienced with teleportation, but having used it for many years, Elante barely hesitated before stepping forwards to survey the situation. He frowned at their somewhat vulnerable position and the state of the road, glad for his relatively thick boots.

"We should spread out and do what we can to help anyone that needs it, focus on protecting civilians and people in trouble rather than on taking the offensive," he said, casting a glance back over his shoulder at the rest of the group. "If anyone wants to join me, I'm going on to the business district to find Aeryn."

"It looks like a dragon flew through here," Shelby exclaimed. The scorched and melted street was still giving off heat. "What could have done this much damage?" All around them were the charred and littered bits of molten slag from what remained of the cyborgs unfortunate enough to be caught in the Reverence's attack.

"Maybe that?" Tahlia asked as she pointed up at the Reverence looming overhead.

"Void take me, we need to get off these streets if they're firing down here," Shelby replied. "What are they thinking bringing a Reverence down into here?!"

"It's the damned Aschen, what do you expect?" Dryden growled.

"Burn me if I expect anything but insanity from anyone this side of home," Talren muttered, "I'm convinced if most people in this bloody world had half their wits about them we'd barely have to lift a finger."

"Is that a mob moving towards us?" Tahlia gaped. "What in the hell is going on out here?" she asked.

Talren threw up a hand in defeat, "I told you! Everyone's bloody mad!"

The echo of core, core, core rang out over even the sounds of battle until you could feel it reverberting right to your bones. In one direction the cyborgs were re-gathering en masse to start their own march back down Main Street, and in front of the approaching mob from the other direction were soldiers and a line of mechs setting the place alight as they went. The cyborgs had been pushed back but a sea more awaited to retake their place if the position wasn't re-claimed swiftly.

"Light. We'll be in a meat grinder if we're caught out here when these groups hit," Shelby told the others. "Go on Elante, we can handle ourselves here. Anria, Cináed, Sahlie, Talren and Tahlia. Get to that blockade and find out who's in charge here and where they most need our assistance. Everyone else with me, we need to get clear of this area. Get to the outskirts of the combat zones and get as many people evacuated as possible before the fighting reaches them."

Elante nodded his head, "Good luck, watch each other's backs." he said, before in another flash of light, he was gone.

"You heard the woman!" Anria barked, voice booming heartily from beneath her helmet, "Move, and show any undead monstrosities that cross our path the business end of your blades!" The tall and broad-shouldered woman hefted her halberd and set off at a run.