Super Robot Wars: Calamitous Dawn

Mazin Kiryu

Notorious
Steiner decides to grant Kane's request. Certainly, something interesting would come up from their interaction. Or so he thought.

"Sure thing. We'll have him brought here in no time. Where's the second pilot, Orban?

Orban was absorbed into a menial task: Hard focused on properly tying up the laces of his boots that somehow came loose during his tendencies to rush through the pathways of the military base to carry out his duties. He was excruciatingly slow at it also: One would think that at this point, the simple act of tying up a boot should come naturally.

"... Attention, soldier!" Steiner demanded.

Orban's stance suddenly jolted as he slammed his palms against the side of his thighs and stood ramrod straight.

"Yes, sir!"

"Where is the other pilot?"

"He is just outside the office, sir. Waiting for permission to enter."

Steiner blinks a few times then slightly shrugs.

"Bring him in, then."

And then Tyzell was brought before the group and Shinkai can't help but notice the young man's choice in attire, slightly grimacing at the fact that he was no longer the least decently dressed person in the room.

"...Not the look I was expecting."

Stella on the other hand just stares, her dull red eyes drilling into Tyzell. Cold and dismissive, clearly not a big fan of how he looked or how he carried himself. Rather, just from looking at him that she could tell that he was a ruffian and that he would not be worth any of her valuable time to deal with. Speaking of... It was starting to get grating that her company's official business was being delayed by these unexpected arrivals and the way the Colonel was treating everything like it was no big deal.
Kane would turn to see who was the pilot.. only to be left surprise as he commented on Shinkai comment..

“Agree yet.. who are you?” Kane said as he expected someone else and hope it was somebody he knew at least, this guy on the other hand? Just left him with questions.

“Your Mazinger Z pilot?” Kane said calmly, as given the state he also in, this new guy could be a alternate universe Kouji for all he care.
 

sir_fire

Distinguished
@Sigismund @Crimson Dragoon @Cavaliere @The Ancient Purple



As the four strangers tried to determine their next course of action, fate itself decides to make their choice for them when the morning sky abruptly got brighter, not enough to overpower the sun high above but enough to give pause to the quartet. If they were to look up to see what had caused this commotion, they would be met with what appeared to be a second sun, no not a sun rather... A shooting star or in less flowery terms: A big fucking meteor and judging from how large the corona of flame around it was: A very big fucking meteor. And the thing looked like it was going to impact the general region the quartet were standing on...

However, if one of them remained calm enough to not panic at the very sight of what was going to be imminent death and tackle the situation with rationality and calmness, they would notice that the meteor seemed to be going quite slowly and that the direction it was going in was all wrong; way too shallow and in a manner that to those familiar with interstellar travel, would recognize near-instantly as the optimal angle for spacecraft to reenter the atmosphere of an Earth-like planet, extremely odd for what appeared to be a space rock that had been captured by gravity...
 
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Sigismund

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@Sigismund @Crimson Dragoon @Cavaliere @The Ancient Purple



As the four strangers tried to determine their next course of action, fate itself decides to make their choice for them when the morning sky abruptly got brighter, not enough to overpower the sun high above but enough to give pause to the quartet. If they were to look up to see what had caused this commotion, they would be met with what appeared to be a second sun, no not a sun rather... A shooting star or in less flowery terms: A big fucking meteor and judging from how large the corona of flame around it was: A very big fucking meteor. And the thing looked like it was going to impact the general region the quartet were standing on...

However, if one of them remained calm enough to not panic at the very sight of what was going to be imminent death and tackle the situation with rationality and calmness, they would notice that the meteor seemed to be going quite slowly and that the direction it was going in was all wrong; way too shallow and in a manner that to those familiar with interstellar travel, would recognize near-instantly as the optimal angle for spacecraft to reenter the atmosphere of an Earth-like planet, extremely odd for what appeared to be a space rock that had been captured by gravity...

Ignus's senses picked up the increasing light dropping down onto us, his sensors adjusting to focus on the source of the light.

In the cornea of fire, was a large meteor.

While I have witnessed several nuclear explosions at what I would consider still "way too close than I had any right to be", and witnessed a Cyclonic Torpedo in use (from an uncomfortably low orbit thanks to them apparently wanting to also collect energy for Quake shells at that time), a meteor was new. However something was off, so I refocused our scan.

And according to Ignus's Anti Air Control Fire brackets, the meteor wasn't crashing down onto the planet. That made a suprising amount of sense despite what I was witnessing. After all, if it was doing that with how fast objects move in space, that would have been a far more immediate problem than what we were presented with. Instead it seemed to be trying for reentery.

In a vain hope, I sent out a general ping on channels towards the object. This was a controlled decent, maybe the controller was upon the meteor.

And after the ping, I once more extended my mind to see of this was instead of a psychic nature rather than that of the machine.
 

Crimson Dragoon

Exceptional
@Sigismund @Crimson Dragoon @Cavaliere @The Ancient Purple



As the four strangers tried to determine their next course of action, fate itself decides to make their choice for them when the morning sky abruptly got brighter, not enough to overpower the sun high above but enough to give pause to the quartet. If they were to look up to see what had caused this commotion, they would be met with what appeared to be a second sun, no not a sun rather... A shooting star or in less flowery terms: A big fucking meteor and judging from how large the corona of flame around it was: A very big fucking meteor. And the thing looked like it was going to impact the general region the quartet were standing on...

However, if one of them remained calm enough to not panic at the very sight of what was going to be imminent death and tackle the situation with rationality and calmness, they would notice that the meteor seemed to be going quite slowly and that the direction it was going in was all wrong; way too shallow and in a manner that to those familiar with interstellar travel, would recognize near-instantly as the optimal angle for spacecraft to reenter the atmosphere of an Earth-like planet, extremely odd for what appeared to be a space rock that had been captured by gravity...

While everyone was discussing and pondering their next course of action, a giant meteor descended out of nowhere, and was about to crash in an area all too close to them. A part of him almost panicked and was about to try get away while telling the rest to do the same. But considering its size, they probably wouldn’t have gotten away unscathed from the shockwaves of its impact, if they weren’t outright killed. But Daniel noticed something odd about the meteor. Namely, its relatively low velocity and its angle…all too similar to a ship about to make a crash landing.

Before he decides to make any movement towards it, Daniel checks his sensor readings, looking for anything really strange or perhaps, something actually familiar…
 

TrickOLF

Active member
Steiner decides to grant Kane's request. Certainly, something interesting would come up from their interaction. Or so he thought.

"Sure thing. We'll have him brought here in no time. Where's the second pilot, Orban?

Orban was absorbed into a menial task: Hard focused on properly tying up the laces of his boots that somehow came loose during his tendencies to rush through the pathways of the military base to carry out his duties. He was excruciatingly slow at it also: One would think that at this point, the simple act of tying up a boot should come naturally.

"... Attention, soldier!" Steiner demanded.

Orban's stance suddenly jolted as he slammed his palms against the side of his thighs and stood ramrod straight.

"Yes, sir!"

"Where is the other pilot?"

"He is just outside the office, sir. Waiting for permission to enter."

Steiner blinks a few times then slightly shrugs.

"Bring him in, then."

And then Tyzell was brought before the group and Shinkai can't help but notice the young man's choice in attire, slightly grimacing at the fact that he was no longer the least decently dressed person in the room.

"...Not the look I was expecting."

Stella on the other hand just stares, her dull red eyes drilling into Tyzell. Cold and dismissive, clearly not a big fan of how he looked or how he carried himself. Rather, just from looking at him that she could tell that he was a ruffian and that he would not be worth any of her valuable time to deal with. Speaking of... It was starting to get grating that her company's official business was being delayed by these unexpected arrivals and the way the Colonel was treating everything like it was no big deal.

Kane would turn to see who was the pilot.. only to be left surprise as he commented on Shinkai comment..

“Agree yet.. who are you?” Kane said as he expected someone else and hope it was somebody he knew at least, this guy on the other hand? Just left him with questions.

“Your Mazinger Z pilot?” Kane said calmly, as given the state he also in, this new guy could be a alternate universe Kouji for all he care.

After a while of getting frisked (of which they found like, solidly nothing on me, duh), I was escorted on over to the office and I was told to wait for a while.

So I waited, sleeping a bit before I was being called out into the office.

And so I went in, and I saw quite a few people. The old guy is obviously the commander of this place. Just got that vibe from him...

The two I saw earlier, now that I got a closer look at them, I KNEW I saw them somewhere before. They look, no, they are 1:1 lookalikes of Stella and Ikki from Better Asterisk War-I mean Chivalry of a Failed Knight. Holy shit!

They must be alternates though, because the vibe I'm getting from them is not the same...and they're not even lovey dovey to each other.

Though, in all fairness, at least a sort of alternate universe is possible.

I raise my scarf though, to hide my mouth.

"Jeez, tough crowd, I didn't choose to look like this when I wake up." I jested, rolling my eyes as another person questioned me.

...and he's someone who knows about Mazinger Z. Oh boy.

"Uh, yeah. Tyzell Brenner, college student and as of now, yes, current pilot of the Mazinger Z. Though, it's more so of an 'fell into the cockpit' intern situation." I introduced myself.

"You know about Mazinger Z, though? That's odd...everyone here looked at the thing as if it never existed." I wondered.
 

Mazin Kiryu

Notorious
After a while of getting frisked (of which they found like, solidly nothing on me, duh), I was escorted on over to the office and I was told to wait for a while.

So I waited, sleeping a bit before I was being called out into the office.

And so I went in, and I saw quite a few people. The old guy is obviously the commander of this place. Just got that vibe from him...

The two I saw earlier, now that I got a closer look at them, I KNEW I saw them somewhere before. They look, no, they are 1:1 lookalikes of Stella and Ikki from Better Asterisk War-I mean Chivalry of a Failed Knight. Holy shit!

They must be alternates though, because the vibe I'm getting from them is not the same...and they're not even lovey dovey to each other.

Though, in all fairness, at least a sort of alternate universe is possible.

I raise my scarf though, to hide my mouth.

"Jeez, tough crowd, I didn't choose to look like this when I wake up." I jested, rolling my eyes as another person questioned me.

...and he's someone who knows about Mazinger Z. Oh boy.

"Uh, yeah. Tyzell Brenner, college student and as of now, yes, current pilot of the Mazinger Z. Though, it's more so of an 'fell into the cockpit' intern situation." I introduced myself.

"You know about Mazinger Z, though? That's odd...everyone here looked at the thing as if it never existed." I wondered.
Kane would listen and be.. surprise as he didn’t knew how to really respond but then again.. his dad was 18 when he first piloted Great and Kouji was 16 when he piloted Z so he couldn’t judge Tyzell on age, as he then went to answer his question.

“Well it because I’m Kane Honoo, Pilot of Great Mazinger, and Mazinger Z just happen to be my Uncle mech, who I’m sure you know who he is.”

Kane said as if Tyzell took a closer look, Kane would be wearing the identical pilot suit that Tetsuya wore but instead of Orange and Red, it was black and blue, to match Great color scheme while having a similar hairstyle to both Tetsuya and Jun.
 

Cavaliere

Notorious
Kazuki was quick to acknowledge the new information being provided by the three other fellow pilots. The knight scion had the most uncommon name, but it was nothing he wouldn't manage. Danei Sorenson from the Federation Army and William 'Liam' Tinmall was easier to wrap his head around. With their introduction out of the way, he figured it was time for his introduction.

"My name is Kazuki Shigematsu. Leading Corporal of Japan's Self Defense Forces. Speaking of anomalies... Yes. I vaguely remember encountering something uncanny shortly before passing out and waking up here. I must agree that I think our best move here is to stick together but..."

The man paused once more to double check his computer's results and attempt to map everything within a couple miles radius from his position. And... Nothing was found whatsoever, which was incredibly concerning.

"Don't wanna crush anyone's hopes, but it turns out we're in the middle of nowhere, folks. I tried scouting the perimeter within, and it turns out there aren't any signs of human civilization nearby. Hope you got some extra food and water in you cause we might be stranded out here for a while."

"Well corporal, since we have some time here, can you tell us anything about the anomaly you encountered? I asked the same question to Liam and for him, it was apparently some sort of singularity."

"In that case, unless more contacts appear, I finding the closest source of water would probably be the best bet. How far out can anytone's scans detect, especially those who can fly? That may help cut down scouting time drastically."

"Man... It was weird as heck... My memory is quite hazy on the details, but a 'singularity' might be a fitting description. I tried to analyze the anomaly when I first encountered it with my third eye but... All I saw was a mess and complete nonsense. I swear to God that something evil was creeping out of it as well, almost as if it was... Calling out to me? Trying to reach me? But so far, no sign of whatever that was when I woke up here."
William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
So we were in the middle of nowhere, far away from any place we could resupply and with only what we had at the moment of the... abduction, to work with.
While the Null had a virtually perpetual generator for power, the companions Liam found himself with had more limitations in that regard.
Even so, even if power wasn't an issue, fuel to power the thrusters was instead: due to how much he flew before, he had just above half capacity in the tanks, making his air mobility severely limited and the pack just a waste of space.

They had to do something, the Knight seemed to have the best idea, but Liam had no experience with survival in a desert!
This was madness, how could they...
@Sigismund @Crimson Dragoon @Cavaliere @The Ancient Purple



As the four strangers tried to determine their next course of action, fate itself decides to make their choice for them when the morning sky abruptly got brighter, not enough to overpower the sun high above but enough to give pause to the quartet. If they were to look up to see what had caused this commotion, they would be met with what appeared to be a second sun, no not a sun rather... A shooting star or in less flowery terms: A big fucking meteor and judging from how large the corona of flame around it was: A very big fucking meteor. And the thing looked like it was going to impact the general region the quartet were standing on...

However, if one of them remained calm enough to not panic at the very sight of what was going to be imminent death and tackle the situation with rationality and calmness, they would notice that the meteor seemed to be going quite slowly and that the direction it was going in was all wrong; way too shallow and in a manner that to those familiar with interstellar travel, would recognize near-instantly as the optimal angle for spacecraft to reenter the atmosphere of an Earth-like planet, extremely odd for what appeared to be a space rock that had been captured by gravity...

And, once again like clockwork, problems piled up with no rest in sight.

"A Meteor? From one of the singularities? The point of impact is quite close, maybe with some calculations, I could determine the blast radius? Wait, no it wouldn't be useful at all, we need to go away from the potential crater regardless. How fast can you fly? What do we do?"

Clearly, Liam was not the person to consider the situation with rationality and calmness, not right after being stranded and without help.
 

The Ancient Purple

Active member
Ignus's senses picked up the increasing light dropping down onto us, his sensors adjusting to focus on the source of the light.

In the cornea of fire, was a large meteor.

While I have witnessed several nuclear explosions at what I would consider still "way too close than I had any right to be", and witnessed a Cyclonic Torpedo in use (from an uncomfortably low orbit thanks to them apparently wanting to also collect energy for Quake shells at that time), a meteor was new. However something was off, so I refocused our scan.

And according to Ignus's Anti Air Control Fire brackets, the meteor wasn't crashing down onto the planet. That made a suprising amount of sense despite what I was witnessing. After all, if it was doing that with how fast objects move in space, that would have been a far more immediate problem than what we were presented with. Instead it seemed to be trying for reentery.

In a vain hope, I sent out a general ping on channels towards the object. This was a controlled decent, maybe the controller was upon the meteor.

And after the ping, I once more extended my mind to see of this was instead of a psychic nature rather than that of the machine.

While everyone was discussing and pondering their next course of action, a giant meteor descended out of nowhere, and was about to crash in an area all too close to them. A part of him almost panicked and was about to try get away while telling the rest to do the same. But considering its size, they probably wouldn’t have gotten away unscathed from the shockwaves of its impact, if they weren’t outright killed. But Daniel noticed something odd about the meteor. Namely, its relatively low velocity and its angle…all too similar to a ship about to make a crash landing.

Before he decides to make any movement towards it, Daniel checks his sensor readings, looking for anything really strange or perhaps, something actually familiar…

William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
So we were in the middle of nowhere, far away from any place we could resupply and with only what we had at the moment of the... abduction, to work with.
While the Null had a virtually perpetual generator for power, the companions Liam found himself with had more limitations in that regard.
Even so, even if power wasn't an issue, fuel to power the thrusters was instead: due to how much he flew before, he had just above half capacity in the tanks, making his air mobility severely limited and the pack just a waste of space.

They had to do something, the Knight seemed to have the best idea, but Liam had no experience with survival in a desert!
This was madness, how could they...

And, once again like clockwork, problems piled up with no rest in sight.

"A Meteor? From one of the singularities? The point of impact is quite close, maybe with some calculations, I could determine the blast radius? Wait, no it wouldn't be useful at all, we need to go away from the potential crater regardless. How fast can you fly? What do we do?"

Clearly, Liam was not the person to consider the situation with rationality and calmness, not right after being stranded and without help.
Kazuki was getting absorbed into the task of finding an oasis for shelter and water like he was some sort of living dousing rod, when suddenly his focus abruptly shifted on account of a new disturbance in the form of the descending meteorite. On sheer reflex, he whipped his head to the skies above to look at the incoming fireball.

The boy's eyebrows frowned at the sight of something he couldn't quite comprehend yet, as the shape and form of the meteorite were obfuscated by the corona. However, as it beckoned closer... He could see and comprehend the celestial object's highly peculiar angle and velocity, for he's had his fair share of experiences with starships and interstellar travel.

He was unaware whether or not his three situational companions had the ability to do so; but he could certainly not do anything to even attempt to prevent the object from its fatal descent. Therefore his first instinct was to seek cover from the impact's shockwave and rain of superheated ejecta, let the unidentified object crash and then investigate when the sands have cooled.
 

sir_fire

Distinguished
Ignus's senses picked up the increasing light dropping down onto us, his sensors adjusting to focus on the source of the light.

In the cornea of fire, was a large meteor.

While I have witnessed several nuclear explosions at what I would consider still "way too close than I had any right to be", and witnessed a Cyclonic Torpedo in use (from an uncomfortably low orbit thanks to them apparently wanting to also collect energy for Quake shells at that time), a meteor was new. However something was off, so I refocused our scan.

And according to Ignus's Anti Air Control Fire brackets, the meteor wasn't crashing down onto the planet. That made a suprising amount of sense despite what I was witnessing. After all, if it was doing that with how fast objects move in space, that would have been a far more immediate problem than what we were presented with. Instead it seemed to be trying for reentery.

In a vain hope, I sent out a general ping on channels towards the object. This was a controlled decent, maybe the controller was upon the meteor.

And after the ping, I once more extended my mind to see of this was instead of a psychic nature rather than that of the machine.
While everyone was discussing and pondering their next course of action, a giant meteor descended out of nowhere, and was about to crash in an area all too close to them. A part of him almost panicked and was about to try get away while telling the rest to do the same. But considering its size, they probably wouldn’t have gotten away unscathed from the shockwaves of its impact, if they weren’t outright killed. But Daniel noticed something odd about the meteor. Namely, its relatively low velocity and its angle…all too similar to a ship about to make a crash landing.

Before he decides to make any movement towards it, Daniel checks his sensor readings, looking for anything really strange or perhaps, something actually familiar…
William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
So we were in the middle of nowhere, far away from any place we could resupply and with only what we had at the moment of the... abduction, to work with.
While the Null had a virtually perpetual generator for power, the companions Liam found himself with had more limitations in that regard.
Even so, even if power wasn't an issue, fuel to power the thrusters was instead: due to how much he flew before, he had just above half capacity in the tanks, making his air mobility severely limited and the pack just a waste of space.

They had to do something, the Knight seemed to have the best idea, but Liam had no experience with survival in a desert!
This was madness, how could they...

And, once again like clockwork, problems piled up with no rest in sight.

"A Meteor? From one of the singularities? The point of impact is quite close, maybe with some calculations, I could determine the blast radius? Wait, no it wouldn't be useful at all, we need to go away from the potential crater regardless. How fast can you fly? What do we do?"

Clearly, Liam was not the person to consider the situation with rationality and calmness, not right after being stranded and without help.
Kazuki was getting absorbed into the task of finding an oasis for shelter and water like he was some sort of living dousing rod, when suddenly his focus abruptly shifted on account of a new disturbance in the form of the descending meteorite. On sheer reflex, he whipped his head to the skies above to look at the incoming fireball.

The boy's eyebrows frowned at the sight of something he couldn't quite comprehend yet, as the shape and form of the meteorite were obfuscated by the corona. However, as it beckoned closer... He could see and comprehend the celestial object's highly peculiar angle and velocity, for he's had his fair share of experiences with starships and interstellar travel.

He was unaware whether or not his three situational companions had the ability to do so; but he could certainly not do anything to even attempt to prevent the object from its fatal descent. Therefore his first instinct was to seek cover from the impact's shockwave and rain of superheated ejecta, let the unidentified object crash and then investigate when the sands have cooled.
As the "meteor" streaked across the sky, its fateful impact with the surface growing closer and closer with every moment, the quartet's questions regarding the unidentified object would soon be answered once they get a good view of its side: While the corona still made it fairly difficult to make out, it became clear that the shooting star was in fact a spaceship, an utterly cyclopean one, roughly multiple kilometers in length if one were to eyeball it and from its shape and seemed to sport what appeared to be a ram upon its bow, like that of a Trireme. Very strange...

However, to the Mechanicus Questor; the sight of the stricken ship would instead bring despair rather than confusion as just from its silhouette, it would be identified as an Imperial Navy Lunar-Class Cruiser and for a vessel of its size to resort to atmospheric reentry, would mean that something terribly wrong has happened to it.

Very, very wrong by the fact that there was no response from the ship, hopefully, due to the bridge crew being too busy to reply and not because they were dead... Or worse. His psychic scrying however yielded a much less ambiguous but still worrisome result: A wailing cacophony of pain and misery from stray warpspawn clinging to the ship's hull like barnacles as they burned away into nothingness before the planet's atmosphere, one of the first signs of a Gellar Field failure... He can only hope that the infestation was only skin-deep lest the ship and whatever misbegotten horrors have taken root inside end up damning the entire planet.
 
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sippinggp

Active member
Akira Fudo
Unknown Cavern, somewhere beneath the Alps




Hellfire. Pain. Death. Drenching himself in the blood of demons. A blur of hatred and violence. Moments of assumed respite interrupted by sudden death, resurrection, and more violence. An endless cycle of demonic slaughter and a peal of wicked laughter that could not have belonged to him.

Suddenly there was darkness. Small rows of lights contrasted the inky blackness. Akira's eyes adjusted slowly, coming to find himself in a sort of cockpit. Where was he? His last memories were of the final battle. The Devilman Corps was annihilated. His death at Ryo...no, at Satan's hand. The taste of blood. A blur of rage, fire, pain, and violence. He had gone to Hell, he remembered that, but only vaguely. Like the memories were somehow locked just out of his mind's reach. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. All of his memories came rushing back. The demon invasion, Tare and Miki's deaths. The death of his subordinates in the Devilman Corps. Ryo's betrayal. Like they were fresh wounds they all filled him with a sense of sorrow and for a moment he wept.

When his moment of grief passed he returned to the callous demeanor he had adopted since his transformation into the Devilman. Akira surveyed the 'cockpit' eyeing several control panels and yokes. Pressing a few keys at random yielded naught until a hatch slightly above him hissed open, and revealed more darkness. His Demonic eyes adjusted and what lay before him was some sort of cavern. Piles of rubble and scrapped robots were scattered across the ground. Some appeared to be humanoid, others seemed more like tanks. What truly shocked him was when he decided to investigate what he had woken up in.

A gigantic white-and-red robot, with horn (or bunny ear) like protrusions from its head, and an odd set of golden eyes. Its chest was damaged, seemingly having been pierced by something. One of its hands was missing and it seemed to be in bad shape. He had emerged just below its neck, around 45 meters from the ground below (the machine was sat against a massive wall of stone). He channeled the energy that flowed through his veins and felt the all-too-familiar transformation take hold. His large wings unfurled. He pushed off of the robot with his hairy legs and fluttered down to the ground.

But as soon as he had transformed, and turned back, it was almost like the machine began to...regenerate? The broken parts were patched up slowly. He crossed his arms as he looked up at it. Now the major issues were repaired. It was not a pretty sight, though, as its rusted and scratched armor left quite a lot to be desired. He flew back up, returning to human form and sitting in the cockpit. Grabbing the dual control sticks, he wiggled them, to little result. The thing seemed to be out of juice. Nothing he did worked, and that shook the traumatized Devilman to the core, sending him into a brief fit of rage. In an instant, he unconsciously transformed and slammed a fist into the control panel.

Everything lit up, the multiple viewscreens powered on and revealed a detailed view. A startup sequence ran checking damages and pilot compatibility and the sort. Confused, he pushed one of the sticks. The mecha lurched forward and reached its right arm out. A name appeared above the display, written in red characters. Getter Robo. That must have been this thing's name. The Getter Robo slowly moved as Akira tried to get the hang of it. This would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a manual.

After a few minutes of tinkering, he discovered that some of the keys were crudely labeled. 'Getter Tomahawk', 'Getter Beam', 'Getter Wing'. He instinctively pushed the button for the 'Getter Beam'. An intense burst of green energy emitted from the mecha's chest, shooting out and sending the mecha sailing onto its back. The beam drilled into the ceiling, shooting upwards, digging through rock and slate until it pierced the surface. Rubble rained down as the piercing rays of the sun came down. Pressing the 'Getter Wing' key, a large cape unfurled from the machine's back, and before he could react, he was flying up and out of the cavern.

"Shinjarenai..."

The view from up in the sky was something. And then he realized. He was in the sky. He was in the sky and he didn't know how to land.

"KUSOOOOO!"
 

Sigismund

Moderator
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As the "meteor" streaked across the sky, its fateful impact with the surface growing closer and closer with every moment, the quartet's questions regarding the unidentified object would soon be answered once they get a good view of its side: While the corona still made it fairly difficult to make out, it became clear that the shooting star was in fact a spaceship, an utterly cyclopean one, roughly multiple kilometers in length if one were to eyeball it and from its shape and seemed to sport what appeared to be a ram upon its bow, like that of a Trireme. Very strange...

However, to the Mechanicus Questor; the sight of the stricken ship would instead bring despair rather than confusion as just from its silhouette, it would be identified as an Imperial Navy Lunar-Class Cruiser and for a vessel of its size to resort to atmospheric reentry, would mean that something terribly wrong has happened to it.

Very, very wrong by the fact that there was no response from the ship, hopefully, due to the bridge crew being too busy to reply and not because they were dead... Or worse. His psychic scrying however yielded a much less ambiguous but still worrisome result: A wailing cacophony of pain and misery from stray warpspawn clinging to the ship's hull like barnacles as they burned away into nothingness before the planet's atmosphere, one of the first signs of a Gellar Field failure... He can only hope that the infestation was only skin-deep lest the ship and whatever misbegotten horrors have taken root inside end up damning the entire planet.
"Well it seems I may have tempted fate. That crashing meteor is actually a Lunar Class Cruiser. More disturbingly I sense the presence of the Deamonic, distinctive and unmistakable. They must be destroyed before they affect this planet, even un inhabited as it may seem to be thusfar, it can merely become a staging ground if they are not stopped. If they were able to overcome the crew on-board, they would have possibly enough sacrifices along with the deamons they have here to have a shot at turning this planet into a Deamon world."

"We must destroy all traces of the demonic there, including any tainted crew. The taint of Deamons can linger with the direct contact they have no doubt had. The only hope for their souls is for the cleaning fire of the Omnissiah's Blood. There is no time to waste, as for deamons Time is merely something they look in upon."

"Also Kazuki, do not under any circumstances attempt to obverse them or use your psychic powers on them. If you have any psychic defenses, put them up now. Even with that stay at the extreme range of your weapons. If you do not, focus your will, keep your soul inside your Knight, ignore the voices, do not let them touch you, and pray. Faith is all that will protect you."

With those words said, Ignus took off at a dead sprint over the sands.

It was a mere thought that passed thought my mind as we took point. The last memories I had was coming down in a combat drop from space to combat the deamonic.
Let's hope the Lunar's previous occupant wasn't a Rouge Trader and dropped the Torpedo tubes. Without that modification, hauling Battle Titans wouldn't have enough cargo space to be stored, so they couldn't have a corrupted Battle Titan on board. Possibly a traitor Warhound, or Knights comparable to my own, but certainly no Imperator or Warmonger.
 

Crimson Dragoon

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As the "meteor" streaked across the sky, its fateful impact with the surface growing closer and closer with every moment, the quartet's questions regarding the unidentified object would soon be answered once they get a good view of its side: While the corona still made it fairly difficult to make out, it became clear that the shooting star was in fact a spaceship, an utterly cyclopean one, roughly multiple kilometers in length if one were to eyeball it and from its shape and seemed to sport what appeared to be a ram upon its bow, like that of a Trireme. Very strange...

However, to the Mechanicus Questor; the sight of the stricken ship would instead bring despair rather than confusion as just from its silhouette, it would be identified as an Imperial Navy Lunar-Class Cruiser and for a vessel of its size to resort to atmospheric reentry, would mean that something terribly wrong has happened to it.

Very, very wrong by the fact that there was no response from the ship, hopefully, due to the bridge crew being too busy to reply and not because they were dead... Or worse. His psychic scrying however yielded a much less ambiguous but still worrisome result: A wailing cacophony of pain and misery from stray warpspawn clinging to the ship's hull like barnacles as they burned away into nothingness before the planet's atmosphere, one of the first signs of a Gellar Field failure... He can only hope that the infestation was only skin-deep lest the ship and whatever misbegotten horrors have taken root inside end up damning the entire planet.
The sensor readings were strange. As expected in the first place, the signals were unfamiliar. Then its energy readings kept fluctuating and vanished entirely, as if it wanted to be kept hidden. Unusual for sure.

As the “meteor” kept descending, Daniel got a closer look at it. It was indeed a spacecraft, a very large one the likes of which he hasn’t seen before. From what he could tell of its appearance, it looked like a…flying cathedral? Daniel didn’t know what to make of it until one of his group spoke up.
"Well it seems I may have tempted fate. That crashing meteor is actually a Lunar Class Cruiser. More disturbingly I sense the presence of the Deamonic, distinctive and unmistakable. They must be destroyed before they affect this planet, even un inhabited as it may seem to be thusfar, it can merely become a staging ground if they are not stopped. If they were able to overcome the crew on-board, they would have possibly enough sacrifices along with the deamons they have here to have a shot at turning this planet into a Deamon world."

"We must destroy all traces of the demonic there, including any tainted crew. The taint of Deamons can linger with the direct contact they have no doubt had. The only hope for their souls is for the cleaning fire of the Omnissiah's Blood. There is no time to waste, as for deamons Time is merely something they look in upon."

"Also Kazuki, do not under any circumstances attempt to obverse them or use your psychic powers on them. If you have any psychic defenses, put them up now. Even with that stay at the extreme range of your weapons. If you do not, focus your will, keep your soul inside your Knight, ignore the voices, do not let them touch you, and pray. Faith is all that will protect you."

With those words said, Ignus took off at a dead sprint over the sands.

It was a mere thought that passed thought my mind as we took point. The last memories I had was coming down in a combat drop from space to combat the deamonic.
Let's hope the Lunar's previous occupant wasn't a Rouge Trader and dropped the Torpedo tubes. Without that modification, hauling Battle Titans wouldn't have enough cargo space to be stored, so they couldn't have a corrupted Battle Titan on board. Possibly a traitor Warhound, or Knights comparable to my own, but certainly no Imperator or Warmonger.
So it was a hostile after all, likely involving powers that can warp the mind. The struggles against Epsilon made him aware of such things, as well as the events of the Amalgamation, though he’s only heard and read stories of the latter.

Daniel took flight to get a bird’s eye view of the area, and followed Velrin’s general direction.

“You’re going to have to explain a bit more. What exactly are we facing here?” he asked.
 

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The sensor readings were strange. As expected in the first place, the signals were unfamiliar. Then its energy readings kept fluctuating and vanished entirely, as if it wanted to be kept hidden. Unusual for sure.

As the “meteor” kept descending, Daniel got a closer look at it. It was indeed a spacecraft, a very large one the likes of which he hasn’t seen before. From what he could tell of its appearance, it looked like a…flying cathedral? Daniel didn’t know what to make of it until one of his group spoke up.

So it was a hostile after all, likely involving powers that can warp the mind. The struggles against Epsilon made him aware of such things, as well as the events of the Amalgamation, though he’s only heard and read stories of the latter.

Daniel took flight to get a bird’s eye view of the area, and followed Velrin’s general direction.

“You’re going to have to explain a bit more. What exactly are we facing here?” he asked.
Isn't that a question I have heard far too often. Warpspawn clung to the side of the ship, even the fires of reentry wasnt enough to dissuade all of them from trying to burrow in. That already said quite a bit about how hard to put down they were.

However with the Lunar Class now very much in range for Low Orbit Communications, I sent Inquisitioial comms overrides to try and connect to any still active Imperial networks.

But as that was happening, I voiced my reply to his question.
"On the hull of the ship, a few of them are still clinging on and trying to get inside of meters and meters of hardened metal thats right now holding up to reentry into a 1G Gravity Well despite being Kilometers large. Even with how slow they are coming down, those fires should be a testimonial to their endurance and resistance agaisnt the purely physical. Have Faith in your weapons, thats what will see you through. I do not know how many are inside the ship or exactly what to except in terms of what will be attacking us, I am trying to contact any systems and surviving Imperial Com networks on-board, but the reentry may hamper those for a minute.
As for what to expect from them in attack, like I said expect false promises, soft seemingly innocent touches to your mind. Expect whispered and honeyed lies that promise you pleasure in return for your soul. Ignore them. As soon as you see a horrific abomination, shoot it and keep shooting it until its gone. Not "until its dead" deamons don't die, so don't fall for any not moving bodies. Don't stop firing until the body is gone, and you will know when it is gone, your very soul will tell you. Even those of us blessed enough not to be psychic will know. "

At this point, the light of the Cruiser had long overpowered the light of the Star on the desert. The once yellow brown sands glowed a bright white from the sheer about of light at our proximity to the falling vessel.

So we strood on
 

TrickOLF

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Kane would listen and be.. surprise as he didn’t knew how to really respond but then again.. his dad was 18 when he first piloted Great and Kouji was 16 when he piloted Z so he couldn’t judge Tyzell on age, as he then went to answer his question.

“Well it because I’m Kane Honoo, Pilot of Great Mazinger, and Mazinger Z just happen to be my Uncle mech, who I’m sure you know who he is.”

Kane said as if Tyzell took a closer look, Kane would be wearing the identical pilot suit that Tetsuya wore but instead of Orange and Red, it was black and blue, to match Great color scheme while having a similar hairstyle to both Tetsuya and Jun.

"Wait, Honoo? And the Z is your uncle's mech..." I noted as I looked at him, and I realized that he had a few common features...and his outfit looked absolutely familiar despite the color change.

And it was then that a lightbulb lit up in my brain.

"Eh...eeeeeeeh?!" I said, a slight shock in my features as I'm looking what's basically...

Jun and Tetsuya's unborn kid! You know, the kid teased during the entirety of the Infinity movie! No, the OTHER kid, Lisa's different!

"Well damn...I uh...I've been beaten in credentials for piloting a Mazinger mech. Eesh..." I then followed as I rubbed the back of my head.
 

Crimson Dragoon

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Isn't that a question I have heard far too often. Warpspawn clung to the side of the ship, even the fires of reentry wasnt enough to dissuade all of them from trying to burrow in. That already said quite a bit about how hard to put down they were.

However with the Lunar Class now very much in range for Low Orbit Communications, I sent Inquisitioial comms overrides to try and connect to any still active Imperial networks.

But as that was happening, I voiced my reply to his question.
"On the hull of the ship, a few of them are still clinging on and trying to get inside of meters and meters of hardened metal thats right now holding up to reentry into a 1G Gravity Well despite being Kilometers large. Even with how slow they are coming down, those fires should be a testimonial to their endurance and resistance agaisnt the purely physical. Have Faith in your weapons, thats what will see you through. I do not know how many are inside the ship or exactly what to except in terms of what will be attacking us, I am trying to contact any systems and surviving Imperial Com networks on-board, but the reentry may hamper those for a minute.
As for what to expect from them in attack, like I said expect false promises, soft seemingly innocent touches to your mind. Expect whispered and honeyed lies that promise you pleasure in return for your soul. Ignore them. As soon as you see a horrific abomination, shoot it and keep shooting it until its gone. Not "until its dead" deamons don't die, so don't fall for any not moving bodies. Don't stop firing until the body is gone, and you will know when it is gone, your very soul will tell you. Even those of us blessed enough not to be psychic will know. "

At this point, the light of the Cruiser had long overpowered the light of the Star on the desert. The once yellow brown sands glowed a bright white from the sheer about of light at our proximity to the falling vessel.

So we strood on
So mental assaults, as expected from before. The skirmishes against the Epsilon forces made it a not unexpected thing, but it was no less foul. There were too many stories of people having their minds and spirits broken by forces beyond the physical realm, leaving them twisted parodies of what they were. Daniel promised himself he wouldn’t become one of them. As someone who was the only survivor of that ill-fated assault on an Epsilon holding, one that he led, he should do at least that much.

“I guess I’ll have to put some trust in you when it comes to dealing with this thing.”

Of course, there was someone else here with a sixth sense. Maybe he has something for a situation like this.

“Corporal Kazuki, right? The Knight Scion here mentioned psychic defenses. Are you capable of such? If so, can you somehow extend it to the rest of the group here?”
 

Garuga

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Akira Fudo
Unknown Cavern, somewhere beneath the Alps




Hellfire. Pain. Death. Drenching himself in the blood of demons. A blur of hatred and violence. Moments of assumed respite interrupted by sudden death, resurrection, and more violence. An endless cycle of demonic slaughter and a peal of wicked laughter that could not have belonged to him.

Suddenly there was darkness. Small rows of lights contrasted the inky blackness. Akira's eyes adjusted slowly, coming to find himself in a sort of cockpit. Where was he? His last memories were of the final battle. The Devilman Corps was annihilated. His death at Ryo...no, at Satan's hand. The taste of blood. A blur of rage, fire, pain, and violence. He had gone to Hell, he remembered that, but only vaguely. Like the memories were somehow locked just out of his mind's reach. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. All of his memories came rushing back. The demon invasion, Tare and Miki's deaths. The death of his subordinates in the Devilman Corps. Ryo's betrayal. Like they were fresh wounds they all filled him with a sense of sorrow and for a moment he wept.

When his moment of grief passed he returned to the callous demeanor he had adopted since his transformation into the Devilman. Akira surveyed the 'cockpit' eyeing several control panels and yokes. Pressing a few keys at random yielded naught until a hatch slightly above him hissed open, and revealed more darkness. His Demonic eyes adjusted and what lay before him was some sort of cavern. Piles of rubble and scrapped robots were scattered across the ground. Some appeared to be humanoid, others seemed more like tanks. What truly shocked him was when he decided to investigate what he had woken up in.

A gigantic white-and-red robot, with horn (or bunny ear) like protrusions from its head, and an odd set of golden eyes. Its chest was damaged, seemingly having been pierced by something. One of its hands was missing and it seemed to be in bad shape. He had emerged just below its neck, around 45 meters from the ground below (the machine was sat against a massive wall of stone). He channeled the energy that flowed through his veins and felt the all-too-familiar transformation take hold. His large wings unfurled. He pushed off of the robot with his hairy legs and fluttered down to the ground.

But as soon as he had transformed, and turned back, it was almost like the machine began to...regenerate? The broken parts were patched up slowly. He crossed his arms as he looked up at it. Now the major issues were repaired. It was not a pretty sight, though, as its rusted and scratched armor left quite a lot to be desired. He flew back up, returning to human form and sitting in the cockpit. Grabbing the dual control sticks, he wiggled them, to little result. The thing seemed to be out of juice. Nothing he did worked, and that shook the traumatized Devilman to the core, sending him into a brief fit of rage. In an instant, he unconsciously transformed and slammed a fist into the control panel.

Everything lit up, the multiple viewscreens powered on and revealed a detailed view. A startup sequence ran checking damages and pilot compatibility and the sort. Confused, he pushed one of the sticks. The mecha lurched forward and reached its right arm out. A name appeared above the display, written in red characters. Getter Robo. That must have been this thing's name. The Getter Robo slowly moved as Akira tried to get the hang of it. This would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a manual.

After a few minutes of tinkering, he discovered that some of the keys were crudely labeled. 'Getter Tomahawk', 'Getter Beam', 'Getter Wing'. He instinctively pushed the button for the 'Getter Beam'. An intense burst of green energy emitted from the mecha's chest, shooting out and sending the mecha sailing onto its back. The beam drilled into the ceiling, shooting upwards, digging through rock and slate until it pierced the surface. Rubble rained down as the piercing rays of the sun came down. Pressing the 'Getter Wing' key, a large cape unfurled from the machine's back, and before he could react, he was flying up and out of the cavern.

"Shinjarenai..."

The view from up in the sky was something. And then he realized. He was in the sky. He was in the sky and he didn't know how to land.

"KUSOOOOO!"

Kushala spent some time within the depths of Uzahra, spying on the human base and the two energy signals in said base. He'd be lying if he said that this was rather engaging, with a part of him wanting to just blitz them gun blazing, but that just won't do any good in the long run. No, he must be patient and wait for the opportune moment.

Well… that what he would've done if it weren't for the sudden caution sign blaring across the room, prompting to sit up, alert and admittedly kinda spooked if he might add. He hurried to find the source of the sudden spike on the computer, unknowingly to him came from a Getter Beam. Kushala might've been rusty with the controls sure, but he still had what it takes to find the readings. Now that he took a look at the readings, it looked almost familiar.

"Wait a minute…"

He said to himself, pulling up another reading within Uzahra's folders, the energy readings of Getter Robo G. What are the odds? "I should be patient more often-" He scanned for the coordinates of the machine, even if the coordinate was more of a rough estimation. On his search, his mind began to wonder, was this the same Getter? Surely not, Uzahra hadn't seen the Dragon in years. Then… who could it be? Well that doesn't matter, not yet at least.

"Uzahra, umm... change of plans, search for the source of energy at the following coordinates… please?" He ordered the machine, typing down the coordinates almost frantically, this might actually be the first interaction he had… however long he was asleep.

His coordinates and orders soon reached the AI of the giant deity, prompting it to go on the move, the sudden burst of speed almost sending the prince back. The prince's heart continued to race, his mind clustered with doubts and scenarios, but he pushed them to the side, it was now or never.
 

sippinggp

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Akira Fudo
Southern Alps, Austria




He needed to stay calm. He needed to ignore the fact that he was in some hundred-ton robot hurtling through the air at Mach 2. Akira took a quick stock of the cockpit once more and gripped the control sticks. With a hefty grunt, he yanked them, and the Getter Robo pulled up. He slammed hard on the foot pedals and the thrusters burned with Getter Energy sending it shooting off faster than before. He carefully got the hang of controlling the machine while it flew. He did his best to avoid slamming down into the mountains, a task that was no simple feat as he had almost made contact with them several times.

Now that he had a handle on the Mecha he was able to gently guide it down to the ground. Not onto its feet of course, but sliding into the dirt and coming to a complete stop at the foot of one of the mountains. Akira, now returned to his normal form, sat in the seat with sweat pouring down his face. There were far too many close calls just then for him to rest comfortably. He wouldn't know what to do if he died so soon after resurrecting.

Once he caught his breath he flicked the switch that opened the cockpit. The cool air on his slick skin was a relief. He looked up to the sky, silently thanking God for his return to the land of the living. Now that he was back and if it was at all possible, he would try and ascertain not only WHERE and WHEN he was... but if the King of Hell still lived. If this world (or if this was HIS world, there was no true way to know at the moment) was at the cusp of another Demon Invasion he needed to act quickly. He refused to let the world fall into His hands again.

Akira climbed out of the cockpit, sitting himself on the Getter Robo's neck. Looking around he could tell he was sitting somewhere in the...Alps, perhaps? He knew he had seen pictures of these mountains before but placing exactly where he was would be no easy task. Especially for a Devilman who had only left Japan during the war.

His coordinates and orders soon reached the AI of the giant deity, prompting it to go on the move, the sudden burst of speed almost sending the prince back. The prince's heart continued to race, his mind clustered with doubts and scenarios, but he pushed them to the side, it was now or never.

A sudden tingle came to him. What was it? Why did he suddenly feel like something was about to go wrong? He pondered it. It was a familiar feeling. A sense of impending doom he had felt once before. But when? And why? Was something about to happen? Akira scanned the area, but he didn't see anything. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him. Who knew what kind of defects being dragged up from Hell could cause.
 

Garuga

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Akira Fudo
Southern Alps, Austria




He needed to stay calm. He needed to ignore the fact that he was in some hundred-ton robot hurtling through the air at Mach 2. Akira took a quick stock of the cockpit once more and gripped the control sticks. With a hefty grunt, he yanked them, and the Getter Robo pulled up. He slammed hard on the foot pedals and the thrusters burned with Getter Energy sending it shooting off faster than before. He carefully got the hang of controlling the machine while it flew. He did his best to avoid slamming down into the mountains, a task that was no simple feat as he had almost made contact with them several times.

Now that he had a handle on the Mecha he was able to gently guide it down to the ground. Not onto its feet of course, but sliding into the dirt and coming to a complete stop at the foot of one of the mountains. Akira, now returned to his normal form, sat in the seat with sweat pouring down his face. There were far too many close calls just then for him to rest comfortably. He wouldn't know what to do if he died so soon after resurrecting.

Once he caught his breath he flicked the switch that opened the cockpit. The cool air on his slick skin was a relief. He looked up to the sky, silently thanking God for his return to the land of the living. Now that he was back and if it was at all possible, he would try and ascertain not only WHERE and WHEN he was... but if the King of Hell still lived. If this world (or if this was HIS world, there was no true way to know at the moment) was at the cusp of another Demon Invasion he needed to act quickly. He refused to let the world fall into His hands again.

Akira climbed out of the cockpit, sitting himself on the Getter Robo's neck. Looking around he could tell he was sitting somewhere in the...Alps, perhaps? He knew he had seen pictures of these mountains before but placing exactly where he was would be no easy task. Especially for a Devilman who had only left Japan during the war.



A sudden tingle came to him. What was it? Why did he suddenly feel like something was about to go wrong? He pondered it. It was a familiar feeling. A sense of impending doom he had felt once before. But when? And why? Was something about to happen? Akira scanned the area, but he didn't see anything. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him. Who knew what kind of defects being dragged up from Hell could cause.

The prince watched as the energy signal sped throughout the computer's, it almost looked too random. What was this pilot's game? He must've already caught Uzahra on the scanner and decided to act like a lunatic, all to bring him to a false sense of security. Kushala isn't gonna fall for such barbaric acts, no, he must keep his guard up.

As the deity continued on its hunt, the clouds soon became thicker and thicker, signaling Kushala that they made it to the alps. Fortunately for the pilot, the Getter machine seemed to have landed in the general area, surely preparing an ambush. Right? Well whatever it was, someone like Kushala wasn't gonna be so easily discouraged.

"Uzahra, lower yourself from the clouds slowly, we still don't know if he's friend… or foe."

He ordered, prompting the giant deity to descend over the Getter machine, the nature of its armor causing lightning to form from the clouds. The beast soon exposed its whole body, an intimidating figure to be sure. Kushala gulped, pulling at the collar of his own shirt, admittedly anxious, he finally revealed himself to humanity, the feeling was almost... scary.
 

Cavaliere

Notorious
As the "meteor" streaked across the sky, its fateful impact with the surface growing closer and closer with every moment, the quartet's questions regarding the unidentified object would soon be answered once they get a good view of its side: While the corona still made it fairly difficult to make out, it became clear that the shooting star was in fact a spaceship, an utterly cyclopean one, roughly multiple kilometers in length if one were to eyeball it and from its shape and seemed to sport what appeared to be a ram upon its bow, like that of a Trireme. Very strange...

However, to the Mechanicus Questor; the sight of the stricken ship would instead bring despair rather than confusion as just from its silhouette, it would be identified as an Imperial Navy Lunar-Class Cruiser and for a vessel of its size to resort to atmospheric reentry, would mean that something terribly wrong has happened to it.

Very, very wrong by the fact that there was no response from the ship, hopefully, due to the bridge crew being too busy to reply and not because they were dead... Or worse. His psychic scrying however yielded a much less ambiguous but still worrisome result: A wailing cacophony of pain and misery from stray warpspawn clinging to the ship's hull like barnacles as they burned away into nothingness before the planet's atmosphere, one of the first signs of a Gellar Field failure... He can only hope that the infestation was only skin-deep lest the ship and whatever misbegotten horrors have taken root inside end up damning the entire planet.
"Well it seems I may have tempted fate. That crashing meteor is actually a Lunar Class Cruiser. More disturbingly I sense the presence of the Deamonic, distinctive and unmistakable. They must be destroyed before they affect this planet, even un inhabited as it may seem to be thusfar, it can merely become a staging ground if they are not stopped. If they were able to overcome the crew on-board, they would have possibly enough sacrifices along with the deamons they have here to have a shot at turning this planet into a Deamon world."

"We must destroy all traces of the demonic there, including any tainted crew. The taint of Deamons can linger with the direct contact they have no doubt had. The only hope for their souls is for the cleaning fire of the Omnissiah's Blood. There is no time to waste, as for deamons Time is merely something they look in upon."

"Also Kazuki, do not under any circumstances attempt to obverse them or use your psychic powers on them. If you have any psychic defenses, put them up now. Even with that stay at the extreme range of your weapons. If you do not, focus your will, keep your soul inside your Knight, ignore the voices, do not let them touch you, and pray. Faith is all that will protect you."

“You’re going to have to explain a bit more. What exactly are we facing here?” he asked.

"On the hull of the ship, a few of them are still clinging on and trying to get inside of meters and meters of hardened metal thats right now holding up to reentry into a 1G Gravity Well despite being Kilometers large. Even with how slow they are coming down, those fires should be a testimonial to their endurance and resistance agaisnt the purely physical. Have Faith in your weapons, thats what will see you through. I do not know how many are inside the ship or exactly what to except in terms of what will be attacking us, I am trying to contact any systems and surviving Imperial Com networks on-board, but the reentry may hamper those for a minute.
As for what to expect from them in attack, like I said expect false promises, soft seemingly innocent touches to your mind. Expect whispered and honeyed lies that promise you pleasure in return for your soul. Ignore them. As soon as you see a horrific abomination, shoot it and keep shooting it until its gone. Not "until its dead" deamons don't die, so don't fall for any not moving bodies. Don't stop firing until the body is gone, and you will know when it is gone, your very soul will tell you. Even those of us blessed enough not to be psychic will know. "

At this point, the light of the Cruiser had long overpowered the light of the Star on the desert. The once yellow brown sands glowed a bright white from the sheer about of light at our proximity to the falling vessel.

So we strood on
@The Ancient Purple
William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
At Ignus declaration, Liam's body seized up, going over the grim news and the battle to come.
From the way that the Knight Scion had talked, this was something from his universe, part of the Total War he fought on a daily basis: he spoke of demons, corruption, and taint like it was nothing, however, it was clear that what they had to do was something that they had to deal with time and time again, a slaughter of people that had no fault other than being caught in an attack.

"Is it truly necessary? It's not possible that everyone on that massive ship was infected, corrupted, or whatever. If we move we can certainly help the survivors"

Liam had already pushed on the pedals, making the Null run to catch up to the others with big leaps. The suspensions groaned due to the stronger stress, not used to real gravity, but they held for now.
The scientist had another reason to be worried, something that had loomed over him since joining the crew of the Virtue like a dark omen.

He was going to be forced to kill.

The demons, maybe he could rationalize it, thinking them as just unthinking machines that would shoot him down in a heartbeat.
But Ignus was talking about culling civilians and...

He hoped that there would be another way.
 

Sigismund

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@The Ancient Purple
William Liam Tinmall
<<<Ø>>>
At Ignus declaration, Liam's body seized up, going over the grim news and the battle to come.
From the way that the Knight Scion had talked, this was something from his universe, part of the Total War he fought on a daily basis: he spoke of demons, corruption, and taint like it was nothing, however, it was clear that what they had to do was something that they had to deal with time and time again, a slaughter of people that had no fault other than being caught in an attack.

"Is it truly necessary? It's not possible that everyone on that massive ship was infected, corrupted, or whatever. If we move we can certainly help the survivors"

Liam had already pushed on the pedals, making the Null run to catch up to the others with big leaps. The suspensions groaned due to the stronger stress, not used to real gravity, but they held for now.
The scientist had another reason to be worried, something that had loomed over him since joining the crew of the Virtue like a dark omen.

He was going to be forced to kill.

The demons, maybe he could rationalize it, thinking them as just unthinking machines that would shoot him down in a heartbeat.
But Ignus was talking about culling civilians and...

He hoped that there would be another way.
"If they have been corrupted, their souls are no longer in control of their bodies. Infact, its highly likely their souls have already been consumed since it appears the Gellar Field has failed. If there are seemingly uncorrupted survivors, they must still be checked, as the taint can hide itself away for years until it makes itself known. That is its true threat."

I still hadn't received any pings back from the cruiser, so as we moved closer I sent another burst of Binary, hoping to instead connect to any Noosphere equipment on the Lunar Cruiser.
 
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