Terra

The silence before the storm, such a calming feeling. So much so that it would become unnerving to those inexperianced. While both sides were making their final preperations for this fight, a dark figure sat alone amongst the Crimson Knights. This figure was a sight, not even the slightest bit of skin was shown from this man. His long black hair completely covered his face, as he stood up it became apperant that his dark figure came from his coat that covered his body. It was obvious by the state of his coat, it was tatered and torn in many places, that he had been in many battles. This man peered on at the army and his body shook with excitement.

"Hopefully this one'll be more interesting than the last"

Brandon spoke out to no one specificlly as he looked up to the sky. It would soon be time for the ground to be soaked with the blood of those who stood in his path.

OOC: Sure, I don't mind people joining the Trantor squad, and there are NPC evac ships around. Take a train, ride a bus, or find a transport out of here, its all up to you. Also Litmo, lol at Crysis. Also, I bumped into Caliban, why you both have P-90s is odd, the MP-5 is a much better weapon for short ranges. Ok, I think I have my Ground Factions ready for a possible cull, at most ,I have 3 main characters

"This is Genarii, you are free. The @ Numbers won't arrive here for quite a bit though, so you only have a few support guys around. Out!" The cold message shut down quickly, as Genarii looked around. "Battle droids... shaped like wom... Did someone mass Produce the SARAH class?" He shook his head as he escorted a train division to the edge of the city, the high speed maglev heading out to one of the evacuation spaceports. "I think they'll let us escort, but that does not buy us much time... how long until our Gundam forces arrive?" "Ten, twenty minuets tops. Their GN Drives will help give us cover!" The old man laughed, as he looked around. "I guess, I will see the Maker at last.."

"I say, if I see what I think I see, there are odd looking females out there. They seem to be made of machine armor of sorts. What is this world coming to?" The irony of a massive battle tank saying this did not wash over the support squads in the central city base, the men armed to the teeth with rifles, rockets, and other infantry weapons. "So, I assume we don't have air support..." Jacon laughed in the middle of this crowd, the man looking at the rest of the group. "I have the VF-2, we don't need anything more..." The young man's swagger was a coping mean, his watch glinging slightly in the fading sunlight. "Eh, I can summon her, just in case..." the mage thought, sitting down on the ground. He was a new Technomage, the skill of the Fighter Goddes Minamie upon his own soul.. "Why me, why the VF? " he wondered, looking at the red and white marking stamped n his shoulder.. I shouldn't mope around, that's for emos and idiot kids.."

He then went back, heading into a side alleyway to think. Instead, he bumped into a man with a pistol, but instead of running, he asked, "Hey man, I know you want out too, but lets not kill each other yet!" He placed his gloved hands in front of him, collecting magic just in case. He was not the tallest guy around, the young adult only 5'9 in height, but he did have a feel of someone much older than he was, his tanned skin showing a life lived mostly outdoors, in the sun of Terra's warmer parts.

"This is Commander Ikari of the Earth Cradle. Maghou Shojo squad, your orders are to Retreat back to the Cradle. Sorry for the ...waste products... the jamming prevented us from seeing that. Remember. you have Orders not to strike, the weather charts say high level winds and possible storm conditions. We want you down here SAFE, not in pieces!" The man's orders went through the airwaves, but the... indignity, of being slammed by 30 or so tons of 'diapers' and other medical 'wastes' shook Nanoha, the Hi Nu's over eat system clearing the mech of most garbage. If space culd have a smell, it would be horrid, "She thought" as Nanoha flew down into the atmosphere, while Subaru and Fate Followed, Tia still focused on her mission of watching her partner fly the machine. "Subau sama.." she managed to say, her eyes covered i a look of adoration for her friend.."

A nod came, as he heard. "Good." He turned slowly, before moving towards the exit. As he did, his suit changed colors, switching to Cloak mode as he put on the mask. "Here we go. Good luck to us all." As the mask came on, he saw his HUD come online. Then he nodded. "Ok. Creating uplink with Wing City 08th Trantor Ground Command. Uplink established." A nod came then, as he walked out, suddenly disappearing into the light, as if he'd vanished into thin air.

Inside the mask, "Trantor Ground Command, I am currently detached from the Trantor Defense Squad. Moving into the City to find and neutralize Commander Zephyr. Secondary objective is to link up with any other friendly forces in the area and provide support as necessary. Lieutenant Razgriz signing off." He knew that Command could track him by the uplink.

He moved into the City, looking around at the people, keeping in mind to watch the gauge commenting on how much time he had left before the cloak mode was disabled. "Lots of chaos here..." he muttered to himself, moving quickly and towards the major roads incoming and outgoing of the City, knowing that while not all of the opposing military forces would use this major road, it would be used by some. And this was where he was going to be.

It was time to go on the hunt and find Commander Zephyr. "Command, third objective is to recon and report." He'd recently thought of that as he could see in the far off distance, the opposing force. Since they could not see him this close yet, he switched to armor.

Then he switched to speed, running far faster now, his SCAR held slightly downwards and against his body to prevent the SCAR from being whipped out of his hands, moving rapidly towards the outer edges of the City. As he neared, he could see forces already outside of the city. "What's this?"

He paused, about 200 feet away from the circle of forces, seeing that they were facing the opposing one. Clearly, they were the friendlies he'd just spoken of, "Command, there is what appears to be a large army of friendlies. Providing support."

Then he realized as he looked closer, that the reason why they weren't looking behind them was because of the blasted Shield he could see. He realized that it was shimmering, at least to him. Then as he grew aware, that there was far more Channellers outside the City. "Eh, might as well do it this way."

So, he drew in Saidin, the sweet power of the True Source. As he did, he fought with Saidin, feeling like as if cliffs were rumbling down upon him, as if trying to scour him away from the face of the earth. Moments later, he was able to hold Saidin, and thus, able to do what he wanted.

Before he wove, he looked around, allowing his mask to zoom in on the forces surrounding the Shield. It took him a few moments before he found what he thought to be the Kelante force's commanding center. With that destination in mind...

In seconds, a silver vertical bar appeared 4 feet away in front of him, instantly widening and turning horizontal, into a door for him to step through. He did so, stepping through, and onto a large black and white disc. He didn't have to look, knowing that behind him the Gate was already closing. Moments later, another opened and appearing on the other side of the Shield, now besides the Kelante forces, or rather, what appeared to be the head of the Kelante forces. He did not enable cloak mode, calling out to the others, "Friendly. I am here to provide support."

To prove this, he released Saidin but not til he stepped through the Gate and stood on firm ground and held out his weapons, indicating that if they so chose, they could take it from him and interrogate him.

OOC: Eh, Using weapons with multi Terratonbs of power? Well then, I;ll have to compensate with the power of simple logic Edit, left some crap around, deleted.



"Look sir, Drones, Hundreds of them have been scanned, and some sort of starfighter group has just dropped out of hyperspace! They have at least... 6 units, and custom mecha!" Tranius simply sighed, as he looked at his own tactical command viewer. "All units with bits, Missile swarming pods, Striker Packs, and three supers, intercept the drones. Starfuries, and vipers, weapons are free, take down those starfighters, and someone get me the status of the Granzon. I need to know how long do I have to deal with these Culture weapons..." Tranius thought to himself on the energy levels of the massive cannons. "They are small universes, so its a zero point effect, but, if we go transwarp..." He then gave the order to activate the Warp subsystems, the massive ship releasing the las of its reinforcements, 10 massive Mobile armors, and two unusually large sized starfighters, before it started to fade in and out of existence, its fluxating drive engines giving it the appearance of a glittering star.

The Starfury is a marvel of space technology, the uniquely designed purely space fighter capable of tracking targets in three hundred and sixty degree due to its AMBAC system. It enables it to have every direction around the fighter's weapons as a possible attack vector. The older Mk 4 and MK 8 vipers were standard single engine starfighters, equipped with a non networked computer system to prevent jamming and hacking attempts. With their Psyker Protectors, they are resistant to mind and spiritual based weapons.

The Newtype mechs were quite varied, most of them various prototype Genphest and Huckiben forces. Their anti drone weapons, mentally and laser controlled bits, fin funnels, and oversized remote weapons such as saws, energy projectors were a fairly ragtag team for the ships first wave. In squadrons nearby, variable fighters, armed to the teeth with extra missile pods, range extending Striker Packs, and already transformed Destroids scattered, each group of three or so mechs taking aim at a drone. Missiles streamed through the very darkness of space, their seekers homing in on the drones massive presences. It seemed a scene almost from the latest science fiction movie.

"All wings report in.." "Red group Ten standing By, ""Variable Group, Ready," "Team Getter Ready to kick ass!" "Richards Division, Our blades are ready" "Gundam Team, Waiting for orders," "Lock all transformations in attack positions,! and stay sharp. Groups One through 3, you are with me, we are going to break out and attack their fighters, the rest of you stay here and guard the fleet!. Command out!" The chatter of the fighter groups was quick, mostly seech before the groups went on their attack runs, the Mobile suits and Fighters heading into combat at last, ?Beam Sabers, Shields, and rifles fired, as 101mm guns from the starfuries rained down on the the other fighters, the space becoming a wicked game of cat and mouse. The Variable Fighters did not help, their missile swarms heading towards the other mechs like a wandering cloud in the wind.The heavier mechs waited around the ships, their job covering for gaps between AA firing bursts.

"Captain, the fleet is gone, and it seems like the Dark Zone is on sensors.." "Damnit, so this what Ryand meant on the power of the Dark Zone," Tranus muttered, as he looked around , the massive battle ship not scanning anything. About an hour later, the ships re appeared, directly on their port side. "BROADSIDES, BROADSIDES, NO MERCY!" Tranius shouted, the order to fire, as he continued, "Then, Rotate around our longitudinal axis, and give them another broadside. Group 4, break off, and attack them from the lower Z axis, Group 4, Break off, and give us forward cover. Break off the the Sphere, switch to squad and zone formation. Each ship gets a group, I repeat, each ship gets a group."

It appeared that the massive battleships were forming attack subgroups, each ship firing volleys from their forward and ventral axises as they rotated and turned in space, like an orchestra of the gods. It was beautiful, as fighters, drones and unlucky fighter pilots were caught in the beams, but their power on the enemy ships were yet to be determined.

Hayate-sama! We have to launch, and the Granzon's ready!" The small chibi woman floated around her Master, her bright blue eyes filled with happiness. "So, we get to launch, now?" Hayate thought, the Granzon slightly moving as technications ran away from its launch pad. "Set up... Tome of Darkness!" As she chanted the simple transformation spell, she was covered in a black wrapper, the magic forming into a black, skin tight flight suit. She walked into the cockpit of the Granzon mecha, its dark blue color masking its sheer power. As Reinforce, the chibi sized Avatar of the Tome of Darkness took her place in the upper cockpit, Hayate smiled. "Cockpit seal. Black Hole Drive, Gravity Matrix Online.. Magi-Tech engine.." LAUNCH!" She shouted, the Granzon flying away from the massive MAC Cannon station. She then placed out the mech's hands, the black Hole matrix locking onto the swarms of drones. "I'm locking onto the targets, Hayate Sama" Reinforce brightly said, her console appearing to be a matrix of lock on reticules. "Fire!" Hayate said, Reinforce triggering a wave of red lances from the upper arms of the Granzon. Piloted mechs could aviod this assault with deft flying, but slowesr, less agile machines would be hit by the beams that seemed to have minds of their own.

Before he could make it into hiding, Caliban was approached by two men. One followed behind him through the alley, a submachine gun in his hand. Instinct kicked in and Caliban leveled his weapon’s sites with Zephyr’s chest.

The man said, “"This is commander Zephyr, of the Crimson Knights. Please place down your weapon and proceed to an evacuation area. I don't wish to harm anybody. You just must believe me that it is for the good of yourself. Please, this area is soon to be engulfed in war."

“Zephyr?” Caliban said, “You’re the one from the announcement. You said those of us with firearms would be shot on sight. Why should I trust you? Why is this city being evacuated, anyway?”

There the two stood, staring down the barrel of the other’s gun. A standard cartridge was chambered in Caliban’s custom handgun, but even its standard packed a sufficient punch. Another man approached him from the flank and set a hand against his chest.

“Hey man, I know you want out too, but let’s not kill each other yet!” He said.

“And who are you?” Caliban spat out.

Before awaiting an answer, he let his left hand shoot forward as he released his grip on the briefcase he held. The leather briefcase, laden with paper stacks and stationary, was chucked at Zephyr’s body. Caliban hoped that this would be enough of a distraction to allow him a quick sidestep out of the man’s aim. Unburdened by the weight of his briefcase, Caliban decided now was his time to escape. He made a mad dash for the nearby street corner, the heavy rubber soles of his boots clapping against the pavement as he bounded around the corner. Just around the corner, he pressed his back against the rough brick of the wall behind him and gulped down a tired breath. He tightened the grip on his handgun and steadied his trembling finger on the trigger.

He shouted around the corner, “I am not going with either of you until you explain what the hell is going on here.”

(OOC: Continued from here. Read through it if you like. Ryand already knows what happened though.)

The so-called 'White Wraith', as it was officially known by the Aesir Empire, appeared without warning from a swirling mass of hazy blue energy. Its enormous humanoid form floated unnoticed and in total silence for some time, with intense eyes of crimson glaring menacingly towards the orbital battle that raged several kilometers away from his position.

Within the surprisingly sparse and roomy cockpit of the Experimental U-TIC Super-Robot, the crimson haired sleeper agent, Axel Almer, sat relaxed and at ease. His expression was slightly sour though, as if he had just eaten something that was spoiled. Clearly, this entire debacle was beginning to wear down his patience...not that he was known for having much of that to spare.

His panoramic monitors displayed all sorts of information for his perusal; from images of the current conflict, to detailed technical specifications of various Trantor machines. Of particular interest was the fact that they seemed to be employing a number of designs that were quite familiar to him. Apparently, this universe shared many similarities with his own. Though, there were obviously many key differences. The outward appearances of the units were actually where the vast majority of the similarities ended, which wasn't really all that surprising. After all, these people didn't have access to the Grand Inquisitor's resources.

His deep red eyes examined the screen directly ahead with no small amount of scrutiny. The monitor displayed the design specifications for U-TIC's Granzon (which was actually one of Killiak's personal units), and the Trantor version of the machine. As expected, while the two machines looked nearly identical on the outside...the inner workings were actually quite different.

Scoffing slightly, he turned his head to the right so as to observe the battle, which continued unabated.

Axel: "Tch. This isn't any of my damn business, but I suppose I ought to intervene...if only to keep up appearances." With a quick nod of his head, all of the screens displaying technical specs blipped out of existence, save for that of the Granzon, which was sort of minimized, and moved somewhat aside. All screens now displayed a fully panoramic view of his own surroundings. His face then contorted into a vaguely familiar sneer as he stood up, while his chair sunk down and vanished into the floor of the cockpit. "Heh, well then...let's see how you stack up to him."

To the common observer, Axel's Soulgain, while massive and fearsome as hell, appeared to be pretty much entirely unarmed. This was both true and false. Indeed, the Soulgain was not actually outfitted with any fixed armaments...however, that was simply because it had no need for such toys. The Soulgain itself was a colossal weapon. It was the epitome of a close-combat melee fighter, possessed of unreal power, seemingly endless endurance, and shocking speed and agility considering its decidedly large size.

Before he made the decision to come out for this little engagement, Axel had downloaded the database that had been retrieved from the defeated Trantor Forces at Veliore II. He had also retrieved the severed arm from the Mass-Produced Grungust that he had personally dismantled. Said arm was currently being grasped tightly in the right hand of the Soulgain.

{Theme of the Scene: "The Dark Knight"}

His cue to enter the fray was the emergence of the Trantor Granzon. A split-second prior to the launch of the Granzon, Axel fired Soulgain's thrusters, which immediately propelled the comparatively gigantic machine forward at speeds approaching Mach 2, which was hardly more than the tip of the iceberg for him.

Within seconds, Soulgain blazed a bright blue trail through the front lines, appearing quite suddenly from the rear ranks of the 9th fleet. The sheer speed at which the White Wraith moved was truly astounding, to the point that one might be led to believe that it was being piloted via remote, or by some manner of AI. After all...no normal person could handle that kind of stress, right?

Well, yeah, of course. It would be absurd to expect an average schmuck to be able to withstand the strain of moving around at such high speeds. Fortunately though, Axel was far from average. And the pilot of Trantor's Granzon was about to find out just how far removed the U-TIC agent was from the realm of normalcy.

He deftly avoided the stray attacks that haphazardly came his way. None of them were being intentionally aimed at him just yet anyways, so the effort expended in evading them was minimal. Once he arrived within attack range of the Trantor Granzon, Axel made his move. Soulgain's clenched fist glowed with fierce bright blue Ether power, which was immediately transferred to the severed Grungust arm. Still charging forward, Axel commanded his unit to hurl the arm with tremendous force. The glowing arm, seething with explosive Ether energy, soared through space at high speed, covering the relatively meager distance that separated the two machines within a very short time. It would collide with the Trantor Granzon and explode violently if left unchecked, and reaction time was key. If the pilot was unable to react within the span of two seconds, avoiding the blast unscathed would be a virtual impossibility. The blast itself would have a radius of roughly fifty meters in all directions, though it would only be truly lethal within the first ten to fifteen. At that distance, the energy would be intense enough to rip through pure Gundanium Alloy without much trouble.

As soon as he unleashed his rather unconventional (and likely unexpected) attack, the Soulgain came to an abrupt halt, and took up an offensive posture roughly eighty meters away from the Trantor Granzon's (last known) position. Perhaps somewhat strangely, the Soulgain's extended right hand continued to glow with bright blue Ether, which sort of resembled an eerie haze akin to that of mist rising off the surface of a lake on a clear moonlit night.

As Axel monitored the situation with keen eyes and honed senses, along with fine-tuned equipment specifically designed for said, he finally opened communications with his 'allies', the Crimson Knights.

Axel: "This is White Wraith. I've come on behalf of Commander Niels Boyd of Home Fleet. He sends his regards, along with a gift. Transmitting data now."

And with that, the full database that had been extracted from Trantor's weapon dealers over at Veliore II, was transferred to each and every member of the Crimson Knight's. Specs, plans, formations, locations...the works. All courtesy of that worthless little coward Boyd, who would surely use this as an excuse to further his own influence within the Empire. Unfortunately for him, rumor had it that The Admonishers were out for his blood, and that it was only a matter of time before Col. Aharonos cut that sniveling worm down.

Not that it mattered a single damn bit to Axel. His only concern at the moment was to alleviate some boredom. To him, this was like a mini-vacation of sorts. He'd have his fun, pay his tab, and be on his merry way once he's had his fill.

[THEME: “Kiss Me Sunlight”- Maiko Horisawa, Zone of the Enders Opening]

Wrapped in the veil of darkness, waiting silently in his own abyss as he sat patiently in the suspended chair. Atomsk thought. His body calm, muscles relaxed. His mind at peace, serene within the depths of this abyss which was his cockpit. Still wearing the same outfit as before, the same black attire worn by those of the aristocratic community. The Prince remained as he was, his billowing cape tucked in behind him…never once removing the helmet which concealed his face. The battle raging outside the grand Imperial Flagship mattered little to him, just as the trivial reasons behind the fighting in the first place. He had closed off his own thoughts from the outside world beyond the chamber in which he waited, isolating himself from everything else so as to keep himself blinded to it.

Suddenly…the order was received… The voice from the bridge could be heard clearly coming from the internal speakers.

“Its time now.” As if responding to the sound of his words, light flooded the cockpit, the interior flashing to life as if one giant monitor clicking on, revealing the hangar around him. Two small devices manifested, floating parallel to his forehead a few inches away from the black helmet which covered his entire head and face. The mechanics quickly moved their equipment from the service station, releasing the clamps after the walkway ramp was retracted from the menacing looking machine which stood there. The X-00//VEMSW, the experimental Ingrid manufactured by Ashrum Labs, dubbed the “Phantasma”. A weapon built and designed specifically for suppressing whole military forces, its capabilities surpassed most of what the Empire had in its arsenal, tested in countless battle simulations against one of their own fleets, such as the one it was assigned to right now.

“Activate NuEE System.” As Atomsk opened his eyes from behind his mask, processing data could be seen literally scrolling on them. His awareness was split then, alpha and beta brainwaves fusing with the operating system as he took hold of the controls affixed to the chair. A complete merger between man and machine, the mechanical monster pulsed, as if having just awoken from a deep slumber…its eyes glowing a calm green. Reflecting the aura of its pilot. Its CCM Generator functioning normally, a quick systems check later and the Phantasma stepped out of its docking terminal, its slender frame moving precisely in the same fashion and mannerism as a Human.

Meanwhile, the 9th Fleet was busy tending to the hosts of this party. The attacks launched by the Trantor Battleships proved all but useless against the defensive systems of the Imperial war vessels, energy blasts being phased out by TS-Shields and solid ammo doing little more than pecking at the exterior armor of each starship as they collided with their FDS Systems. Likewise, the assault being unleashed by the Xelas was meeting similar difficulties, while its missiles were quickly cut down by the Frigates and Destroyers within the Aesirian Fleet. Clearly, its battle strength was greater at closer ranges, demonstrating the same precision and might that was used against the mysterious creatures born of the Dark Realm.

While the defensive perimeter of the 9th Fleet was being maintained, the D-Phase Torpedoes that had previously been fired carried out their functions. Their design was cleverly evil. A weapon that don’t detonate upon impact, but rather, one that uses a set timer based on a calculation of the target’s distance. The Force Crystals within them carried this programming, making it impossible to stop once the torpedoes were armed. Even with being in stasis, this didn’t stop the crystals transported inside from executing their function…becoming unstable as each one ignited, erupting into massive explosions on par with miniature nuclear bombs which would release far more destructive shockwaves of kinetic energy to rip the insides of the Xelas apart.

As this took place, the entire fleet was ready to fire off their U-Cannons at Magnus, every Dreadnought, Battle-Cruiser and Destroyer having already taken aim as they pulled the trigger simultaneously. The ULTIMA Blasts howled, pillars of green light streaming towards the Xelas, each one composed entirely of kinetic energy. The light itself being the by-product of the Ethereal Particles reacting to the released power of the crystals (OOC Note: Otherwise, the blasts themselves would appear as being invisible. In fact, it would actually be impossible for anyone to tell what exactly these weapons do, since they don‘t have any physical properties, and the light being seen isn‘t actual light, but the ethereal being disturbed as the shots pass by. Even the most advanced Anti-Kinetic Defense would be taken out by these, since they just really have THAT much attack power to them. These are also impact weapons, obviously), these would prove far more difficult, near impossible to deal with than the Creation Cannons were, having been designed for the exact purpose of destroying enemy ships that had the same manner of defenses as Magnus’ had shown.

The Dark Realm's oceanic design reacted violently to having been split open, nearly collapsing in on itself; forcing Alucroas dive deep down into the abysmal black liquid that made up the environment, keeping a close eye on the flagship which had apparently managed to crack the intricately 'wired' code that granted access into the sub-plane which housed those abominable beasts. The majority of them released beams of electrical energy to cancel out the laser beams and missiles which had targeted them, producing a series of explosions all around the vicinity, masking the enemy's presence as they escaped through dimensional tear they had created and used to escape.

Soon after, the many eyes which had been staring at the ship just moments ago directed their sights back to the spot where Alucroas had submerged himself, concurrent with the many clones of Agron; remaining completely silent as the waves subsided and a cluster of bubbles floating up to the surface, popping as soon as they came into contact with the 'air', immediately followed by the reemergence of their offspring. They began to approach him, making barely audible clicks with their vocal chords, checking on his condition as Alucroas smacked his tail against the pool, followed by a brief growl and an image being relayed throughout everyone's minds.

They were connected to the spirit-plane which was how the familiars were brought through to begin with, and in correlation to this connection, the threads of spirit-saidin being interwoven back on Terra could be sensed, and it wasn't something that appeared to be giving off a docile nature. In fact, just the opposite; it was.. tense and defensive, polar opposite to the comforting feeling that being in this safe... haven of sorts gave him. There was no questioning that whatever had been ensuing down on Terra was nothing less than preparation for war, and if he knew war, there was no questioning that havoc he had wreaked on the planet ten years ago would be multiplied by that same number, if not - a hundredfold.

That very sub-plane which had housed the secondary reality had no doubt, delivered him a forewarning to the events about to take place at the planet of the surface-plane. The tear which had previously been forced open had sewn itself back together, followed by a momentary stream of charges zipping up all other scars that accumulated on the walls. Alucroas jerked his head to the side and snorted, seemingly annoyed that he didn't get to slaughter every minuscule insect on board that wretched vessel. Fortunately, he wasn't one to get distracted by emotions for very long and immediately began snapping his jaws at everyone, letting out an abrupt shriek combined with the very same bestial battle-cry that they had emitted when they first laid eyes on the flagship.

The commands issued out could be interpreted with much ease and simplicity, given the tone of the roar and the emotional content that the message portrayed along with it.

Protect..

our..

home..

And suddenly the sub-plane began to twist and contort on the outside, rippling with raw power, overlapping one another until finally shrinking and compressing itself into what would appear to be oblivion. A deception for their own protection; not wanting to have to deal with the potential burden of any warships somehow following them through the Dark Realm and launching a full-scale assault on his army before they could make it to the battlegrounds.

Meanwhile, up high in the ever changing skies of Terra, one of the clouds began to take on a pitch black ominous hue, an obvious indication that Alucroas and his 'soldiers' had manifested back onto the surface-plane through the connection that had been formed with the threads of spirit-saidin; energy being formed by sorcerers of whom had been in service to the son of a late Kelantan king. However, in spite of all the horrors that were about to be unleashed, there was a sign that more alleys were soon to come; should they be overwhelmed by the massive horde of androids that had been deployed by the Crimson Knights, judging by the dust plume that was coming out of the blackened cloud.

The consciousness that resided within the dust cloud fragmented itself once more as the dust began to settle on the ground, quickly rising up and forming into an anthropomorphic shape, taking on the structural design of your basic human, standing at six feet in height, covered in a series of archaic, crimson runes and a set of crystals where ones eyes would normally be located. An extension of the back took place along their shoulders, melting at various points in a thin layer of molten rock, as long arched tubes of ice spread through, hardening the area around them, essentially forming solid bone that would act as support for the newly formed wings.

Each and every single clone turned around and cracked open their faces below the eyes, forming a sort of maniacal grin, as another extension of rock protruded out from their wrists, melting at an incredibly fast rate, forcibly hardening being brought up into their heads, crystallizing the molecules of iron from the moon's surface as well as the very same element which they had taken up from the planet's core when they had first emerged in the form of a pillar. It was a curved bladed edge, easily reaching a solid four feet in length, incredibly hard and nearly indestructible. Perfect for puncturing the bodies of enemy ranks..turning back to face the army up ahead, hopefully having assured the Kelantans that each and every one of the thousands of Agron clones were on their side.

And if that wasn't enough, then the forty foot tall beast who came plummeting down to earth, would prove more than enough for a viable means of combating them. The beasts wings flapped, producing huge gusts of wind that swept across the area, nothing powerful enough to topple over anything big; but still containing great enough force to see the visible rippling waves in the grass.

His was the same color as the cloud he emerged from, baring a strongly reinforced exoskeleton which had been carved out, immaculately to match his anatomy, leaving to be much more mobile than what would've been expected at first glance. A set of sinewy tendrils were wrapped tightly around his arms, ending in hollow openings, dripping a sewage-green fluid that hissed the moment it touched the ground, releasing a small jet of steam in its wake, before subsiding in a few seconds to the superior mass of soil before it.

The stage appeared to have been set, and the creature that descended had been salivating with hunger, and he would satiate that craving on the battlefield. For the time being, though, Alucroas was no more... trapped in this enraged state of bloodlust and the undying urge to slaughter the first thing that moved.

An appendage protruded out from the mouth, snapping once more, this time being the internal mouth, and once more an insidious shriek, followed by a deep nerve-wracking roar escaped from the jaws of the monstrosity known as Alutrosity, the clones of Agron obediently followed his commands, flapping their wings and taking off straight for the androids, ready to wage an all out war for supremacy, dominance, and most importantly..

Survival

"They're coming."

Iliana's words were barely a whisper, an almost involuntary reaction to the brief precognitive flash that had warned her to the coming onslaught of Trantor fighters and mecha. Nevertheless, both Commander Talen and Captain Tyne heard, and with a growing grimness began to issue orders.

"All units, this is Commander Talen. Trantor forces incoming, prepare for combat. Evasive action as neccessary, hold formations if possible. We gave them a choice my friends, and they have chosen death. For honor and truth, excelsior."

Across the Meridian fleet the final benediction was repeated, a choruscating echo of resignation and anticipation in the face of the impending horror and adrenaline rush that was combat. Weapons systems flared to full alert across the board, missiles, beam weapons, linear guns, kinetic cannons, shields, and the few melee weapons of the Romanov mechs.

The bridge of the San Rafael had become a hive of activity as man, woman, and artificial alike set to ensuring the survival of their comrades and themselves. Some were busy prepping the offensive batteries of the ship, such as the 75mm Igstellung CIWS or the multi-purpose missile launchers, most of which would be hot loaded with multi-missile swarm packs. Others were repositioning the massive twin 'Apocalypse' combination cannons for another shot, each one taking aim at another of the Trantor fleets larger ships. Similar preparations were taking place with the quartet of Ether Lances arrayed along the ships top side, marks being set to unleash the weapons once more at the Trantor fleet.

The defensive was certainly not being ignored however, as crewmen and officers rushed to ensure the integrity and readiness of chaff and deflector shield systems, as well as the all important kinetic dispersal generator and the Quantum Driver. The San Rafael was ready for the coming onslaught, and in the end it would give everything it had in order to ensure the survival of its crew and compliment.

"Iliana, I need..."

Reia stopped, swinging her gaze from one side to the other in search of the blone Crimson Knight pilot. It turned out to be useless however, as somehow within the past few seconds, Iliana had vanished without a trace. A tinge of nervousness growing in her voice, Reia queried the ship's computer concerning Iliana's wherabouts. The reply was less than helpful.

"Commander, Iliana Meridian is no longer onboard the San Rafael."

Fear lodged deep in her guts then, a cold sinking feeling as realization dawned.

"Damn..."

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Outside, the firestorm had begun. The Trantor forces, while greater in number than the Meridian ones, had been forced into a classic tactical disadvantage: assaulting a stationary and prepared force. The ships and mecha of the Trade alliance flew directly into the teeth of a hellstorm of weaponry that would make even the gods hesitate. Missiles in the form of spiraling swarms and guided armor busters slammed into the approaching fighters, volley after volley from both the San Rafael, the Romanovs, and the Phoenix fighters.

The mecha on the other hand faced a far more deadly weapon, the dual mech sized combination cannons of the Meridian produced Hardball mechs. Each of the three squadrons of the Clockwork Angels contained nine of the small, powerful mechs, each with two Cannons. While on a much smaller scale than the San Rafael's own cannons, the Hardball versions were still the devestating gravitic flux encased with the tachyon matrix, propelling the shot at faster than light speeds to smash into the oncoming machines with devestating force. Combined with the nine Romanovs' railguns (three per squadron) it made for very deadly day to be a Trantor mech pilot.

Despite all this, some would get through. Whether these were merely the best pilots of the group, or the luckiest, made no difference as they were able to come into counter attack range and begin their planned assault. It was at this point, however, that the Meridian Forces combat drones, spherical machines known as Hoplites, would go into action. Capable of full omnidirectional movement and attack capabilities, the relatively small combatants were not particularly devestating by themselves. When in their assigned groups, however, the small masses of several dozen machines could prove deadly to the enemy as they loosed veritable storms of kinetic blasts via their Helix kinetic cannons.

As the Hoplites struck, so too did the Igstellung cannons of the San Rafael and the formations of Phoenix aerospace fighters. Each fighter, activating their Genesis Orbital Generators, would quickly become escorted by a half dozen glowing white orbs which would rotate quickly around the ship. From these orbs emerged hails of energy bursts, joining with the Javelin high-yield energy cannons of the Phoenix fighters themselves.

Certainly Meridian would lose things: machines, men, and women none were proof against death and destruction in its many forms. Hoplites were destroyed by the handful, and the Phoenix formations would lose a small number of their fighters. Yet it was nothing in comparison to the devestation that would overtake the Trantor forces. The sheer folly of their initial rush against the smaller yet entrenched and prepared Meridian fleet in and of itself was enough to spell eventual doom.

Yet there was one more.

The Granzon had taken the field, its bulk and power obvious to those familiar with mecha and their workings. Immediately the members of the Clockwork Angels, Meridian's elite mech squadrons had begun to prepare to deal with the beast, simultaneously requesting the fighters and Hoplites be pulled back and away from the monstrous Super Robot. It seemed as if it would be far too late however, as the glimmerings of crimson light served as the minute forewarning of its inevitable firing. Even the sudden presence of the White Wraith on the field gave little but fleeting hope for those who would be on the receiving end of the Granzon's armaments.

In an instant, the battlefield grew black.

Every ship, every entity, every machine within the field of battle would simultaneously sense it, detect it. They would see the brief dimming of all light throughout every assembled fleet, both inside and out. They would hear the crackle of untraceable static across the communications channels of all kinds, including the psionic and ethereal. But these were merely harbingers of something else, and only Commander Reia Talen was in a position to know just what it was.

"No..."

A bare fifty meters in front of the Granzon there erupted into existence a sphere of coruscating and fluxuating blackness. Six rings of unstable negative tachyons ripped and tore and spun in opposing and unaligned positions like somem assive shadowy gyroscope, concealing what lay beneath. In that instant the scarlet beams of energy burst from the Granzon, only to impact and shatter into harmless flickers of light against the dark sphere.

In the next instant the sphere shuddered and flickered from existence, revealing its creator. The black mech was big and sleek, its almost skeletal seeming features strangely organic in appearance. Blazing cerulean eyes burned within the otherwise featureless face. From the back spread a pair of almost wings, lacking the stretched material that would go from bone to bone in a normal creature. Great clawed, four fingered hands lay crossed across the machine's chest. More immediately important for the Granzon, however, were the radiant blue bursts of photons that even now were streaming from the twin Photon Vulcan cannons mounted at the bottom of the metagear's head. In but a fleeting span of a second or so, those bolts of energy would smash into the Granzon without remorse.

Iliana sat quietly in the cockpit of the Black Angel, her eyes seeming to stare into the distance as she communed psychically with the great black metagear. With a though she sent a broadcast to the various Aesir Empire, Meridian, and Crimson Knight units on the field.

"This is the Black Angel, pilot callsign Raven. For honor and truth, excelsior."

OOC: Wow... I mean, do you want me to use massive force? Only Photons, against a gravity mecha? Ha Ha... Ha... If it wasn't for the Soulgain, I'd be worried. Cybuster rippoff!

BGM: Vanishing Trooper
As Hayate saw the two massive attacks, she did not react, instead, trusting in the Tome of Darkness, and its avatar. Reinforce. Almost in a flash Reinforce chanted, the massive Gravity Drives of the Granzon's fame activating. The Photons would bend around the mecha, as the Granzon seemed to dissapear from normal sub light sensors. It did not fade, but in fact had a warped presence in Time Space itself, a massive wall of Gravity forming as its Aura.

The Ether Punch Impacted into the gravity, breaking through the first ring of distorted time before it tapped the natural close G Field defense of the Granzon. "So... " Hayate began, her senors viewing time space itself. "Two mechs, one Target. I may have to use my Neo form already..." She began, adjusting her emission of Propellant particles The Negative Particles seemed to be attracted to the constant changing of charges in the gravity, their impact forming a near constant stream of atomic level explosions in the wall. "I could send this back at her..." Hayat e thought, as she wielded the mental strength required to defend her own persona. The Gravity Field Faded for a . Instead, she sighed, and started to chant, her spell turning the Warp Barrier around her into a weapon of power, a sword made from the gravitons in the very universe itself, the Dark Blade, called the Gran Sword, by some. "This was the Gift of the Shadows... and I am the Weider of the blade..." She began, the blade not having any appearance besides the hilt. It would only be seen by its absence that part of space more like a black body than any other part of the complex battlefield. It would be a long fight.

Not all of the Trantor Fighters and mechs were destroyed by the first Volley, Several Variable Fighters made it through, and quickly counter Attacked, One VF Locking onto 30 hopilite Drone groups. He would make them pay, his micro missiles impacting impregnably into the railgun bursts, while one of the newer F-91 series Gundams supported him by serving as an ABM role, destroying more railgun bolts with the Beam Rifle. "ABM! We need more ABM!" the pilot shouted, as one Starfury fired a wall of missiles, impacting the Hopilite drones furiously. They would not die here, " Colonel Michal Woods thought, his fighterservving as an Anti Missile Bus. The fight would be missle vs missile, Jamming vs Sensors, Drones vs Anti Basaltic Missiles. There was one additional factor though.

"Getta Team... CHANGE GETTER 1" A smaller Super Robot, The classic Getter Robo was ready for operations. As the robot's nanotechnology warped it into a red machine, almost like a cartoon devil. Ryoma smiled. "So, you want to play!" He shouted, as a wave of missiles locked onto the mech. "Have some... STONER SUNSHINE!" The massive burst of energy from the Getter's hands blasted a wave of incoming railgun blasts, saving one Valkyrie unit from destruction. "These guys are punks, with that Dark Angel crap attacking General Hayate.." Ryoma began, arrogant as ever," "I'll show them the power of a MAN!" His getter ran directly int the fray, pulling out two axes from its sides. "DIE YOU ALL!" He said, his insanity showing as he cleaved a series of hopilite drones in half, the Getter now looking for a new target.

Tranius looked on, as the sesors showed the massive loss of mechs and fighters. "Units, Retreat back to line N-00,W 49, L 101 Meters, Engage at Medium Ranges, their weapons will be shot down by our Anti-Fighter and anti mech cannon!" The order given, He looked. "Lock On..." he noticed, The Mobile Armors outer Defense ring still unbleached by fighters. "They will hold the line.." he thought, as he ordered the launch of two Quantum Torpedoes. The weapons, fairly large by modern size, flew from the front of the Flaghsip, tearing through space until they exploded several hundred feet aay from the incoming Meridian fleet.

OOC: Now, they Quantum Torpedoe is a dangerous, and illegal weapon by several government Constitutions. It actually tunnels through Time Space, exploding on its evaluation. It tears holes and rips in time space, making travel through an area if not impossible, but very hard at the least. with the time space damaged, ships might suffer problems such as time rates not being constant, the suspension of the laws of physics, chaos,

The Two torpedoes established a barrier between the Merdan forces and the Trantor Fleet, the small amount of buffer room forcing the Meridian ships to either try to escape the gap or fly over or under it, facing the firing arcs of several ready and waiting battleships. T"We can focus on the primary invasion fores, I hope they can make more then the 20 or so we have left.." The old commander shuddered at the damage he did to space, it causing not just a physical, but a psychic rip that any one with basic psychic power would at least notice at the corner of their minds, like an insect landing on one's bare skin.

Ryand turned to Jii,, and simply shook his head, the presence of the Granzon causing him a great pain in his head. "The Granzon... I would advise you tell your allied ships to get out of the way, they will destroy that ship, if they are going to activate its Limit Break. Its something that... If you have found any logs of an Ideon class in your travels, is quite like its Black Hole Gun." He then sat down, the lights of ship to ship combat reminding him of zero sum game played on the universal scale.

OOC: You'll have to wait Until Sunday for a good Mech vs Mech battle, I'm leaving on another Vacation. I'll update in the Ground Thread though. Also, Shin Getter Robo, Fuck yeah!

Once the torpedos within the stasis fields passed through the deceleration field their energy sources were able to be detected, and quickly recognized by Gennosuke as missles that weren't impactive, the temporal delay allowed them enough time to be able to react setting proper preparations to the bombs, once xelas had analyzed them, which was as soon as they entered the viscinity of the ship. For the bombs the sense of time within the stasis field was warped and greatly exhaggerated and would greatly slow the time of detonation, thanks to gennosuke. For Xelas this allowed him just enough time to analyze the technology and their design, then eject it back out into space where it would soon after explode. Even had it exploded within the ship the stasis fields' power were dramatically increased once they entered the hull to the point that myriad of such explosions would simply rattle the ship, but damage would be minimal.

Xelas was literally being spoon-fed technologies. Every turn a different approach was being sent and every time he would narrowly be able to stop them. Such difficulties would result in the strength of the ship overall multiplying. "They know not that they only bring their own demise." Magnus stated.

The rift that was created by him was brought into account now as it only widened more and more, this was the altering of space/time that gave him a superior edge in a situation like this. Whereas he obviously lacked power in comparison to the weapons that were sent towards him he had in cunning of how to escape from these situations.

"Schrodinger pinpoint the best plausible position to create a secondary rift." Magnus said and the cat-boy worked his magic. It was due west to the fleet where the heavy quantum weaponry, spiritual weapons and other excruciatingly powerful weapons had weakened the fabric of space, allowing it to more susceptible to fracturing.

"Redirect the destination of the rift to that particular spot." He spoke. This way they would either have an instant way of flanking their enemy, a way to defend against something of creation cannon calibur, or they would be able to launch their own assault nearly undetected. His adversary was arming a now more deadly weapon, viewing the green pillars at the most minute of detail schrodinger was able to sense the weapon by it's effects on the universe around them and by that it could determine its trajectory as well as destination, the sharing of that knowledge allowed Magnus to properly stretch the rift to the point where it would cover the entirety area of the attack. This would make it more practical to simply redirect the attack instead of head-on defending it, using magnus's vast knowledge of spiritual concepts to widen it with that very sort of energy.

Instead of slamming into the shields this insanely powerful blast was redirected with the folding of space and time, shattering a fracture that was placed on the coordinates Schrodinger had located for a second rift to be formed, it almost worked like the concept of a wormhole, breaking through the space/time continuum and redirected it back at the fleets, granted, it wasn't as power as what they had sent at magnus, but it was surely a way for Magnus to rid himself of the threat.

"Sir! Coordinates located!" Schrodinger cheered.

Magnus viewed on-screen at the land battle and prepared to make room for his own appearance of ground-forces. Just as soon as his reinforcements arrived. Which by the way Schrodinger was sensing the surroundings would be much sooner than later.

???: "...they say that those living for death will die by their own hand..."

There came a voice, smooth and cunning with a taint all too sinister, one of a 'man'. Following the quiet testament was a laugh chilling to the bone just to hear as it was unmistakably evil; not chaotic, but truly dark, and wholly unrestrained. It came from the gentleman leaning with his back up against the rugged wall of a rather enormous building. He watched in silence as the city scattered behind doors of cars and buses, houses and shelters, uttering nothing in the way of an opinion save for his disturbing proclamation.

This man was fairly tall, standing at six-foot one and a half with long silk jade hair pulled into a taught pony tail draped between his slender shoulder blades. His arms were crossed over his torso comfortably, his hands hidden for the most part, a slight glimpse of his crimson sheathed finger tips visible just below his elbows. Covering his entire person was a solid black leather coat, trailing just short of his knees where his slate grey trousers were exposed, along with solid black combat boots tightly laced. Traces of blood red lined his coat and trouser seams, along with matching insignia's that the people of this city would forever remember to be that of the Crimson Knights'. His face was thoroughly rid of all emotion and feeling, pale grey in color and his eyes hidden behind a pair of metal-framed Ray Ban's.

Despite the man's decidedly introverted appearance and slender frame, he was certainly one of the more dangerous individuals that arrived in the last few minutes completely unnoticed. For the time being, he had decided to merely observe all that transpired amongst the gathering forces, keeping a mind-numbingly detailed mental-log of what he witnessed. There was a lot of 'big guns' assembled with yet more on their way no doubt, but none of that seemed to faze the disturbed man. The thousands of both artificial and mortal beings littering the region were actually quite comforting to the guy, as after several long and deathly silent moments a small smile spread through his perfect medium lips.

???: "I see they put Zephyr in charge of this one. Not a bad choice, heh. He certainly brings an uncommon flair to the field..."

Slowly, the dark watcher unfurled his arms, hands pushing backward to take him off the wall's surface into a casual paced walk. His foot fell in silence, taking him from the depth's of the city and toward the outer rims. Taking out a small metallic device from one of his pockets and dropping it in front of him he crunched down on it heavily with his boot, destroying it.

???: "Sorry Emperor, but I don't plan on coming back for quite some time this round..."

As he walked, the Crimson Knight (as he appeared), picked his eyes up from the horizon and gazed to the Heaven's above. More forces were assembling, and they were a kind that were of a completely different nature from the majority outside the city. It was these beings that imprisoned the Knight's curiosity, and that wasn't very good for someone here today. In that same eerie voice he spoke dauntingly into the winds.

???: "Don't fret precious, I'm here!"

Images instantly flooded the Knight's mind and faded into emptiness as he quickened his pace drastically, legs pulling his light frame briskly along the pavement, covering a considerable distance in minutes. His forehead crinkled as he narrowed his eyes sharply, raising his gloved hand up to his chest and unbuckling his coat's three clasps, letting it fly open freely to trail behind him in a billowing wave of black. It revealed the Ivory handled katana strapped to his left hip inside an endlessly-deep crimson saya, riddled with black runes of an ancient heritage. It's crystal clear, diamond tsuba attracted the eyes' attention quite powerfully despite its emptiness. It was also revealed that he was sporting a midnight blue under-armor style shirt, seemingly nothing out of the ordinary save for the Crimson Knight insignia embroidered in white upon his chest.

Soon after opening his coat, the dark man smiled a genuinely wicked, frightful smile. He knew it was his time to play again, but unfortunately he was still much too far away from the enemy for anyone else to figure it out too. Naturally however this was to be changed; with truly inhuman quickness, the dark stranger vanished from the area in an apparent all-out sprint that would put some certain annoying War Machines to shame. He passed empty intersection after empty intersection, gaining in speed by the meter until even his allies strewn across the city would be unable to see what just flew by. The Knight didn't stop until he was at the gates of the city, so-to-speak.

There he stood in complete silence like a damned fool for anyone's better guess, grinning. From his pocket he procured another little gadget, this one much smaller and this time depositing it into his ear that upon closer inspection one would swear it were pointed...a blue dim light flickering for a brief millisecond as he joined the Empire's network, more specifically the Command Line with Commander Zephyr.

???: "Commander Zephyr, this is Major Raikar Zyne. I'm sure you can figure out why I am here, but I'm just informing you that I'm about to engage the enemy's main forces outside the city's main gate. I'm alone, and if you know what's best for the mission, keep it that way. Over."

Raikar, a name normally kept in silence among the empire, was here of his Emperor's direct order but more than that, he was here to carry out his own mission. Through veiled scarlet lenses the Enforcer glared menacingly at the enormous creature that moments ago fell from the Heaven's above. They were roughly a thousand meters away, these beasts, but more importantly Raikar was merely a hundred meters shy of the barrier erected around the city. He had zero familiarity with its source, but it didn't take a stick waving fool to know that it was there. The demented Knight's left arm flashed forward, a giant revolver accompanying it within solid grasp. It's sleek, black body was leveled with the distant Titan's chest, the black and white hand cannon pulsing with ominous power upon the hammer being cocked back following a familiar metallic click.

Strangely though, Raikar chose not to fire, instead standing fast and waiting. What he was waiting for was anyone's wild guess, but the Knight's could rest assured the demented, perhaps psychotic Knight knew exactly what he was doing, for he possessed one of the most tactically advanced intelligence's the Empire had to offer. And that was unmistakable. As expected, the entire horde of the Crimson Knight Invasion force opened up a direct path, revealing the Kaos Enforcer for his target to see, purely out of observing the message relayed over the network to Zephyr seconds prior.

[OOC: Just in case I failed to make it clear, that's you Oni.]

"Because I'm just following procedure! Do you really think I want to go killi... Hmm. Well, if you so insist on not heeding my words I guess I could always kill you. Though it would be shameful if it ended with more fighting a single person..." A disdainful frown spread from his lips as they became cocked sideways. His bright blue eyes flared with newfound aggression as the demonic deity inside his body swelled and expanded, lusting for release. His body's spiritual aura flared as the fresh demonic aura clashed in an epic battle against the more godly one. His flesh seemed to ripple like an ocean as the briefcase, previously held by the one refusing to leave the battlefield, was slung at it. Instead of smashing directly into the torso of the Knight it merely froze in place several feet from his body.

"Such..." his otherworldly gaze drifted upwards, from the ground, still as if staring at nothing "a nuisance." The once hovering black transport object didn't burst into flames, or any of the like- which normally would happen when a field as such was produced. Instead it just vanished. No strings attached, it disappeared from sight without any objections.

"I see, are you enjoying yourself?" he spoke out to nobody in sight, his voice trailing off. "Well, sir. I give you my word that you will have your fun yet. My friend... My bodyguard... My father... Aargon Cecil..." His paranormal voice seemed to echo through the alleyways as he kept his gaze before him.

"You seem to control it much better then before, boy." The voice was deep, gruff and exceptionally loud. "However that control be best put to better use. Let me fight them, please."

"As you wish. How is Kathyren doing?" Zephyr started, coming forth into a chit-chat with the unknown voice.

"Same old, boy. And what of Alice? I hope shes still doing well." as of now the large green dumpster seemed to loose it's colored hue as it transformed into a oddity of an object. It's appearance was becoming that much more human, albeit a very tall and muscular one.

"As pushy as ever, my friend. Grown taller?" He looked at the now fully sized object made of pure metal with a cocky grin.

"Well I've been working out a bit more, close to twenty hours a day now." It had shown, too. His body was huge, bulging in every area with large muscles while his stomach seemed to be overly built.

"Alright then. This is up to you, my frien..." He stopped as a message was transmitted to his ear.

'Raikar... Zyne... I heard that name before... Wait, no! I can't be him. Hmm, it could, I guess. Bad news for these pathetic fools, though.'

"Yeah, alright. Do as you wish."

A switch in his mind flipped, and as it did the units placed their weapons at-ease. A huge metal-like dome surrounded the area within moments. Although heavy, and unknowingly thick; almost two-hundred meters, it was fast. Light was shut off for mere moments before a glowing area burst forth giving the same effect as the sun once had. The metal compressed itself time after time, crafting an ultra-dense, egg-shaped, dome of protection to all inside it, blocking all, including Raikar Zyne, from entering. The outside of the metal was bright with a red glow as the particals outside was shifted into a barrier in which would disperse and laser-type weapons and disrupt any radio frequencies that would enter or exit.

"Speed it up. They would already have been dead." Zephyr's voice was brisk and demanding, yet cold and pleasing. Aargon couldn't do anything but comply to the whims in which he had loved to here.

The large metallic object cracked what would be knuckles. Yet all that was heard was metal crunching against metal. As the sound faded his right arm shifted in looks as it transformed into what looked to be a huge axe. The bicep-area was extended and as of now the sharp edge dragged across the ground leaving a gash an inch thick in the cement. His speed was much greater then Zephyr had previously remembered. He had indeed been working out.

Brandon stood waiting, it felt like an eternity to him. Little specs of light surrounded him, the sun must have been shining off of something Brandon thought to himself. The start of the fighting was drawing nearer and nearer, and each second lasted longer and longer. Buzzing swarmed inside of his head, he must of been anticipating the begining of the war. Well thought all it really was, as proven by the small flash of light. It would hardly be noticable to most of anyone who wasn't nearby. Brandon jumped back, was this the first offensive? Was this what he had waited for? No, it was something else. Two figures appeared in the center of the light.

It was odd, were these two apart of the Crimson Knights. Brandon had quite a few questions, questions that were about to be anwsered. As the light disapated, he quickly reconigzed who the two were. One was a participant of the 'Shades of Crimson Tourneyment.' He was a blind swordsman named Inferno. The other was a member of the Yggdrisial Crew, his name Brandon didn't know.

???: Heat must of known I'd take a look around. He must of rigged it up to do that. Now I know how you feel Inferno, I can hardly see."

Inferno only nodded towards the kid. The light finally disapated, and the full details of the two were now seen. Inferno was about the size of an average swordsman, his hair partially covered his face, and a blindfold covered his eyes. His left hand stayed steady by the hilt of his blade, his right hand grasped a metal stick the legnth of his body. He wore a leather jacket, which he kept closed.

The other person was much differnet, yet the same. He was much younger than the other two, yet his fashion sense was the same, long hair covering much of his face, and a long leather jacket, yet his was the only one opened. It didn't take long for the second man to come to his senses

???: "Where the fuck are we? Wait, I know you, you're with those...uhh...crimson people. right?"

He was pointing at Brandon.

Brandon: "Thats right, I'm Brandon Graves, and I am with the Crimson Knights. You, however, are standing in the middle of a war. How'd you manage to get yourselves here?"

???: "That is a good question, I don't quite know how we managed to get here. By the way, I am Kanetsu, and this is Inferno."

Brandon: "Well, if you two don't figure out how to leave, you may end up getting dragged into this fight."

Kanetsu: "Fine by me, I've been iching to fight since we fought those Heaven fags, besides I have no idea how to get back."

Infeno just nodded. The three fighters stood waiting, things were surly getting interesting in this war.

Eno had just heard Rasler introduce himself when something seemed wrong with the ship. Then again they all were in a war zone at the time… Oh well.

“Rasler, I think I remember reading your name on the roster, I hear you have a rather interesting esper, I hope I won’t have to see it but maybe you could show me sometime. Either way, you’re welcome to stay near Rika and I once we land.”

Eno saw the man fidgeting with his new looking Crimson Knight suit. Eno remembered how uncomfortable shirts and pants were for him but figured that Rasler, lacking fur, would have less trouble and figured he was new to the seen.

Just then the announcement came over the comm system. Rika was still in his arms though the yards of cloth had fell from her frame. In his attentiveness to Rasler he had almost forgot about the girl who seemed preoccupied with something else in the meanwhile. “Yep, now would be a good time to head to the docks.” The two stood.

“Eno, look!” Rika cried with enthusiasm. Startled, Enoichi looked at what she had in her hands. It was an intricately folded paper airplane. Whether she had re-invented the paper airplane in this modern world or whether paper was still in enough circulation for the idea to pass on was unimportant. One of Eno’s diagrams must’ve slid out of its pocket during the fall and the small magic circle in the middle of the page was on the underside so perhaps Rika never saw the design and thought it only to be a piece of scrap, but this gave Eno an idea. An idea to file away to the back of his mind for now.

“That’s very interesting Rika.” He said with a smile of praise as she threw it down the hallway, only for it to make a seemingly impossible turn mid-air and return to them. The paper airplane came to rest on Eno’s shoulder. The two continued walking.

“Rasler, feel free to join us, The hangar is just over…” Eno peeked at the surface of a crystal ball off to his shoulder. “there.” Sharp black claws clicked along the floor as his awkward looking steps moved him across the surface alongside the skating Rika who had taken to rolling in circles around the slower of the two.

The strange team made it to the docks where everyone was bustling, preparing for diployment. “Enoichi Etsula and Rika Belford reporting.”

"Captain, we've got an incoming transfer. One individual with personal equipment only."

"Who is it Lieutenant?"

"It's Lieutenant Serra St. John, sir. Of the Crimson Admonishers."

"Ah hell."

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Serra had spent little time preparing before taking her leave of the Peregrinus to head to New Terra at the behest of her Commanding Officer. Taking time enough only to down a small meal, check her equipment, gover some captured information, and switch to a more formal (and intimidating) uniform. Then, using Crimson Knight communications signals as guideposts, she had quickly utilized a complex arcane algorithm to shunt her physical across the dimensional divide. The Ninth Fleet made an easy target given its size and the general amount of activity that would be going on. Once in the vicinity it was easy enough to drop though the atmosphere on New Terra itself.

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The Captain stepped back jsut after he spoke, his eyes locked onto a suddenly appearing blue speck of light, which had began to grow and change rapidly. In seconds it had assumed the figure and shape of a tall, statuesque woman. In another heartbeat, the woman herself stood in its place, and the light was gone.

Sheathed from neck to toe in black, Serra St. John was an intimidating sight. While the innate beauty of her graceful curves, delicate features, vivid violet eyes, raven black hair, and trim figure caught the attention of everyone who laid eyes on her, it was the frigid expressions and calculating gaze that truly kept with people.

Her uniform was simple yet elegant, lending itself to a dichotomous role of both formality and sex appeal that had served her well in the past. A black jacket, trimmed in crimson with a high collar and a bottom edge that hung just past her hips was tightly fastened with hidden catches over a tight long sleeved black shirt and similar pants. Short topped black boots protected her feet. Angled across her back was a sword, which by first glance appeared to be a traditional Chinese straight sword, yet closer inspection would reveal a much higher grade of technology and material in its makeup. At her left thigh a pocket stuck out just so much to be noticeable against the sleek fabric, its rectangular shape reminiscent of a deck of playing cards.

"Who is in charge here?"

The words snapped through the warm air, whipcracks that rang with confidence, finality, and command. The Captain hesitated before stuttering out his answer.

"C-c-commander Zephyr, Ma'am."

"Zephyr?"

Serra looked about, her violet gaze taking in the visible world around her and so much more.

"Not anymore he's not."

Silence...

Unerring silence..

Darkness... nothing had been more black nor more quiescent than this dormancy.

Suddenly a single droplet provoked thought within a pool of memories; voices spoke in dissonance, some angry some happy. Familiar phrases made way: "We're getting the hell out of here!" "It'll be a mirical if we get out of this hell-hole alive." "H-HELP ME!" "MOVE YOUR ASS..." "We need to move"...

"Need to move"

"Move"

"Move"

A gasp was heard as an unknown figure woke from his latent slumber. A dream? Retrospect? What had happened that fateful day? Ah, yes. He remembered, how could he possibly forget something like that. That was the day IT attacked, that THING. Those beasts fought and killed hundreds, thousands, millions. Or had they killed anyone? Was it some sort of surreal experience that he had encountered or had he simply gone insane? Impossible. His senses could not be tricked by such a real experience, it was definately reality. Moss Landing WAS attacked.... But... where was he? His senses didn't seem functional, he seemed seperate from his body as every impulse he sent along his nerves responded with nothing, not even pain was sensible, nothing. He could not see anything but darkness in front of him, and heard nothing. He wasn't even aware at the moment if he had a mouth to taste anything.. Was he simply a soul seperate from the body? Was this Hell? No... there was supposed to be flames in Hell and lots of pain... This wasn't heaven either... He felt all too alive; all too discombobulated.

My name.. He thought, he seemed to gain a sense of individualism.. My name is Jack... Slowly cognitive thought began to return Jack Theomen.


No.

A voice spoke, a voice so powerful it echoed and resonated within every crevice, every fold of his brain, every lingering thought the powerful words reverberated, like a harsh wind against the stalks of a dead bamboo tree. The voice was so strong it instigated pain within the mental recesses of his thoughts. Wh-who's there? Jack responded reticently. After a pause the voice spoke, with less force. The voice was hardly human, disembodied, with a tint of omnipotence in it's tone. Am I really dead? Is this.... God?

Greetings, human.. I.. am 'Idea'.

I am the thought that seeps through every drone, every common creature.
I am the Voice of harmony, the accumulator of all knowledge.
I am the Sword of the beast, the Shield to my race.

I am Idea.

Jack paused, he had never spoken with a deity before. Was this a deity? Where was he? As if it were an answer to his question the last memory he had of himself was pulled to his mind, as if he hadn't recalled it... someone.. or something else had immediately brought the image as an answer.

It was him... or what he thought he was.. A handsome-looking fellow dressed in nice charcoal slacks a button-down shirt with a white lab-coat overtop of it. Accompanied next to him was a large, burly looking man with a stereotypical lumberjack beard and build to match. One of the large-mans' arms were broken but the other was wrapped around what looked like a part of a counter, as Jack was clung to a piece of rubble. What was this that was sucking them in? The image of the monster, a large-whale like head, a twisting body accompanied by three sets of wings, a gapeing maw capable of swallowing a small skyscraper with little to no effort. The Leviathan.. Dreadnaught.. the name hissed through his mind. So... He was inside this thing? No.. This space he was in was so much more confined than that massive mile-long beast. He didn't know what kind of creature this 'idea' was but it seemed to be intelligent enough to converse with, so he would send his ultimatum.

Idea, free me now or I will unleash unspeakable chaos upon you.

It was obvious he was bluffing, but hopefully the voice was only omnipotent, not omniscient. He remained still for what seemed like an eternity before a response was rendered.

Soon, human, you will shed your insignificant shell.
You will perform feats in my name with unimaginable finess.
Born anew, you will wreck havoc upon my enemies.
All will bow to the might of the Cataclysm.
Not even the Creator could imagine power this vast.

This kind of speech nearly frightened Jack; what was this creature's intention? Jack had to muster up some sort of courage to speak with the voice. He would stand with his final offer. I will not be a pawn to your game, monster. The long drag of what sounded like inhaling was heard, it echoed as if multiple voices were speaking. A different voice sounded, one of a slightly higher pitch - though it was almost nasally - a more conniving undertone to everything it said. "You will do as the Idea says and perform to his liking." a second voice spoke after it, a throaty voice that seemed to gurgle at the end of every sentence, "If you do not bend to his will on your own accord... You will be forced to do so..." the throaty voice spoke. Jack began to feel a sort of malaise right before an agonizing shock surged through his entire being, sharp and panging it felt as if he were being electrocuted. His thoughts dispersed and he regressed to that primitive state that he started in, hardly able to collect rational thought. No.... STOP.. Jack begged, but the shock treatment was relentless, coursing through his body, some of the very thought processes that made him who he was were rearranged, a violent turbulence swirled within his mind, warping his very sanity he had tried so hard to hold onto throughout this whole calamity. This sort of torment would usually form an innate bond of hatred for his oppressor, but his mind was so disoriented and the mental upset that occured almost made him a completely different person. The electrical pain surging through his body ebbed as a sort of dark epiphany became predominant without his concious and subconcious, a desire to fulfill the will of Idea. This goading desire was similar to a man's urge to act upon impulsive thoughts; Jack's mental defenses had been crushed by Idea.

Now, it is time.

You will be a pariah to the human race.
The bane of all races beyond our own.
Scourge the lands and spread havoc.
For Jack Theoman no longer exists.
You are Anathema.

At this point Dreadnaught was in range of the planet Terra, far enough to deploy Anathema, getting closer to the war between Magnus and the other fleets, but for now it would be ignored. The creature launched the pod, or the egg holding Anathema and a few guards to ensure it's landing was in a place with relevance to the ground war at hand. They burnt through the atmosphere, a psionic shield was visible around them, annihilating any of the medical wastes that were within the trajectory of the pod. The shield was also to ensure that nothing would hinder the process of the pod's landing, when coming in contact with the shield (had it been covering the entire city,) that had been erected around the city the creatures used the psionic shield to create enough of a disturbance to create a gap that the pod and guardians could land at the far edge of the city, away from the Kelante forces and the Ck, though his landing was of course noticeable.

As smoke cleared hissing of the guardians were heard, they had a peculiar figure to them, and there weren't many of them, though it was assumed that they were the ones that constructed the barrier. They had drill-shaped hands and were completely organic, quite a bit taller than an average human they were biped creatures with no eyes or facial features, and had a similar build to a human, their bodies were rough but featureless other than the organic pulsations that occured in random spots of their bodies. There were four of them in all, each standing with their backs to the pulsating egg, each facing a different direction. They raised their arms and opened the ends of the conical hand-pieces, which split into four triangular sections revealing a gooey inside, a stalk protruded from the long hollow arms with an eye on the end which created a flat semi-visible shield on each side of the egg and themselves, forming a shape similar to a prism or a crystalline shape of some sorts.

They would wait for their new herald to hatch from the egg, for now, staying away from the action of the battle.

With a blinding flare of ether thrusters, the Angel shot forward. The almost skeletal black arms of the metagear snapped forward, splaying the four fingered clawed hands in readiness. Closing the distance in less time than the slower super robot would be able to adequately react, Iliana struck. The left hand swiped sideways, blue light blossoming from the length of each Burst Claw. Contrails of the momentarily visible ether lashing from each digit traced their whipcrack trails as it slammed sideways into the Granzon's sword. The erupting ethereal explosions would serve to at the very least fend off the power of the blade, though in reality they should serve to fully disrupt the power that made up the weapon's killing half, reducing it to little more than a pretty hilt.

Simultaneously, the right hand shot forward, dangerously edged claws likewise blossoming with radiant blue ether as they drove forward unerringly towards the Granzon's chest. Yet this time would be different as Iliana threw her own power reserves into the strike. Unleashing her personal psionic force into the Ether Amplification Engine, the blonde pilot greatly intensified that power and sent it surging into the Burst Claws of the right hand.

The result was nothing less than calamitous.

The explosion of raw ethereal power would be enough to encompass the Granzon in its entirety, a coruscating riot of blue and white light that not only would be capable of tearing through starship armor as if it were paper, but that would do the same to whatever fields of energy were in its path. Not would shields and other defenses be affected, but the very power source, the lifeblood of the target was also in quite grave danger from the Knight's onslaught. In the cockpit of the Black Angel, Iliana's face was set in determination and intensity as she stared down her opponent.

"Show me what you're made of, fool."

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"They're retreating."

"Unsurprising, Captain. After all, they just got slaughtered."

Commander Talen frowned as she leaned ever so slightly forward in her seat. Her eyes were glued to a particular holoscreen that she had ordered up in front of her position, but it was not one showing the current fight against the Trantor remnants or their hasty retreat. She essentially ignored the screens that showed the tactics the Phoenix fighters were using against the retreating enemy, streams of missiles hurtling into the Trantor warriors from behind in final admonitions against trying the same thing again. The fate of the feisty red mech went unseen as the San Rafael itself unleashed a trio of its heavy Kinetic Cannons against the axe wielder, unleashing enough force to crumple it into just so much space debris.

No, Commander Reia Talen was watching only one encounter, involving three mechs. The White Wraith, the Granzon, and the Black Angel moved in silence before her concerned eyes and emotionless expression.

"Commander?"

"Yes Captain?"

"The Trantor forces have deployed some sort of spatial rip weapon. They've torn across the continuum between our two forces, conceivably as some sort of buffer to counter attack."

"How big is it?"

Reia had looked up, concern evident in her face at the mention of the Trantor forces taking out a chunk of space-time as a defensive maneuver. Such a thing was not unheard of, but was inherently and extremely dangerous.

"Your call, Captain."

With a nod the big man turned and began relaying his orders to the crew.
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As the last of the Trantor forces escaped, with the exception of the Granzon, the Meridian fighters, mechs, and drones had begun to reassume their formations, adjusting where neccesary to make up for lost comrades and machines. Those pilots who could be saved were immediately sent directly to the Med Bay via the San Rafael's transporter system, making the loss of lives minimal, though not nonexistent. As one the entire fleet began to back away from the spatial rip, preferring to keep distance from such an unstable thing thatp ossessed such dire potential.

Yet things were not done yet.

Even as they moved backwards, the mighty vessel's Ether Lances began to fire again. Bursts of radiant white light tore across space, slipping through the tear without pausing, their semi-insubstantial nature's making them unaffected by the properties within that area. Each shot was impeccably aimed at a Trantor ship. The refined and concentrated ether blasts would punch holes in shields and armor easily, and the lingering disruption of any struck target's energy fields and systems could spell disaster for the traders.

OOC: My god, do you want me to use Insane Ryoma?

NOW! " Tranus Shouted, as the massive Mobile Armors fired, their Intercepting shots blasting the energy shots with lasers and missile fire, the first of the Ether Lances being blasted away by modified Patriot EX-V Missiles, the ABM weapons modified to work in the far future. "Any Weapon, can be blown away by ABM! Just as the True Prophet, Curtus LeMay, quoted, "Missiles are for Cowards!" he joked, the forward laser arrays raking the other fleets with gigawatt after gigawatt of power.

"OH MY SON OF A KAMI BUDDA" was what was heard from Ryoma's cockpit, as the energy struck the Getter, "CHANGE GETTA 2!" At the last memoen, The getter split into three space craft drifting apart from each other.

"Damnit, I can't get close..OH FUCK THI" Ryoma's outburst was cut off by the KE blasts hitting each of the three spacecraft into each other, manually starting the Open and Change Get sequences. "Thanks you fucking idiots," Ryoma arrogantly broadcast, as the Getter 2 formed from the push in KE, the energy just what the Getter needed to combine into the second form, the Getter Reformed into a mecha which appeared to be more of a drill formation. The Getter was not destroyed, its massive Getter Ray subsystems glowing as it shook rapidly from the blast... but instead, it had a field around it, pure Getter Rays leaking into space. "Have some... GETTA DRILL!" The Getter rushed into a field of drones, the Getter Rays making a drill in front of it, as it tore through several missile barrages threating the real robots. "Mother Fuckers... I want a real fight, not your punk missiles.."

"My GM!" One of the Trantor pilots shouted, his machine transforming into a newer S Gundam, apparently from the influence of the Getter Ray infusion"Now I'm PISSED!" The crazed man shouted, pulling out another one of the subsystems, the Getter Tomawhawk flying into the path of an Ether Lance, refracting the energy into the path of random space garbage. It would rain down on the planet's surface, making it seem like a small comet trail had flown into Terra's night day barrier. It would be the best sunset ever.

The retreating forces smiled, as they switched over to ABM, the Ether lances blasted by missile swarms, laser blasts, or the occasional Mynoskvy Particle Storm. "ABM Targets online... counter with Superweapon Class 1, the Proton Beam.." Tranius thought, but said "The use of that is NOT approved. Instead, use the main core to charge up the Degenerative Drive. We will force them to come to us

Hayate felt her magic start to fade, the Gran Sword's power going away, and the massive Shining Fingeresue claw on her very soul. Instead of retreating, running away, or giving up, she smiled, as she mentally signaled to Reinfrce. "Show her why we don't fight close range.." "Yes Mistress!" The chibified girl smiled, as she adjusted the Granzon's Gravity Drives, and focused, her own magical power on the claw, giving her master enough time to manipulate the newly broken warp through the very damaged part of the warp. Hayate mentally thanked Tranus for that, the excess power giving her just what she needed to start the Granzon up again. "ASTRIGANT!" She began "This is my GRANZON, given to me by Shu-Senpai!"She smacked away the pisonic attack with her own temporary power up,willing her mech to move again, force be damned. "And you...are not as cute as that King of Hearts ^-^"

She made sure to broadcast the emotocon, as she focused a direct point blank gravity burst at the Angel's hand, it now suffering the local constant of g, normally a small number, rise to the same value as the local region of a neutron star "Missy, I'm the queen of the Gravity Matrix... you can't win!" "Yeah! Mistress Hayate is the best!" Reinforce chimed in, as she focused on the damage status to the Granzon. "That Astrigant could have killed us... luckily we has a bit of The Power from the broken timespace. Now... The Granzon's eyes glew, as it suddenly created a wormhole, one of its abilities with gravity. "Lets Go after the real targets!" It fired a burst directly at the now unprotected fleet of mass production fighters and drones, the placed wormhole allowing Hayate just a second to toss in one of the Trantor anti-ship mines. It would make a horrible explosion,
decimating drone groups, as Hayate headed to deal with her two super rivals. "Reinforce.. Lets win, and we can have ice cream at the end!" The chibi's eyes lit up, as she thought.. "Ice... cream... YAY I'll kill em all for some ice-cream!"

Somewhere inside of the Trantor Fleet, Tranus placed his hands together. "Just as planned" the man thought, as he got reports of several Ether bolts escaping the ABM grid. Two medium battleships were down, their main systems shut down. "Lucky, they had backups, and non distrusted power grids, otherwise, they might have hit the planet's surface..." Trranus nodded, ordering the fleet to hold and switch to defensive fire. "They can't get through our grid of Anti-Ship Weaponry.." the man laughed, as he focused on winning this fight.

"What... was that..." One of the Valkyrie pilots proclaimed, as he saw the Getter in front of him. "That... is Getter Robo... There may be no God, Buddha, or All-Spark, but there is Getter..." The Valkyrie quickly focused on his job of intercepting missiles, as he thought of what the new S-Gundam pilot said, the transforming mecha running on several bursts, taking out each with a well aimed shot of his 20mm cannon. "This is insane..." he thought, constantly transforming from battleoid full mech, to destroid partial fighter, flying around the missile swarms, occasional assists from his new Gundam partner helping. "Lets go..."
"We may," began the Valkyrie Pilot
"Not be able to combine..."The Gundam Pilot said
"Have flashy attack moves..." quoted the transforming aircraft
"Or have our own custom mecha, or"
"Paint Schemes... but we real pilots!"
A third Viper pilot continued the chant, finishing off the division of attacking fighters. "AND WE WIN WARS!"
The Trantor were not demoralized, their moral rising as the fight went on.

An extremely foolish error had been committed. The chaos of battle raged around him, but not one attack was directed specifically towards his machine. Axel was free of time-consuming distractions and irritating diversions. He could pick and choose his prey at will, and place them securely in his sights while they were in the midst of their own conflicts, which was a rare and precious advantage in a large-scale engagement such as this.

Naturally, he would exploit it to the fullest.

As the Granzon was busy dealing with the terror that was the Black Angel Metagear, the Soulgain's mighty thrusters flared out, and propelled the comparatively massive U-TIC Super Robot around to the left side of the dark enemy machine, and took up an aggressive stance about thirty meters away.

Axel: "Heh. How careless...you're in my range."

While the Granzon was attempting to counter the Black Angel, Axel made his move. The hazy blue Ether that steadily emanated from the Super Robot's gigantic right hand was dramatically intensified as it formed into a tight fist. Simultaneously, an equal amount of the very same energy was gathered into its other hand, which also clenched into an enormous fist. The Soulgain then brought both arms back, only to suddenly slam both fists together, creating a huge burst of bright blue and white Ether that swirled around its hands like a spiralling galaxy.

Then, with next to no warning, the assault came. In a display of sheer speed and agility that was in no way typical and certainly not expected of such a large machine (the Soulgain stands nearly 14 meters taller than the Granzon, and outweighs it by over 80 metric tons), the White Wraith unleashed hell upon the Granzon. The meager distance of thirty meters was covered in an instant, which would give the already preoccupied Granzon essentially zero time to react to the flurry of devastatingly powerful Ether-enhanced punches that the Soulgain delivered with the deadly speed and precision of a true martial arts master. Over a dozen violently explosive shots were sent into the torso area of the Granzon in the span of no more than three seconds. Each impact would be enough to utterly pulverize the armor of practically any Real Robot, and even some Super Robots. Given the sheer difference in size and mass between the two machines, chances would be slim to nil that the Granzon would be able escape unscathed.

And, that wasn't even the end of it. Immediately after sending out his last physical blow, Axel synchronized himself with his Ether Machine, and let his own power flow freely through the Atrum Phasmatis Engine. As he did so, the Soulgain extended both palms forward, and charged a truly massive sphere of Ether, which grew to a size that was nearly as large as the Granzon itself.

Axel: "Byakko Kou!"

At point-blank range, the huge fleet-shattering ball of super-amplified Ether power was driven directly into the dark machine, with the whole of its energy being indended for the Granzon and the Granzon only. In fact, the entire assault, which carried enough energy to decimate hundreds of individual units and ships if it were to be spread out evenly, was focused into a single target.

Standing somewhat hunched over, with beads of sweat lightly trickling down the sides of his face from the exertion, Axel observed his various monitors in the wake of his vicious onslaught. A split-second stood between him and the satisfaction of seeing the scattered, charred remains of the ruined Granzon...

...provided his attack had succeeded, that is.

As the punches headed to hit the chest of the Granzon Hayate smiled, as she quickly used her newfound power to create a small portal, directly in front of the Granzon's forward armor. The first two punches collided with the gravity enhanced barrier normal barrier, it like the Soulgain punching a massive wall made from actual neutronium. The fists went into the portal, the other end leading to the path of a randomly selected drone, the poor machine exploding faster than a Leo in the area of old WING class Gundams. "He He, Soulgain-kun, I'm the Gravity Controller... you don't even know about thinking with portals, do you..." The Mech glided off, it slightly glowing, as the massive fleet crusher attack headed towards Hayate.

"I am the Master of the Fundemental Force of Gravvity..." Hayate began, her area filling with the dark blue aura of magic, the attack seeming to come in slow motion as her adrenaline pumped with the massive attack filling up her viewscreen. "And.. a silly martial artist won't beat me with a Big Bang attack! SPACE-GRAVITY.... RIPPER!" As a response to the massive fleet buster, the Granzon spun its gravity drive into Supreme Mode, its fingers firing a stream of gravitons at the attack. The Gravitons collided with the local time-space around the Ether, forming for a moment, a small star. The Granzon used this moment to rush backwards, the star's instability causing a massive explosion rivaling a capital ship's core breach. For a single moment in time, it dominated the skies above a small part of Terra, the sheer light bright enough to blind any poor astronaut without proper eye protection in the local space. The Wave Shields went online, protecting the mech from the worst of the blast, as Reinforce scanned the area. "That was odd... I think we broke space again..." "This is going to end up like the end of the Last Fight, isn't it..." Hayate wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, as she focused on calling up another attack. "Yeah, but this is the best, fighting strong fighters.."


"HEY YOU STUPID SONS OF BITCHES!" Ryoma yelled, as he rushed at another series of Ether Rays, the drill's force smashing through the Warp Barrier with a burst of Green. "HAVE SOME... GURREN STYLE... GIGA-DRILL--BREAKER!" The Drill powered Getter 2 smashed through more walls of Ether Bolts, it moving at speeds faster than light thanks to a psudeo Warp Field. "Tranus,, The Getter's Evolutionary Engine.. its active! We may have a Getter rush if this keep up.." The man looked and smiled, "Good. Send Ryoma the codes to activate Getter Dragon and New Getter. We need all the power we can get to fight those .." He looked at the sensor grids, the Astrigant and Soulgan showing up... "S class... machines..."

"Why isn't that thing dead yet?"

The Captain's voice roared across the bridge as he watched the odd mecha launching assault after assault on the Hoplite drones.

"Sorry sir, but the Hammer cannons didn't seem to have the desired effect on it. We're not entirely certain why, though."

"I want it dead. Yesterday. Do it!"

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Ryoma and his Getter mech were in for a nasty surprise. A well placed blast from the nearest of the San Rafael's kinetic cannons spun the robot away from its current targeted drone squadron, while meanwhile those very same drones had regrouped and begun to assault the Getter themselves with a focused barrage from their own kinetic weapons. From all sides the weapons fire came now, plowing into the Getter, the remaining Valkyries and Spitfires, as well as the newly changed Gundam. These were the final remaining Trantor forces on this side of the spatial rip, the remainder of their comrades having retreated back to the relative safety of the larger ships.

Herded together as they were, the group would serve as an easy target for what came next.

On board the San Rafael, a group of twenty crew members sat silently in their chairs, each within inches of the next. In front of them was a single table, with a single silver orb. Wires ran from the orb into the table's surface to disapear within. Each man and woman was an accomplished psychic, a hybrid as they were known within the Empire. And now each of them was utilizing their power in conjunction with the others, creating a specially intended gestalt effect. Each hybrid amplified his neighbors as they joined together, and though the silver orb they channeled that power.

From the orb the power flowed outwards from the ship, into the specially constructed crystal matrix cores of the Hoplite drones. Each of those drones now acted as a passive amplifier and repeated for the telekinetic power being unleashed at that moment. Instead of the crushing force one might expect, the psychics of the San Rafael went the opposite direction. With enough strength to rip apart their own ship, let alone these much smaller vessels, the crewman psychically took hold of the Getter, the Gundam, the fighters, the Valkyries, and any other assorted bits of Trantor small space fighters still within the are of the Meridian Fleet, and pulled in every conceivable direction at once.

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Commander Talen watched in vague wonder as the Trantor's laser barrage was ripped to pieces within the very spatial distortion they had themselves created. The beams were quickly bent and diffused in a myriad of directions with the chaos of that rip, and posed no threat to the Meridian forces at all.

"All units, do not follow any retreating forces, stay with the San Rafael. That is a direct order."

Turning her head slightly, the dark haired woman addressed those on the bridge.

"Continue the Ether Lance barrage. They might be able to stop some of the shots, but others are getting through and their ships are dropping. Randomize target aquisition, make it so they can't guess where the next shot is going."

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As the Granzon was swept aside by the Soulgain's abrupt assault, Iliana pulled back for a moment, running through systems in her head to ensure that the gravity wielding mech hadn't done any actual damage to the metagear. Satisfied, the Knight quickly engaged the CrossGate Paradigm system, tearing the Black Angel from realspace into subspace. For a moment in time the mech would have disapeared from all sensors, only to suddenly reappear some distance away.

Right behind the Granzon, as a matter of fact.

As the Trantor mech was recovering from her own defense, the Black Angel struck from behind. Clawed hands flared with blazing ether streams as they clapped together to either side of the Granzon's head, seeking to tear it off completely. Simultaneously, Iliana slashed forward with both wing scythes. The highly flexible appendages struck from beneath the Angel's arms, their edges glowing fiercely blue with barely restrained photonic energy coursing along their lengths. From either side of the Granzon's hips the wings slashed in at breakneck speed to neatly cut free the machine's lower half.

Zeke looked around as a dome appeared around Wing City. It was magnificent to behold to also chilling to imagine what being was capable of creating such a thing, he just hoped that being was one of his fellow Crimson Knights. Before heading through the hoards of screaming civillians he summoned both of his swords into his hands, Oblivion appeared in his right hand with a puff of darkness and Forge appeared in his left hand with a flash of light. His waist lenght bown hair and the tattered ends of his full lenght light brown coat fluttered blew slightly as he moved. The sleeves had been ripped off his coat years ago, the sleeves often got in his way and Zeke thought they looked stupid anyway so he had ripped them off.

"When are you gonna get your hair cut kid? You look like a girl! And it must get in your way while ya fight, maybe that's why you suck so much ha ha ha."

The voice in his head had returned, the one that just so loved to mock him. The "other" that Zeke longed to be free from, yet deep inside something wouldn't allow him to get rid of this monster. That "something" was not part of the "other", it was part of Zeke which sickened him to no end.

"Shut up! I've fought like this for for 17 years and I don't need you telling me what i do is wrong!"

"Ooooooh the this girl has a set of balls ha ha ha, oh and by the way your only 17 so you can't have fought like that for 17 years like you claim"

"...Not every battle is fought with swords and guns, you'd do well to remeber that"

The "other" remained silent as Zeke continued to shove his way through the crowd.

Serra turned her violet gaze back to the Captain, tapping one long finger against her right thigh.

"Captain, get them ready to move."

With a brisk salute the man was gone, moving to organize the troops into a combat ready formation. Serra herself had begun to stride away, moving to confront the barrier of force that blocked their access to the city. She slowed as she neared it, her eyes traveling over the lengths of columns and rows, studying it. It was a strange magic that fed the spell, one she hadn't encountered before. Yet despite that all magics shared many similarities in their natures, and despite what was unknown much could be understood.

Power flowed and swirled before her gaze, though perhaps to those others that made up the army at her back it wouldn't appear as anything but dead air. Inwardly she marveled at the strange flows and ties of the elemental magics that made up the barrier around the city. For several minutes she stood in silence, studying and analyzing the wall. Then finally, with a nod she began her work.

From her left pocket, Serra withdrew a trio of cards, each inscribed one side with the Ace of Spades, the other with a confusing tangle of arcane inscriptions and symbols, all carefully and painstakingly created to carry the preset flows of Serra's own magic. Silently she began to walk, placing the cards into the ground at the base of the barrier, the Ace of Spades facing her own army while the etchings faced the city. When finished each card was placed at roughly one hundred foot intervals, and Serra stood directly behind the middle card.

Gathering herself and her concentration, the Admonisher unleashed her own spell and that of the three cards in a simultaneous blast of arcane mastery. Hands pressed together before her, Serra let the magic flow through them into the working before her, knowing that the same thing happened at each card, the four spells combing into a singular massive counter-enchantment. White light blossomed into a radiant wave of magic that rolled forward to press against the wall, struggling and surging in time to the Lieutenant's own quiet words.

"Ixio dalmus, metra lo, calin teramos, calcalabim rai!"

As the keystone sigil was spoke, the spell flared and screeched as it threw back the offending barrier, collapsing the weaving of elemental forces back upon itself. To those who created it it would be uncomfortable, surely, but unlike some others of Serra's counter-magics, it would cause them no harm, nor any to the city around them.

Serra sagged as the spell faded, beads of sweat coursing over her flawless skin. Slowly, she straightened, her cybernetically enhanced body helping her to recover from the monumental struggle she had just undergone. That barrier had been the work of multiple people, and overcoming them had been nothing less than a terrible struggle for the SOF Faith Chanter.

The troops moved quickly and efficiently. Their orders were simple: go house to house and cleanr a section three miles deep into the city. Establish control within that area to use as a staging camp to take the rest of the city and seek out the WINGED organization. Unarmed civilians would be taken to a safe zone where they would be out of harm's way.

[OOC: Meh, I'm moving on. Didn't put forth much effort into this either, but it's time for some fighting to get done.]

Inside his mind time flowed rampantly, mere seconds feeling more like years as he waited for his signal. He monitored the conversations taking place amongst Command, keeping himself up to date on the situation so that he could better react to any 'surprises'. With his eyes set on the large beast outside the city, Raikar cocked the hammer of the Deathguise, an instantaneous influx of raw kinetic distortion rocking the very foundation of the ground he stood upon, his lips curling ever slightly at what he was about to unleash upon this city.

Gale force winds whipped at him from the rear, the result of the crashing transport pod of what appeared to be an unknown. Across the network abroad there was no mention of any more arriving forces by drop, which therefore made them an instant target. Much unlike the Enforcer, he reconsidered his plan of attack, dropping his gun-arm to his side, the ground violently exploding in a straight line following its barrel as a testament of what was soon to come. He turned his back to the assembled forces outside the city to consider attacking their newest arrival, as he slowly walked back toward the city.

Raikar: "So the Admonishers make their appearance after all eh Lieutenant? Tell me, is your Colonel on his way?"

Engage: Program Code 8-4-0 N

The Enforcer had bided his time for far too long, it was time to carry out an attack and kick this 'war' off to a hellacious start. His legs surged with tremendous energy as the gun toting swordsman vanished, leaving only his footsteps behind. It took no longer than five seconds to cover the distance between him and the small cluster of enemies in the city, the man appearing a short ten meters shy. A dense haze of smoke enveloped the street where the crash landing took place, poorly concealing the location of the pod and its guardians. It was no trouble at all for the Knight to see right through it, his eyes telling him everything. There were four creatures in total, with a fifth at the center of the oddity the other four were protecting. His hand involuntarily choked the grip of his pistol, the kinetic disturbance intensifying ever more as he stood in complete silence.

Unlike some crazy schizo with voices in their head, Raikar's head was barren of all thought inside. The information he was absorbing was done so in a manner that was difficult to explain, though there was no need for it to be spelt out at the moment anyhow. All in due time. The powerful 8-4-0 N program was well in effect now, the rolling smoke coming to an abrupt stop as the very air the inhabitants of Terra breathed was frozen on the molecular level, inducing dangerously cold temperatures that were concentrated on the immediate three-block area he was located. The moisture naturally collected on his skin crystalized, forming a uniform sheet of frost across his person holding trace amounts of nanotechnology that far exceeded that of the Empire's, it's purpose wholly unknown.

Oddly, the Kinetic Disturbance emanating from the Deathguise was no longer detected, the weapon being raised to aim with the one creature situated directly in front of him. Clearly the environmental effect the Knight had created was of no bother, moving ever freely, but chances were the same couldn't be said for these Unfortunate Ones. The ghostly click of the trigger mechanism releasing echoed in the 'Dead Space', before the shattering crack of an H.V.A.P round hurtling through at in-excess of Mach 8 velocity dominated the three block radius. No mistaking it, Raikar was bringing his A-Game today as the creature, along with its pathetic shield, were offered complete annihilation.

The Deathguise's chamber rotated 360-degrees, thousands of audible clicks torturing the Dead Space as the next round was prepped. The demon laughed.