The War for Cevanti [The Front Lines]

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Shinku and his crew emerged from an armored van, greeted by the sound of chaos and destruction. The distant sound of battle that hinted at them during their recon mission finally presented itself before them, along with the noise of commands and battlecries and the pungent odor of the charred earth.

For a moment, it refreshed his memory - the assassin of shadows, the orphan of a long lost village. The burst of flames pulled back his vision of houses burning, of thatched roofs turning to ash and embers. The battle cries refilled his ears with the wails of his beloved town folks. The pungent smell, felt as if he once again stood by the remains of his village when he came back after the genocide was done. He took a deep breath, forcing himself back to the present.

“Watch out!,” Callon shouted, his voice cutting through his nightmare.

As he snapped back to reality, he reacted just in time to deflect the claws of a Zoid that almost touched his throat. Fortunately, his agility was enough to tear the metal beast’s body instead with the sharp edge of his sword.

“Thanks,” he muttered, before turning his attention into another set of enemies.

“This isn’t really the right time to be daydreaming you know,” Callon stressed out, as he fired off a couple of shots.

“Aye! Tis’ the time to be fightin’ and winnin’! Arrrr!!!,” the pirate bellowed with his usual bravado, grinning as he charged with his shield, creating a path for the rest of them.

“Yee haw! Right behind ya’ mate!,” came the cowboy ermine next, his battlecry in duet with his pistol shots.

“Well, it seems that we’re mostly winning anyway. But let’s hope this advantage continues,” Shinku remarked, as he surveyed the battlefield. What he didn’t expect, was the familiar presence of an old friend which he had searched for quite some time now. “Wait, Jak?”

“I’m ‘ere mate! What d’ye need!,” Jack responded almost immediately after hearing his name.

“No, not you. It’s….”, Shinku trailed off, once again interrupted by another foe. “Callon, you’re in charge of these two. I need to check on something…someone.”

Callon raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Got it. Just be careful.”

Without another word, the assassin of shadows disappeared in a purplish smoke, reappearing in yet another scene of mayhem. He dodged a few missiles and weaved through a couple of advancing soldiers until his eyes finally witnessed it, the form of the echo warrior that eluded his search for a couple of years - Jak.
 

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The Duty-6 Firespray-31 Patrol starship whirred many a distance over the battlefield below it. Its serrated thrusters blasted out molten, orange fire from the depths of the fighter’s engines; the steel bird cried as it banked about, its metal wings clipping past other ships and flying zoids in its haste. Its speed was warranted. It carried cargo too valuable for measly caution.

A platoon of stalwart, stout mechas bulging with singed, shielded armor stomped alongside an equally sizable platoon of rolling tanks– they numbered some 25-strong– as the mass of mechanized might assailed the ever-growing horde of Unmade monstrosities rushing out from the outer compound and meeting its hailstorm of rockets, flames, and bullets head-on. Cytokine-branded miniguns, railguns, rocket launchers, flamethrowers of varying sizes and shapes ripped apart scores upon scores of akata, of zombies, and even squads of zoids dishing out much the same level of firepower upon them. Whatever shells and bullets that failed to pierce flesh, whether biological or wholly synthetic, rested in burning heaps and piles about the battlefield, their smoke filling the air alongside the sickly, acidic green mist that settled in the atmosphere like bad breath. The now thoroughly scarred Cevantian earth looked like a mere misty, blackened blur to the air support above, and especially so to those that rested within Duty-6, who could not see the corpses of man and mecha intertwined with the remnants of splintered trees, sludge-filled craters, blood-riddled barbed wire and beaten, broken shield generators. Nor could they see the ever-expanding trench carving its way through the earth and lined with yet more men, some firing wildly into the horde of akata and zombified filth, some taking cover next to a toppled Neo-Tank, while others still dueled frantically with the corrupted zoids and the shrieking parademons that made up in sheer shock and awe what they lacked in numbers.

What was clear even from above, though, was that the line held. More than held, it had persevered and pushed back the purple mass of Darkseid’s brainwashed minions. They had not pierced the many-colored Markovian forces in any sizable way. Perhaps it was a sign that they were winning. Perhaps it was a mere stalemate. Perhaps this was the best showing that Cevanti would ever give: a stalling tactic before the inevitable unleashing of The Fade, the great mecha that stood taller than mountains and carried the firepower of entire armies, and with its reveal, the line would break, and Darkseid’s hand would steadily lurch upon the whole of the planet and crush it in his shadowy grip.

It was hard to say. Perhaps a more militarily-inclined individual would have a stronger opinion on it than the sleeping skeleton known as Sans, who tried, desperately, to find some level of comfort within the confines of a sleep’s dream as he rested within the storage room of Duty-6. Various small, circular windows sat in sets of two between each seat, shining beams of light upon the otherwise dark and dreary storage area. Held to his slim, shining seat with tattered seatbelts and a rusted restraint that squeezed into the cavities of his ribs, his head jostled against the cold wall behind him. He sat in between Chara Dreemurr and Lilith– at his request that very quickly turned into a fact of reality– and opposite a fair number of the Advanced Recon team that he had accompanied for their mission. Iris, Mr. Mohawk, Doc Wyoming, Fei & Beta– who had been his, Chara’s, and Lilith’s own rescue from the bowels of the Acolyte facility– and the blond-haired kid he never got the name of. It was a motley crew now hardened by their descent into darkness together, and unlike Sans, they did not sleep.

Suddenly, Duty-6 banked down. Its targeting sensors shifted, and almost automatically a barrage of laser fire flew out and exploded through the mist. The echoing buzz shook the skeleton into a gasping awakening.

“Sans!”

His SOUL pounded within him as sweat poured down from the brim of his skull. Chara, a concerned expression on her face, peered down upon him.

“You alright?”

Sans, after a brief few moments of panting, realized his smile had fallen away. It shot back up like it had never fallen at all.

* ah… im good. i think.

“You think?”
She asked, her eyebrow raised.

* depends. am i still dreamin’?

He looked about, taking in various onlookers before settling his gaze upon Lilith. Immediately, he groaned dramatically.

* yep. still dreamin’.

Lilith pressed her cleavage against the restraint holding her down to emphasize her mountainous breasts as she smiled. “Aw, I thought I was your dream come true.”

Sans grumbled. * more like the stuff of my nightmares. which is why i know i’m still dreamin’.

“Sans...”
Chara said, frowning.

* what? you didn’t say i couldnt get in a few more digs.


“If I recall correctly, you did say you’d focus on the mission.”

* and we did the mission. its back to my old schemes, it seems.


He loudly chuckled, hoping that it sounded like a cheese grater against a chalkboard or some similarly harsh and unpleasant material to Lilith’s ears. Unfortunately, she merely smiled.

“I don’t mind. Keep unloading over me.”

* admittedly, you don’t want anyone other than ripley unloading over you.

“Ripley?”
She asks, a confused frown on her face.

* ya know, risley. or was it riddler?

“What…?”

* nah, i think it was rizzler.

“Is this some sort of… secret admirer?”

* no no no, i know him more than you. it’s gotta be rhino.

“Alright, that’s enough.”


Chara held a hand out between the duo. “Had your fill?”

He sighed. * yeah, just about. are we there yet?

“No.”

* … how bout now.

“No.”

* oh.


He leaned his head back against the wall and shut his eyes again. He had been sleeping on and off since he got into the ship, and no matter how hard he tried, sleep never fully came, or at least, it never fully came and then stayed. This was his third attempt at a nap, and even when his consciousness faded, the world he had entered was not a comforting one. It was just so… dark within it, like he was trapped inside of his hollow skull. It was a world with no taste, no scent, no sound and no sight other than inky blackness surrounding him. Every once in a while, though, he felt something scrape along his spine– a finger, perhaps, or sometimes a palm. It pushed and prodded him with freezing, sharp glances that pressed through the spaces between his vertebrae. Sometimes, he thought he heard something in the darkness; it sounded like a muffled whisper, only harsher and filled with layers upon layers of distorted versions of itself.

Recalling the visionless vision resulted in him opening his eye holes once again and sighing. He really wasn’t cut out for this. He was nothing more than a scientist who cosplayed as a sentry back in the Underground. The weight of all of this wasn’t meant for SOULs like him to carry. Hell, it wasn’t for ANYONE to carry, so heavy was the weight. Chara was right to talk him out of mulling over all the things he’d been mulling over since this war began. His mind felt too loaded, too full of ballast that needed to be purged out. It was much harder than he thought was possible, though, especially with Lilith around. It was like the darkness had never left but instead took on a whole new identity in the form of a busty bimbo with a sadomasochistic streak. If he had no reason to keep Chara safe before, she provided ample reasoning now.

Whatever plans she had for Chara, he was not going to let them come to fruition. If she just went away, then Chara would be safe from her schemes. Hell, most everyone in the Crossroads would be safe from her. Wasn’t she a member of WYVERN? After seeing her strength firsthand, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d be directly responsible for the dastardly actions of such a gang of villains. Besides, Ridley, the captain she SO loves, didn’t have any proper control of her. If even the purple people eater she worshiped couldn’t keep her in check, then how could Chara or anyone else?

The idea had been in his mind almost since he laid eyes on her, and it had grown and grown until, like a jungle, its expanse superseded everything else underneath it in dark shadow. The more he thought about it, the more certain of its necessity he had become. Didn’t Gaster have a system in place precisely for individuals like her? Would she be a LV 20, or was she merely a LV 18 or so? He wasn’t certain he cared about the particulars when the potential within her SOUL was so obvious.

For the good of everyone, she HAD to die.

He stared at Lilith for a long few moments. If only he could just… throw her out of the ship and have her splat against the ground or something.

Suddenly, he heard the faintest hint of a gasp escape from Chara’s mouth. Within moments, she was unbuckling her seatbelt and steadily working off the restraint securing her to the wall. All thoughts of Lilith’s demise ceased as Sans whirled to her.

* what’s up?

“Asriel.”


His eyes turned into mere dots. He followed her gaze. Her widened eyes peered out through the window next to her. Past the clouds, a wide, sparkling star shot through the sky, leaving rainbows in its wake. It carried the white-furred Asriel Dreemurr who held onto its pointed edges with furious intensity while Hawkeye, his blond-haired female comrade, blasted away at a score of parademons chasing after them. Pulsating green and purple laser fire sailed past. One practically skidded over Asriel’s head.

That sight was all Chara needed to see. She worked ever faster, her momentary expression of panic giving way to the purest form of concentration Sans had ever seen.

Sans’ turned to face her. * what are you doin’?

“Exiting the vehicle?”

* chara, just… be a little rational about this.

“I’m being very rational right now. We don’t have time to waste.”
She replied, an edge to her voice.

* i-i mean…

He coughed. Chara was bull-headed enough to go charging out there, so he had to at least rein her in with something.

* uh… how fast are they goin’? how fast are WE going? and how far up are we compared to them?

“... Okay, just what are you planning?”
Chara asked after a few moments of hesitation.

He winked. * nothin’. i’ll be back.

He concentrated and, within the next moment, he was falling back into an open door and standing right next to Kopaka, who was busy sifting through a million and a half things that only a pilot could understand. Sans crawled up next to him.

* yo. kopaka, right?

“Correct.”
The bionicle replied.

* yeah, uh… you’re quieter now.

“...”

* thats too quiet, but, uh… keep going where you’re going!

“...”


Sans glanced about. After a slightly bombastic showing from this mechanized being, now he seemed as cold as his namesake indicated. It was awkward.

* me, chara, and lilith are gonna drop off from the ramp!

“That is your prerogative, but I shall not deviate from this heading.”

* can you just drop the ramp?

“Inadvisable.”

* we’ll be fine! just do it!

“Inadvisable for my sake, but so be it.”


The bionicle reached out to a nearby lever and pulled it towards him. As Sans rushed back down to the storage room, he heard the gears of the landing ramp screech in agony before steadily dropping. The sounds of warfare, once muffled, now blasted through the recon team with all the force of every gunshot being experienced down below. The wind rushed in, carrying the scent of decaying carcasses and acid with it. Sans’ jacket flapped about him; the wind pulverized him to such an extent that he almost couldn’t walk. But walk he did as he made his way to Chara, who stood against the open landing ramp with a fist gripped tightly along a nearby handle.

His smile ever so slightly widened as he moved up to Lilith, who was still seated. He unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to remove her restraint.

“I figured you’d prefer having me tied up.” She spoke sultrily.

Sans groaned. * nah. just figured you’d wanna be with your assignment for this.

“Assignment…?”


Sans didn’t respond as he finally unlatched the restraint. She stood up willingly if confused and walked with him to Chara.

* what’s the situation?

“They’re just about to pass below us. In about… five seconds, we’ll go. Yes, five…”

“What?! What’s the plan again?”
Lilith shouted, staring down at the open sky beneath them.

Sans’ smile grew ever more mischievous. It was as if his prayers were being answered.

* hey, lilith?

“On the count of five!”

“What?!”

“Four!”

* i said lilith!

“Three!”

“What do you want?”

* you like rides?

“Two!”

“What?”

* im gonna give you the ride of your life.

“One!”


As Chara jumped, Sans turned Lilith a dull blue. He promptly threw her out of the ship with as much strength as he could muster before, with a massive grin, he jumped out to follow them. As he fell, he had to admit to himself about at least one thing: if they all died, it would have been worth it just so he could see the look on Lilith’s face.
 

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Jak almost … literally bit a bullet as he impulsively swung the sword of Mar. He looked around, chopping down any stray unmade that threatened to hurt him.

The sword glowed with a greenish glow as the gem powering it had a precursor in it.

Just as Jak was about to cut down a corrupt cultist, he grabbed his sword and stopped it in his path.

“Shinku! Holy shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there, it’s jus-” Jak bit his words back as the unmade continued their brief assault on the eco-warrior and Shinku.

“Behind you!” The eco warrior slashed at a bit of a small fry threatening to jump on Shinku.

“I don’t… think the battlefield is exactly the best place to catch up on things, don’t you think, Shinku?”

Jak lightly smirked and looked back “I caught a ride… with Ridley’s crew… They aren’t known for good things, but they at least know how to stop galaxy destroying threats when they come to take their jobs.”

Shinku raised an eyebrow “Since when do you hang with bad guys?”

Jak frowned “I prefer the term morally ambiguous, besides Dark likes them.”

Shinku raised an eyebrow “What about Dark?”

“So your dark side is its own being? Interesting.”

Jak was quiet and fingering his sword. It’s been a long time since he’d seen Shinku. What should he tell him about Daxter?

“Look, I… was dark, and I did some things I’m not proud of.”

Jak dodged another swipe at him by an Unmade zoid and gritted his teeth.
 

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Despite the mayhem around them, Shinku managed to listen with a steady gaze. “Where’s your pet…err companion at? Daxter was it?”

Jak’s expression grew somber. “Daxter’s… he’s no longer around. We sort of had a few…”

Before he could finish, an Unmade Zoid lunged at him. The echo warrior managed to easily dodge the attack, and retaliate with his blade. He gritted his teeth, focusing back on Shinku. “We had a few misunderstandings. And I’ve got a lot to atone for. I’m still trying to figure out how to make it right.”

Shinku’s eyes softened slightly. “We all have our demons,” he responded, the thought of Orochi suddenly forming in his mind.

Jak gave a quick nod, then turned his attention back to the battlefield. “Thanks. And don’t worry, we’ll catch up properly once we’re not in the middle of a war zone.”

With an understanding nod, the two swordsmen continued to hack down stray unmade enemies. They found their rhythm amid the frenzied cacophony of battle, fighting side by side once again.

“Watch your left!,” Jak called out, allowing Shinku to parry a vicious swipe from a Zoid. The mechanical foe exploded after Shinku’s blade hacked its exposed flank.

“Thanks!,” the assassin of shadows responded, before dispatching another enemy with a swift, clean cut.

The rhythmic clash of metal and the steady thrum of energy weapons blended into a cacophony of war. Jak’s Sword of Mar blazed with a greenish glow, cutting through the ranks of the Unmade with a fiery intensity. He swung his blade in wide arcs, clearing a path and creating openings for Shinku.

Shinku, with his agility and precision, darted through the battlefield like a shadow. His strikes were fast and calculated, targeting vulnerable spots in the enemy’s armor.

“Feels good to be back in action with you. Didn’t think I’d be fighting alongside you again,” Jak remarked as the battle raged on, flashing a grin at Shinku.

“I’m pretty sure there’d be lots battling today. And yeah, it feels good fighting alongside you again.”

The sound of their combined efforts became a battle cry of its own, echoing across the battlefield.the synchrony of their blades drove back the Unmade further, paving the way for their allies.
 

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Tumbling like a cannonball from the sky, Orion drove his boots into the unarmoured chest of an Unmade cultist. The torso exploded with the force, which carried into the ground, blasting a crater into the earth. The Saiyan burst over the crater’s lip and uppercutted the nearest cultist, hearing the telltale crack of a spine breaking. He rolled on landing, finding himself in the middle of a roving gang of cultists.

Their violet and black robes couldn’t hide their festering, corrupted flesh, twisted by the insidious influence of Darkseid. Wielding blades, magical staves, and powerful spells dancing in their fingertips, they growled at the Saiyan warrior and advanced.

Balling his hands, Orion shouted into the chaos of the battlefield. Invisible waves of ki exploded outwards from his body in all directions, launching the cultists off their feet and into the air. He shot into the sky, spying the cultists as they stood up again. Most humanoids wouldn’t shake off falling from such a height so easily, but then so was the power of the Unmade.

Shimmering balls of energy coalesced in Orion’s hands. He fired blast after blast at the crowd below, his hands thrusting and retracting like organic pistons, decorating the sky in yellow dotted luminance. Fireballs blossomed on the battlefield as the ki blast detonated, scorching the emaciated cultists clean off the earth.

As he floated in the air, a parademon screamed towards him, tackling him at full speed. They grappled, arms snaking about, trying to pin the other. Orion instead leaned into their inertia, holding the snarling freak close and spun them about. Managing to tear a clawed hand from his robe, Orion used it to hurl the parademon into the dirt. The Saiyan landed nearby as the parademon rose unnaturally to its feet. Opening his mouth, Orion expelled a blinding beam of ki, erasing the parademon’s flesh and any other Unmade monstrosities caught behind it.

Still the malevolent plague of warped creatures spilled forward, no matter how many Orion and the Markov military ground down. He considered returning to his great ape state – squashing dozens of foes with just the stomp of a foot alone was tempting – but something seemed strange about the form when he battled Starscream. Normally his power level would increase dramatically, but his first transformation after regrowing his tail didn’t bring that might to bear. Perhaps it had something to do with the collar he donned during Dante’s Abyss, and its power suppressing effects. They were supposed to be temporary, but along with his inability to charge enough ki to perform his Omega Cannon, he suspected they lingered longer than was advertised.

Regardless, staying in his humanoid state gave him greater mobility and flexibility in battle and reduced his surface area that the Unmade could strike. If they could wipe out enough of the foot soldiers fast enough, maybe the general would make an appearance before their offensive blunted against their overwhelming numbers.

His blazing white aura burst to life around his body as the Unmade crept towards him, ready for round two.
 

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Weiss felt for the side of her bed with a grunt and a wheeze. She had nearly died - she had thought she had - yet as she felt for the side of a steel bed and lazily stumbled up, she knew she was not to be that lucky. There was the sound of distant flames, bullets and explosions flying that filled her ears, and yet as she looked down at her previously broken body, she found her omnilium-filled carcass had yet to fall completely.

Agent Snowfall stood now, standing up as she looked from one end of a medical tent to the other, as hospital personnel swarmed towards her.

“You should lay down, miss! It’s amazing you survived your injuries at all, let alone…”

There was some noise to Weiss’s side, yet none of it was actually heard as Weiss’s mind drifted elsewhere. Obviously, the battle was still ongoing - and yet, Okor had retreated - or at least, chosen to spare her.

It left Weiss a host of questions, yet the main one that burned in her mind was what next?

The first answer was to find Myrtenaster, yet that one was rather easy - her connection with her weapon made it a simple matter of feeling for her blade’s energy and finding it in a nearby weapons locker - one she opened with a simple “Hey!!” From the nearby nurse she readily ignored.

The second answer was easy enough - rejoin the battle, Defeat Darkseid’s forces here, assist against the fade, and by all that was left sacred to her ensure Okor was at least sent retreating for the moment.

The Huntress gripped Myrtenaster’s hilt tightly, as she stepped back towards the battlefield. There was still so much to do
 

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The time had come. The army had done its job. Luring Markov into a sense of false security. They would know true terror before the war was at an end. An ear-splitting scream like that of a woman being tormented rang across the battlefield, overwhelming all other sounds. As the battle cry spread across the area every soldier of the Unmaking army, every Akata, every zoid, every cultist and para demon raised their heads to the sky and shrieked in response.

It was time.

The optic sensors of the Fade lit up like a Christmas tree. A loud whirring sound signaled the ignition of the void core. Void energy began to gather about the torso of the giant mech, shifting the mechanical structure partially into the shadow dimension. Cables and harnesses attached to various points on the machine disconnected one after another with various hisses and crackles. Outside the hangar doors an immense sized Akata let out a roar and the once chaotic movements of the army were made fluid once more. This abnormally sized creature was joined by its two sisters who stood towering over the grunt versions of itself. The trio roared in unison and various twisting portals to the void opened. From within came new Akata that poured into formation in front of the hangar. It was a veritable swarm that quickly outclassed the rest of the enemy forces.

A tremendous thud rang out from behind the hangar doors. It was followed by another which buckled the doors outward. With another powerful strike the left hangar door was thrown from its hinges and onto the ground. A mechanical hand gripped the second door and pushed it open as the Fade made its way onto the battlefield. With each step the void energy coalescing around its body crackled with black lightning. Another ear-splitting scream from the same woman as before sounded across the battlefield and the mech raised a hand and pointed it at the enemy lines. The arm slowly transformed into a cannon and within seconds it was already charging, collecting huge amounts of energy from within the Fade’s reactor.

The energy built to super critical mass before it was ejected forth from the barrel in a stream of black energy as wide as a building. The beam tore through enemy and allied forces alike, ripping through the entire battlefield and straight through to the backline of Markov’s military, annihilating everything it hit. The beam continued past Markov’s back line and continued into the horizon where it finally struck ground and created a city destroying sized blast. The explosion ripped upward and blackened the sky, sending a shockwave rippling back towards the battlefield at supersonic speed. The energy of the blast slammed into the portable shielding that the Markov military had set up, including the extremely powerful SDF 1 shielding, nearly buckling them.

The Fade lowered its cannon arm and pointed with its other hand towards the enemy lines. The trio of alpha Akata roared into the sky and the newly invigorated enemy army pushed forward as the Fade began its trek towards the center of the battlefield.

The Fade is making it's way towards the center of the Front Lines. The enemy army is reinvigorated with reinforcement Akata. They are swarming around the Fade like a hive mind. There are THREE alpha Akata on the battlefield that are helping the Fade coordinate the swarm. The energy beam that the Fade unleashed has carved a swath of destruction through the center of the battlefield. Anyone caught in the blast has been obliterated. No PCs and Player Controlled NPCs were caught in the blast. As a result a significant hole has been cut in the middle of the Allied Forces center line which the enemy is rushing to take advantage of. The sky over the battlefield has been darkened by the explosion caused by the Fade's attack.

Good luck and Arbiter speed.
 

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The atmosphere on the battlefield shifted in an instant. Markov's forces, momentarily emboldened by their successful defenses, suddenly felt the weight of impending doom pressing down on them. The moment that they thought of as their victory brought them a wave of darkness and annihilation instead. Their confident strides forward, turned into a desperate fight for survival against a force that seemed unstoppable.

“Shinku! Are you alright!,” Callon’s voice crackled over the assassin’s comms, while he faced off a couple of Zoids and Akata that appeared to have found new vigor in battle.

Shinku sliced through an attacking Zoid before responding with an urgent voice. “I’m fine over here. How about you guys?”

“We’re holding up, but barely,” Callon replied, his breath heavy with exertion. “These things just keep coming.”

Shinku scanned the chaotic battlefield, his eyes locking onto the towering form of the Fade in the distance. “We need to fall back for now and regroup. I’ll meet you all where they dropped us earlier.”

“Roger that! Jack, Burt let’s…” Callon responded, trailing off as Shinku cut his comms.

“Soldiers! Cover your flanks! We can’t let them surround us!,” the voice of one of the commanders bellowed in the background, joining the plethora of noise and chaos that plagued the battlefield.

“We got to find Connor and the others,” Jak urged, his voice barely audible above the din of combat.

“I’m afraid I’d have to leave you at that,” Shinku said, while he defended himself against the relentless wave of unmade enemies.

Jak looked at him, confusion and concern etched on his face. “What? Why?”

“I have to get back to my crew. But we’ll find you. After all, I don’t believe any of us would be able to defeat whatever that is separately,” Shinku urged, his eyes darting at the monstrous behemoth that loomed over everything.

Jak followed Shinku’s gaze to the Fade, the reality of their situation settling in. “Alright,” he said. “Be careful. We’ve got a long battle ahead of us.”

Shinku nodded, before disappearing from the echo warrior’s sight. His form appeared among another group of enemies, saving a soldier that was about to be overwhelmed before disappearing once again to reach his crew.

“Arrrr! Where ‘ave ye’ been mate!,” Jack bellowed, the moment Shinku appeared before them.

”I checked out on a friend,” Shinku replied curtly, while proceeding to survey the area around them. “But enough of that, we need to regroup with the rest of these soldiers to defeat that thing. Connor should be around here somewhere at least. You’ve all seen the army he was with when they arrived here. We’ll have a better chance at survival if we join them.”

Callon, catching his breath, nodded in agreement. “Well, that monster did tear through our lines like paper.”

Shinku looked over his crew, noting the exhaustion etched on their faces. “I know we’ve dealt with a lot today, but we’ve got no time to lose.”

Jack tightened his grip on his gunblade, his usual bravado tempered by the gravity of the situation. “Aye, let’s find ‘em and finish this once and for all.”
 

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As Gizmo and Gadget arrived in CC. They didn't know what to expect from this so-called "The Fade". They knew it was a mech of some kind but not quite sure what kind. Gizmo expected it to be some kind of ultimate Zoid based on a dragon or something. However, what they got was much much worse.

The Fade was twice CC's size as it towered over everyone on the battlefield and was guarded by giant versions of the strange blue creatures that littered the battlefield. As Gizmo marveled at it's sleek and incredible design that to him was not just impressive but incredibly cool. It fired its cannon and destroyed a large portion of the battlefield and many lives were extinguished in an instant. CC looked at the crater and clenched its fist as it filled with a wave of great anger. Acting on its own CC proceeded to use its extending arms and punches to repeatedly punch the Fade's face.

However, nothing they did had any effect as The Fade ignored CC's assault. As it was distracted one of the giant Akata pounced on to the mech. As the jaws were about to go for CC's head. The mech brought its hands to grab each jaw of the Akata. Prying it open to prevent it from clamping shut to protect both itself and Gizmo who is residing inside his head. CC wrestles with the creature before Gizmo gets a bright idea to turn on the back rockets.

The rockets propel CC upright as it holds the giant Akata still. The Alpha Akata growls at CC as it approaches. Gizmo then gets a bright idea and fiddles with the controls. He has CC hit the Alpha Akata with one of it's own sisters. The very one that was aiming to chomp CC. Before throwing it the giant Akata away.

That did hurt the Alpha, but it also made it very angry. It lashed out with claws filled with void energy that made huge claw marks in CC's armor. Almost cutting through it completely. Gadget could feel air coming in through the slits caused by those slash marks. He then prepares to seal open the cracks that were made.

CC then punched the Alpha in retribution. It goes for another claw attack but CC manages to step back just in time for the attack to barely miss. CC then punched the Akata's face but its rubbery flesh made it bounce off doing little damage. CC then looked down to see a swarm of regular-sized Akata climbing up its legs. It shakes them off and wipes them off with its hands. However, this let CC be distracted enough for the Alpha to bite onto one of its arms.

CC with its right arm currently caught in the creature's toothy grip. CC started punching it with its left arm repeatedly. After enough effort, the creature finally let go. It then began encircling CC. Before its sisters joined in too. All looking ready to pounce it.

CC then got into a defensive stance preparing itself for when the Akata strike.

Using 1 Focus to beat the Alpha Akata with another giant Akata. 2/3 Focus left.
 

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It was spreading faster than anything he had seen before.

Lieutenant colonel Maes Hughes had become accustomed to how the unmaking attacked Markov. While their turrets and energy shields could keep infected monsters out, it was far more difficult to prevent the spread of mutated unmade plant life. The Cevanti jungle had consumed so many of the planet's former derelicts, and with the prompting will of Darksied, it sought to reclaim the one beacon of remaining civilization as well.

Markov was resilient, and their task forces were prompt to quarantine the area. However, with the assault on the Fade’s location, Markov had near emptied its military forces. So Hughes’ branch of military police were now on call to contain the unmaking’s attempts to overthrow the city.

But this floral assault was unlike anything they had experienced so far! Most of the incursions were a creeping decay. Crumbling a single building, encroaching steadily onto another isolated block. This was an all out assault from every direction! The angry purple vines seemed to spill from every alleyway, criss-crossing and covering one another in their frenzied spread.

Hughes took a step backwards, a swing of a vibro-machete cleaving through a rearing mass of vines. He fired several shots into the mass, breaking it down as best he could to prevent the next wave building atop it.

"Sir! Commander Grimes just sent out the order! They're falling back from the left barbican on sector four!" The shout came from one of his men behind him. He had to strain to make out the voice

"That means our retreat is going to be cut off soon, pull our squad out of here and fall back to point thirteen-eight!" Hughes barked back the order.

The squad exploded into motion behind him. Hughes backed away slowly. This was another street they would have to abandon. When the vines were unchecked, even a rooftop rescue was dangerous. They snaked up the walls almost as readily as across the roads, cocooning entire buildings in their sickly mesh. They had evacuated as many people as they could, but those who could not get out in time were now surrounded. They could only wait and hope the structure would hold out, as their buildings were steadily overwhelmed, encased in the ever-deepening tide.

Wait, the fourth barbican had fallen? That was what the man had said. If they were falling back from that sector then that would mean Gracia and Elica were…

Hughes fully vaulted the door of his vehicle, its engine screaming to life as it tore down the abandoned Markovian streets.

"Roy! Hey, Roy!" He all but screamed into his communicator.

"I don't know what you all are doing over there but you might want to hurry up! The Unmaking isn't taking your attack lying down and the city defenses aren't going to hold out forever! You guys need to stop the unmaking 's influence on this planet, now!"

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Mustang rubbed at his temple.

This wasn't an unforeseen turn of events. They had all been aware that this assault would leave Markov more vulnerable than it had been since before the Siege. It changed the game entirely, however, to have their fears actualized. This wasn't the last steps to corner a runner. They were now racing the Unmaking to checkmate, with the planet at stake.

Mustang's rumination was disrupted by a shimmering sparkle. Major Armstrong ducked his way into the secret command tent, nodding to supreme commander Mustang in the dim blue light of the holo-display.

"Word is that you're on your way back from the western flank, sir." The hulking figure spoke in a calm tone, "You may need to keep an especially low profile going forwards however. It seems that your duplicate was given a sort of armor for the combat, and the difference in your appearance will be more pronounced, sir."

"Wonderful." Mustang sighed, "pull every available gun and bomber. I want to hit that facility's shielding with as concentrated a barrage as we can. We'll crack the bastard open like it's one of the Akatan cocoons!"

Armstrong nodded, affixing a headset that seemed almost laughably small on someone of his immense size. Mustang turned his attention back to the battlefield. They were holding ground well on more fronts than he had expected to. How would the Fade respond now that the Unmaking's initial wave had failed to rout their offensive? At this stage in the match, it was best to view things as if he was his opponent. What would he do, If the walls were closing in and he had no course of escape?

He could hunker down in his hold and count on the distant unmaking of Markov to draw away the attack. If the shell was thick enough, it could work. But that would be victory only in the abstract. Even if Markov fell, this force would likely push through to level the facility in revenge. A conquest for Darksied's overall war, but it would likely mean death for Ember Ramsey. A pawn sacrificed for Darksied's gambit.

That didn't sit right with Mustang. It was true that Darksied had the power to warp the minds of the arbiters, he had seen it first hand with Davy Jones. But they were too powerful for him to simply control like puppets. They still retained a healthy portion of their sentience and their own. Ember Ramsey was a war hero from before the End. If Mustang's read was correct then she would not sit and wait for the roof to crumble down around her.

"This supreme commander Mustang to all points! When we crack open that egg the enemy is going to come out guns blazing! The Fade is going to try to bust through our lines and wreak havoc. I want a solid block of our toughest fighters front and center waiting for it. If you are sturdy enough to weather that onslaught, form up to give us a rock to break that wave. Everyone else, find an angle of attack, as soon as we see a hint of an opening, you need to be the hammer to drive that mech against our anvil, understood?"

Without waiting for further comment, he switched to a direct channel to Admiral Hunter, commander of their aerial fleet and captain of the SDF-1.

"The Fade has shields like we can only dream of. It took a point blank nuclear scale detonation to disrupt it last time and I don't think Ashe-0 is capable of another one of those."
"It's not a pre-End artifact or anything, but SDF-1's gauss weaponry is state of the art technology. She's the pride of R&D! Oughta give a nice salute to that old behemoth!"

"Alright, I want us to be hitting the Fade from every angle first. We need to draw as much power away to dealing with other threats, because I doubt we'll get another shot off before you have to take evasive measures."

"Understood. We'll be sure to st-"

The comm line dissolved into static as a large red glow illuminated the outside of Mustang's tent. Between the blues of the hologram and this deepening red, Mustang had a moment to appreciate the vibrant purple hue to the entire tent. Then the world was torn asunder as a screaming crackling energy plowed a line straight through the entirety of the battlefield in an instant.

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King Procus Dulamere clung to Palaxia's Golden scales as the dragon plummeted through the air, a desperate dive to twist away from the ruby beam of destructive energy.

“Still holding on back there?” Palaxia’s voice was audible despite the raging air roaring past his ears, as though the words had been spoken directly into his mind.

“Age hasn’t made me quite so frail that I cannot stand against this!” King Dulamere smiled a bit, though he was struggling to hold on despite his boast as Palaxia pulled sharply from her dive. The gold dragon hung suspended in the air for a brief moment, surveying the battlefield.

“Good.” Was Palaxia’s response as she stared down at the scorched line of blackened devastation that now crossed the battlefield., “If that is the kind of power we are facing we lack the luxury for frailty.”

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There was a flash of blue lightning and suddenly the weight was lifted from Mustang’s chest. He gasped, coughing desperately as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Several ornate columns of stone were now supporting a large slab of rocky earth a few feet above where he lay. Even in a crisis, the Major's artistry was impeccable. Mustang rolled painfully onto his side, blinking through the dirt and dust. A short distance away, the hulking figure of Major Armstrong had already moved on, and was shouldering aside further debris in search of other survivors. Within short order he had excavated three more survivors from the rubble, all exhibiting terrible, bloody injuries.

“Not good…” the mustachioed muscleman rumbled in Mustang’s general direction, “At least two of them will need immediate action to last until medical transports will reach us here.”

Mustang’s earpiece was broken scraps on the ground beside him. He would have to let his duplicate call the shots from here forwards… A part of him wondered if things would have been simpler had he simply perished here. But there was still work to be done, and Supreme Commander Mustang was out on the front lines.

He shrugged off his torn officer's jacket, then tied a scrap of cloth into a makeshift bandana. It would cover his nose and mouth in this dust, and with luck it might help to disguise him in the confusion. With as much speed as his injured body would allow, he began limping towards the injured soldiers, reaching into his pockets for his gloves. A seared wound would scar terribly, but it would keep them from bleeding out until help arrived.

He would have to leave the long-term solutions to himself.
 

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The wall of fire Ridley had dashed across the battlefield was pierced by a beam of midnight black as the Fade entered the battlefield. The Arbiter’s corrupted form had spit death and destruction and Markov’s center lines had been ran through. The shielding that the Allied forces set up near the defensive lines was the only saving grace for the city itself, but the Akata threatened to swarm through the center, streaming forward to split the army in two..

Ridley dove without a second thought to the ground floor as a flaming meteor as plasma built up within his jaw, as Ridley unleashed a nova of Plasma that engulfed his landing site and any Akata or unmade soldier that pushed through.

“Wyvern! Center!” Ridley commanded with a vicious growl as the Center’s buckle was briefly stymied. Fire licked from the WYVERN commander’s Jaw alight, As he dug one front talon into the ground before him, and Flapped his wings. With a feat of agility, the Wyrm spun like a top, unleashing another circular explosion of fire that caught many Akata and Soldiers, pulling their focus back to him. Back to Ridley.

The Plasma barrage was immediately fatal to any rank-and-file not immediately behind a miraculous amount of cover, but many of the Akata, still smoldering, charged the Space Dragon.

Let them.

Ridley was not merely a great beast, or an agile great beast. He was a hunter of all that he saw, and each and every part of his body was optimized for one thing: Bringing death! His Hooked tail found death as it struck out again and again like a whip, and each enemy foolish enough to strike from the front was clawed to shreds, thrown like a ragdoll, or Crushed in Jaws large enough to tear an Akata in half.

Even so, Ridley noticed a tear, a nick, from different attacks over time. he was being worn down, slowly. Even now, there was a Creature responding to this attack. An Alpha Akata Strode forward, trying to use the advantage of numbers to crush Ridley beneath its feet. The foolish beast likely misunderstood just what position it was in, As a Flurry of Cannon-fire from above crushed through a dozen Akata. the Red bolts of the Galvanic accelerator cannon ripped through the
Dreadnought Actual, Lord Ridley.”” Jervix’s voice chirped, as a set of drop pods Smashed through the sky and smacked against a few more of the creatures.

“Anti-matter missiles on the Alpha Akata.” Ridley snapped. “Reserve Accelerator cannons for interception. Enemy air forces will be protecting the Fade’s central core. Slay them to a man!”

“Understood, Lord Ridley!” Jervix called out.

The Dragon Rushed forward, and he was not the only one as a multitude of shapes appeared from behind him. Ridley leaped forward and struck with a tail-strike from above that sent the Alpha Akata reeling, and Lord Boros rushed from behind to take advantage of the opening, unleashing a barrage of machine-gun blows from beneath, the exceptionally powerful alien showing his power with relish.

“Leave this one to me, Lord Ridley!” Lord Boros called out with a manic grin, the taste for battle ignited within him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Ridley spat back, floating in the air with narrowed eyes. “This beast is no opponent. It’s a distraction.

As the Alpha akata was sent skidding back, Boros followed the locked eyes of the great Space Pirate Leader, to the image of the Fade.

“...Hm. Heh! This will be a battle to remember!” Boros called out, his initial annoyance put out of his mind at the anticipation of the battle to come.

the sounds of a deafening engine cut off any further communications as Epyon appeared like a bolt of lightning, Transforming mid-Flight as the giant robot landed in front of the two commanders, Vulcan cannons peppering the Alpha Akata with heavy shots.

“Came ‘soon as I could, Lord Ridley!” Princess Flak’s… briefly unfamiliar voice shot through Ridley’s comm-bead. “Won’t be alone for long, either!”

Phantoon’s ghostly form appeared almost as if on cue next to him, as Ridley curled his broken lips.

“Isn’t this a little dangerous for you, parasite?” Ridley taunted reflexively to the lethargic old one.

Darkseid - and this arbiter - must be reminded of their insignificance. I relish the chance to shatter a ruler of the little kingdoms.

“Hmp. For once you sound like a space pirate.” Ridley growled.

The Alpha Akata stepped back up, dented as much as Injured, and screamed it’s fury.

Ridley’s plasma coils burned, building in intensity as every Commander on the field tensed.

“Mustang!” Ridley barked through comms. “Focus your forces on overwhelming the new arrivals on the other flanks. WYVERN has the center!” the supreme commander snapped.

With a coordinated assault, and a flurry of battle-cries, the Wyvern lords barreled forward, a mish-mash of biological perfection, Mechanical excellence and eldritch nightmare - and as the Lords of Wyvern passed through the Alpha Akata, the great beast was overcome by a barrage of fire, plasma sword, and impossibly powerful punches.

The Great Akata fell slowly to it’s knees, smoking and butchered. It’s life snuffed in an instant by the overwhelming power of the Lords of Wyvern.

The effect on the nearby Akata was immediate, as the creatures attempted to avenge their master in idiot hunger, swarming with no coordination beyond a sudden frenzy. Their uncoordinated attack made them a perfect target, as Pressure grenades barraged the Swarming mass, cutting a hole

DC-15 blasts were combined with plasma fire as Wyvern’s Zebesians and Pirate Irregulars advanced, taking advantage of the confusion to push the line froward, and more than gunfire pelted the enemy as numerous shards of rock floated up and blasted through the enemy ranks in a hailstorm.

Groribas cut a wedge forward with a blast of acid that burned through the enemy, and Melzalgard and several Zebesian warriors took the advantage to Take the fore, Fighting in hand-to-hand combat as the rest of the soldiers gave them no small pittance of covering fire. Wyvern was advancing as one force, and they cut a fiery swathe across the battlefield.

“So you wanna advance on the big guy, lord Ridley? Think we can hold the center with just these forces?” Princess Flak asked with the intercom.

Ridley’s smirk just widened, as he looked forward. Instead of answering with a proper response, he hummed to himself, trying to find just the right vibration, the right frequency. Boros looked on with confusion, as did his subordinates, But Phantoon’s eyes narrowed as it recalled this particular Talent of Ridley.

Finding the right vibration, Ridley wasted no time, as he Opened his maw and let out an ear-splitting roar. For those outside of the immediate area, it would simply seem to be Ridley proving that he could, in fact, out-vocalize an entire battlefield of chaos and death.

For those nearby, though, the sound did more than batter, it suffused, filling their very bodies as their minds were shaped by the primal roar, violence shifting into a focus as the pain in their bodies seemed to subside and the Strength in their limbs returned to them.

Ridley knew there was no need to direct his forces when bloodshed was so easily in their grasp, so with another screech, He charged forward into the mass of Akata reinforcing the central front, and with a unified battle-cry WYVERN followed in his wake, one great writhing animal of destruction.
 
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Travis was clearing a path through the Akata with his Beam Katana. He heard Ridley's roar but thankfully was not near enough to be affected by it as he continued slashing Akata after Akata. But there were just so many of them and they kept coming. Meanwhile at the other end of the battlefield was The Fade. If it started to move forward it could mean trouble for everyone involved.

Travis then looked back towards the crater. All of those lives lost and hopefully not of anyone he got to know. He was definitely in over his head. Still, he needs to do something. That is when it came to him.

"Fuck all of y'all I got a better idea," Travis said.

After holding his Death Glove up and giving the Akata the middle finger he teleports away from them confusing the Akata horde, and appears near the Fade's left leg with his patented Screw Crusher Death Kick. He bounced right off as it did not absolutely no damage as he fell to the ground. He got up and dusted himself off before the left began rising. First, he got out the Null Grenade he picked up from Starscream's corpse and threw it at the left leg. As it exploded the leg started to slow down.

He shouts "Spin Death Slow" as a blue ring appears around The Fade's left foot. After using all of the extra energy he could muster with his Beam Katana. He charges it up and slashes the left foot leaving a large burning gash in it. Due to its massive size, it's a relatively small wound even if it's a deep cut. No different than a small gash on a human foot.

As his Beam Katana powers down again he curses under his breath as he runs off to find a safe place to charge it back up again. And hopefully this time no one will judge him for how he charges it.
Using 1 Focus to create a Charge Attack on the Fade's left foot. And using my one Null Grenade on the left foot/left leg as well.
 

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From Ridley's roar, Boros was filled with a berserker's rage. As he began tearing through the Akata horde with his powerful punches. He hasn't felt such intense fury in battle in forever. Even his minions were caught in the frenzy. Including the usually calm and calculating Geryguanshoop was laughing like a madman as he was tearing apart Akata with his telekinetic ammunition.

As the Akata bit and tore into him he paid them no heed as he continued punching as the shockwaves kept knocking the nearby Akata unfortunate enough to be near Boros and damaging their internal organs. Luckily he could regenerate from his wounds. Even if he can't feel the pain in any shape or form at the moment. Bending his knees he jumped into the air and punched one of the giant Akata in the face. As he landed back in the ground he then looked at the Fade.

He then remembered what Ridley said, how the Akata was just a distraction. He looked towards his minions who were handling themselves just fine and taking care of the small fry in his stead. Grinning he jumps across the battlefield at insane height and speed he then jumps straight up and almost to the Fade's torso. As he grabbed on and began scaling it with his fingers digging into the metal. Hoping to reach the top of the head where hopefully the pilot would be.

As he reaches the torso he begins punching into it with a combo of strikes from his right hand.

"Arbiter, hear me! This is Boros! Dominator of the universe! I know you lie hidden in this mechanical shell. Come out of there and face me like a true warrior!" he yelled out.

After getting no response. He continued punching in anger while hanging on as well as he could to the armor.
 

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Shinku and his crew, entrenched on the eastern flank, were among those who felt the full impact of Ridley’s scream. For a moment, the assassin of shadows felt his vision blurred, followed by an almost uncontrollable urge to let go of the rage that has built up in him. His heart pounded violently, his muscles tensed, forcing him a tighter grip on his sword. But he was no stranger to this feeling.

He had been in a constant battle with such rage for as long as he remembered. This time however, wasn’t the time for him to blindly give in to fury. He drew on the discipline that allowed him to suppress his vengeful anger for years, the same discipline that allowed him to retain his sanity in spite of Orochi’s continuous taunts. Instead, he channeled the rage into his own strength, allowing him a renewed sense of vigor, yet retaining his sharp mind.

Callon was equally fortunate for having his helmet protect him from the adverse effects of Ridley’s roar. For Jack and Burt however, it became a different story altogether.

The pirate growled, as he charged forward and barreled his shield into the nearest group of Akata and Zoids. He smashed into them with a bone-crushing force, stronger than he ever did in his entire life. His gunblade equally sang through the air, cutting down any foe that dared approach.

“Jack! What are you doing! You’re losing formation!,” Callon bellowed, trying to cut through the chaos of the battlefield.

Jack heard the call, but it barely registered over the roaring in his mind. He continued to be a battering ram and a wild slasher, driven by pure ferocity. All he thought of was to destroy anything that blocked his path.

For the ermine cowboy, his rage turned into anger. The hatred for the clan that imprisoned his father and caused their separation suddenly surfaced. His normally calm and calculating demeanor turned icy, his eyes narrowing as he spun his pistol with a raging hand. Fortunately, he maintained his sanity enough to recognize a foe from his allies. For Callon however, it had been an added problem for as he was trying to get the pirate back to formation, he had another ally losing himself into the heat of battle.

“Hey Burt! Not you too!,” the sniper shouted, his voice already strained with the effort of keeping the team together. “Shinku, please don’t tell me you’ve lost control as well.”

“Don’t worry about me or them,” Shinku replied with a steady voice. “Focus on yourself for now. Find a vantage point and cover them instead,”

Callon hesitated for a while, but found the wisdom in the assassin’s voice. With a curt nod, he broke away from the skirmish, his form moving swiftly while he scanned the battlefield for a higher position. It wasn’t an easy task given his chaotic surroundings but he was lucky enough to spot the wreckage of a building that should give him a platform, high enough for a better perspective on the battlefield.

He sprinted towards the ridge, ducking and weaving through the carnage, his sniper rifle slung over his back. He climbed quickly as soon as he reached the base of the ruins, finding holds on uneven stones and shattered beams.As he reached the top, he crouched low, steadying himself on the precarious platform. He stooped low, quickly scanning the battlefield to pinpoint his allies.

Jack was still rampaging through the enemy lines, while Burt furiously took down surrounding foes with his pistol.

Callon unslung his rifle and positioned himself behind a half-collapsed wall for cover. He took a deep breath, locking his eyes on his sniper’s scope. With practiced precision, he took aim and fired on foes that could potentially harm his comrades from their blind spots.

His first shot took down a Zoid that had been closing in on Burt from behind. The second found its mark in an Akata that was about to nearly pounce on Jack. He continued with carefully aimed shots, his targets chosen carefully to protect his allies.

Seeing that Callon has secured himself a safe spot, Shinku focused back on the chaos around him. It was a sea of unending enemies, Akata, Zoids and other unmade monstrosities. A chorus of roars and growls mingled with the battlecries of Markov’s army that had their vigor renewed, and their courage, or more accurately - their furies unleashed.

He ducked under the swipe of a Zoid, its claws barely missing his head, and countered with a quick slice that teared through the beast’s metal body like paper. Without pausing, he spun and drove his sword into the chest of an Akata that lunged at him from behind. He then moved quickly to help Callon protect Burt and Jack enemies that could potentially exploit their bind spots.

While he continued his deadly dance across the battlefield, something began to gnaw at the edge of his senses. Despite their furious assault, the enemy’s movements felt too coordinated, too strategic for a horde of mindless beasts.

He paused briefly, his instincts kicking in as he once again scanned the battlefield. Amid the chaos, his keen eyes picked up on subtle cues—groups of Akata moving in tighter formations, Zoids seemingly responding to some unseen command. This wasn’t just the result of the Fade’s dark influence. There was something more, a force driving these creatures with purpose.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, searching for the source of this unnerving coordination. That’s when he saw them—three massive Akata, each distinct from the others. These weren’t like the regular beasts they’d been fighting; these were larger, their bodies more robust, their movements more deliberate. These beasts moved more intelligently, with an eerie aura in them that sent chills down Shinku’s spine.

They stood out not just because of their size but because of the way the other creatures seemed to defer to them, moving in sync with their commands. The Alphas were directing the battle, their roars and snarls sending ripples through the enemy ranks, guiding the horde with precision. Shinku realized that these Alphas were acting as field commanders, amplifying the Fade’s influence and ensuring that the unmade army’s assault was more than just a chaotic surge.

“It’s time,” Shinku muttered, holding the crimson pendant that hang from his neck. The pendant pulsed with dark energy, resonating with the bloodthirst that surged through his veins.

With a sharp tug, he pulled the pendant then held it aloft as the battlefield raged around him. The pendant’s deep red hue seemed to darken, as if drawing in the bloodshed that surrounded them. The assassin of shadows could feel the power within it stirring with a malevolent and ravenous force.

“Rise, O Demon of Blood, and heed the call of your master,” he whispered, and as the final syllable left his mouth, the pendant shuddered violently, and a dark, swirling mist began to emanate from it. The mist coalesced into a dense cloud, seeping into the ground at Shinku’s feet. The earth beneath him trembled, as if the very soil recoiled in fear of what was about to emerge.

Suddenly, the ground split open with a thunderous crack, and from the fissure rose a towering figure. The Blood Demon. Its form was a twisted amalgamation of sinew, bone, and raw power, with skin that looked like it had been flayed, revealing pulsating veins and muscles beneath. The demon’s eyes were pits of burning crimson, and its maw was filled with rows of jagged, bloodstained teeth. It stood twice the height of any man, its presence casting a shadow of dread across the battlefield.

The crimson creature let out a guttural roar, its voice a cacophony of rage and hunger that echoed across the plains.

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“Destroy those huge Akatas,” Shinku ordered, his voice steady despite the immense power he just unleashed. The demon’s response was immediate, launching itself towards the nearest Alpha Akata with terrifying speed, its massive claws slicing through whatever blocked its path.

Shinku quickly threaded the cleared path, coming for the aid of the demon that he unleashed. He arrived just in time when the Alpha Akata locked claws with the blood demon. As he always did, he sneaked through the shadows and reappeared behind the Akata while it’s occupied in a skirmish with the blood demon.

He sliced through its nape, but as expected, tearing through its flesh wasn’t as easy as with the Zoids and Akata that he cut down earlier. This creature’s skin was a thick, sinewy hide, forcing a sharp force that reverberated up the assassin’s arm. Yet, it wouldn’t stop him from throwing relentless strikes on the Alpha Akata.

The giant creature roared in pain and anger, its attention momentarily divided between the blood demon clawing its front and the assassin who had dared to strike from behind.

The fierce roars of the Alpha Akata resonated through the battlefield, drawing the attention of the surrounding Zoids and lesser Akata. As Shinku and the blood demon continued to press their attack, the creatures responded with frenzied aggression. The tide of enemies surged towards the Alpha Akata, their collective focus shifting to protect their leader.

From all sides, the Zoids and Akata converged on Shinku and the blood demon. The once chaotic battlefield now seemed to be driven by a singular, monstrous will to shield the Alpha. With that strong primal instinct, the surrounding unmade army surged forward in a chaotic wave of claws and teeth. They moved with fierce coordination, both metallic and bone claws ready to tear anything that threatened their leader.

The blood demon roared in defiance as it turned its attention to the encroaching swarm. Its claws swept through the air, raking through the nearest Zoids with savage efficiency. Each swipe sent sparks flying as metal met flesh, and the demon’s immense strength crushed through the ranks of the lesser foes. Yet, despite its ferocity, the sheer volume of enemies began to overwhelm even the powerful demon.

Shinku, though surrounded, maintained his focus. He darted through the chaotic throng, his blade slashing through flesh and metal. He weaved between the attacking Zoids and Akata, careful not to be locked by their numbers . He tried to hunt back the Alpha Akata’s weak points but the army of Zoids and Akata began to take their toll.

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The duo Centurions, Marius Titus and Vatallion eyed each other as Okor, the Chaos Marine fell back and the two mighty warriors fighting him (Weiss and Anderson) suddenly were dragged away on a cot toward a nearby medical tent.

The soldiers in front of them were confused because their enemy was retreating.

Marius Titus and Vatallion eyed each other and nodded. It was a good time to advance for now while they had the advantage and Okor was retreating.

"Profer!" was screamed while it echoed through the forest and the Legionaries continued their surrounding assault on the retreating enemies on the front lines while cutting down enemy after enemy with plasma-heated gladiuses.

Vatallion yelled the orders in Latin as loud as it could be bellowed through the area “Press the advantage!" he bellowed, "Drive them back!"

With the formation at the forefront, each legionnaire would have a short time upfront and eventually, it was time to switch lines.

As fresh soldiers pushed up front, the Romans already fighting would switch lines and move to the middle and the middle moved to the back of the lines so the formation could always stay rested.

Whatever newfangled speaking devices the Centurions carried on their armors dumbfounded the two Roman men.
People were speaking through the little headpiece they were given to them and whoever was talking immediately made them flinch instinctively.

“This is Maracov's command, right?”

This was going to be a long fight with these new devices.

Command simply looked back at each other with a raised eyebrow “Uh, Latin’s being used again, sir.”

“Tell them to speak English.”

“SPEAK ENGLISH!”
Vatallion muttered lightly in Latin, cutting out of his Latin accent to speak English

“What are your commands? Shall we return to help the others until the Fade arrives?”

Barking in English got translated to Latin orders back to Marius and Vatallion as they nodded.

“Hold the Lines, men! The Legionaries breathed a light sigh and back to the formation they went.

“Just because the enemy is retreating, doesn’t mean break time! I said “FORMATIONS!”

Minutes passed and as the din of the battle continued, sudden loud noises started to form and a giant energy beam was sent by a giant hulking machine.

“What on Neptune's green Earth is THAT?!” Vatallion and Marius screamed almost in unison.

Vatallion screamed in Latin “What the hell just happened out there, command?”

Command read off as fast as they could “The Fade, it’s here! Watch your backs!”


The center was crumbling fast until—

“Wait, what was THAT?!”

A screech echoed across the battlefield. Waves of energy surged, empowering those nearby.

Marius and Vatallion smiled. They would have to thank the purple dragon for the sudden boost in energy later that is if they survived the battle at hand.

Marius and Vatallion stood back to back while legionaries rushed to protect their Centurions “What was that, Vatallion? Blue power shimmered off the two Romans and their legions “I don’t know, but whatever it is, it is making our attacks that much stronger.”

But in the back of Marius’s mind, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth. How long did Ridley’s energy boost actually last? Were they running into a brick wall?”

Without Summer here or the Gods, what were thier chances against a formidable machine bigger than them and stronger than Okor?”

This negative self talk was not doing anything for the Legion. In war, the strong survive. It was only fact.

Marius looked over at Vatallion “Wait, what about Connor’s army? We were with them on the plane? Aren’t they fighting as well on the field?”

Vatallion struggled to yell above the screech “You mean John Connor? He seemed like he’d be interested in working with us for now, is that right?”

The Legions of Rome meanwhile held the line and focused on keeping their own safe. For if they lost formation, they’d be swiftly yelled at or worse but everyone was too distracted and or fighting to do that.

Marius looked back and gritted his teeth, this planet deserved a future.

“Vatallion, keep the line going, I’ll be back.”

“Marius, What the hell are you doing?”

“I said I’ll be back, didn’t I?”

Vatallion scowled “Heh, hope you save some fun for me at least.” They patted each other’s shoulders and nodded.

It was a calculated risk but it had to be done, Marius fought his way through enemy after enemy, somehow still standing after leaving wreckage in his wake.

It didn’t take him long to find Connor’s forces, they held these strange weapons that contained plasma and they could shoot at a enemy, taking down machines in its wake.
Connor’s ear rung “It’s Marius, you know the Roman centurion from the ship? Says he needs your help.”

John looked up as he gritted his teeth. “Akatas are swarming! What are you doing, solider, get back to your legions!”

Marius looked somewhat out of breath “We need your help.”

John frowned “Fine, you help us, in exchange, I got you covered as well. But while you are out there, find Shinku and his crew. They are looking for me.”

Marius frowned “What do they look like?”

John frowned, “Headband along with a solider with him also look for a mouse creature and a pirate.”

Marius nodded “I’ll try to look for them and point them in the right direction.”

“Heads up!”

John shot his gun over Marius’s shoulder at a unmade sneaking up on them.

“Next time, keep your focus on the battle!”

Marius nodded and began running again to find Shinku and company.

Sooner than later, after cutting down a hint of small fry unmade, Marius finally ran across Shinku and company.

“I’m… here to rely information based on John Connor. He said to go- “Behind you!”

Marius suddenly cut down the nearest enemy nearest Shinku.

“Thank you, you know where Connor is? Marius nodded “He was seen in my last position.”

“Come on, follow me and i’ll cover you guys.”

Connor nodded to a few of his soldiers as they looked over at Marius “I don’t know, can we trust them? They are as human as we are right?”

John didn’t exactly know Marius well, but they were a human solider. It didn’t matter their intentions currently as long as they could fight with them.

It showed that no matter the time or era, the faces maybe different but they still shared the same warrior spirit.

Marius called Vatallion with his men and told them to pull back temporarily and carve a path toward the Akatas. That was where everyone seemingly was truely needed.

As Marius finally started the fight working with John Connor and his Tech-Com army and his allies, it would take a while before Vatallion and the rest of the Roman Legionaries would push their way through, screams and gritting of teeth would occur, making medics run back and forth tending to injured legionaries starting to feel thier wounds catching up with them.

John Connor nodded, pointing out various tips Marius could learn from the futuristic methods while Marius showed a few ancient tips and tricks from the area.

Vatallion and the group of Legionaries finally got there and would cover what was left of John Connor’s own soldiers “Backup has arrived!”
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Meanwhile Jak had his hands full, slashing what he could of unmade until he reached a crucial area where a Akama stood.”

He would debate his new loyalty to Wyvern later and his sins could wait.”

Jak took a deep breath, letting Ridley’s screech give him new strength. Whatever pain he felt from the bullet wound was suddenly gone as he gritted his teeth.

“Anyone need a hand yet?” as the eco warrior jumped into the fray with Travis slashing at the beast in front of him.
 

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“Sir, are you all right? Sir!”

Ben swallowed with difficulty, bile building at the corners of his mouth. to feel so many souls cry out - and then be silenced - it struck through his core like a knife.

Ben took a slow, deep breath, trying to keep his exhaustion inaudible as he silently read the situation. The Syntech forces fighting alongside his beleaguered survivors had found some fortune in being outside of the Fade’s direct path, but they were still trapped on all sides. what was worse were the Akata - Not only were they swarming with direct coordination alongside their lessers, there were giants among them - Commanders, Ben would reckon, and they were far too tough to go down any time soon.

If there were any solace, it would be found in Graowr’s eyes - amidst all the turmoil and destruction on the land, the Majin seemed to find a focus he’d not expected from her. Were it not tainted with anger, fear, he’d find it commendable - and he certainly could not expect her to be a jedi about such things. He’d been around her just long enough to see how childish her soul remained… it hurt him to see her thrust into this situation, this war. Something she was not emotionally ready for, and yet… she’d kept him and his team alive. Like Obi-wan and the rest of the souls here, they were paying for the lives they were saving with the scars the battlefield left on their souls.

The Majin and the Jedi were currently back-to-back, holding a forward position while the Jason X’s maintained a shield wall around their limited ranged support. Ben’s blade was a hurricane, and Graowr’s unpredictable attacks were a rainstorm. Together, they had done more than push back the Fade’s remaining soldiers.

This was no triumph, however. This was a challenge issued, and like it or not, the enemy answered, as an Akata the size of an elephant charged towards the two symbiote-carriers.

Graowr dodged left. Kenobi dodged right. The Beast barreled forward and, to Ben’s horror, pushed past. It seemed to Target the Jason X’s and their cohorts first, and the Jedi Knight reached out instinctively with the force.

He could hear Graowr’s chilled “Nooo!” And the sound burned in his ears as he felt his strength fail to hold back the beast, barreling through his force hold with blistering momentum.

The Unmade monster moved at the speed of thought, but it was not the only one, as a white blur appeared between the Alpha Akata and it’s targets. A Black glyph in the shape of a snowflake formed as a barrier in front of the Akata, and it’s force seemed to be driven back at it as it struck the great barrier and rebounded, sent off it’s feet as it’s momentum was driven back into it.

The Beast let out a howl that nearly drowned out the Gasping and panting of the new figure , a woman draped in a white cloak and bearing a sword glowing with exotic crystals. She held an icy stare that managed to intimidate even Ben as the old Jedi rushed to her side with Grawor in toe. She was clearly someone who had seen just as much as he had in her young life, perhaps more - that was clear just at a glance in those tired eyes. It was a sad thought, but in this moment the steel hidden behind that age was welcomed.

“Your arrival is well-timed.” Ben offered, before taking a stance, ready to take on the Giant Akata in front of them. “We need to take this monster down, before it causes more problems along the front lines.”

“If we can pin it down, I can rip it to shreds!.” Graowr offered with a vicious snarl.

“I can do enough damage to cripple it, but it won’t be easy with how much it’s moving around” Weiss put forward.

“Then I will hold it down.” Ben replied with an exhausteds mile. There was so much character to both of these women, and yet right now Ben had no time to learn anything about them.. Not yet friends, but allies made in the thick of battle, with no common link except a common foe. A common foe… and the shared empathy that pushed all of them to fight to save others. To fight tyranny rather than to shirk from it.

The Akata ran forward, and Ben pushed his hands forward. The force Rippled through him, holding the creature down. The tentacles of his symbiote were not far behind, rippling from his hands and wrapping around The Akatas legs, then carving tethers into the ground beneath in imitation of the Living’s own roots, lashing it to the floor.

Ben groaned as the Akata struggled. More tethers gripped into the ground beneath kenobi, The Akata grounding the Jedi physically as Obi-wan struggled to keep his hold on the Akata down. It was just so huge.

Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, will you? Hmm?

Yoda’s stunning commentary still struck a chord in Ben to this day, reminding him that he had so much to learn. Taking a deep breath and forcing his calm forward, he felt enough strength return to him to hold it down for another few seconds at the very least.

Weiss used every single one, as a white blue criss-crossed the Akata from every direction, sword wounds cutting through it’s legs as it let out an inhuman roar of pain.

The huntress used the new opening as she held a hand forward, and a Red ball of energy burned the very air around it.

Cero!” Weiss spat, as a dark red beam of energy went straight into the Akata’s mouth and exploded.

The Beast stumbled to it’s knees, just as Ben’s strength gave out, but the Creature’s eyes were still filled with hate, As Weiss held Myrtenaster close - ready to dodge any attack it might have had left.

Fortunately, as a pair of bright, burning balls of Yellow ki were coalesced into a sphere of plasma the size of a man - she didn’t really have to worry.

Final… Flash!![/i]”

Graowr’s energy blast cut across the ground, enhanced by her symbiote’s raw power as the Beam caught on the Akata’s flesh. It gave out a helpless scream as it was pushed, inch by inch, by the bludgeoning energy that threatened to sweep it off it’s feet. The beast dug it’s heels in, stubbornly trying to push back against the blast that had caught it in the side, and sealed it’s own doom - the Powerful blast of energy, faced with the immense strength of the Akata’s body, chose the path of least resistance, and pushed a hole straight through the beast, leaving a charred hole in the Akata’s body large enough for one of the Cyber-jason’s to walk through.

It stood up on two legs, stumbling forward, and Obi-wan was worried it might not be enough. He could not have been more relieved when it stumbled forward one more step and then fell face-first into the ground.

He also likely could not have been more embarrassed when the shock sent the unprepared jedi knight off of his feet.

“Thank the force…” Obi-wan muttered, looking at the great beast that had fallen before them… and giving a pained sigh at the thought that this was just one small victory in a very long road ahead.
 

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Lilith tumbled through the acrid, smog-congested sky, flailing like a mad banshee before she regained her bearings and looked to get even. She paused though, remembering they had took the plunge for a reason, and then she spotted it — a veil of glittering stars, and sailing atop, a fuzzy creature on two legs and what she guessed was a bodyguard. Bouncing off the polluted air, she zipped towards her destination and landed on the hastily swerving platform, striking a pose.

“Ta-da,” she halfheartedly cheered to no one.

The humanoid goat person and the woman in military uniform stared bewildered at Lilith for a moment, then right on cue the she-devil’s two best pals appeared at her feet, teleporting with only seconds to spare from splattering onto the foul, unforgiving earth.

“Chara!” Asriel bleated, forgetting to keep up the pressure on the unmade as he rushed to lift his sister.

“Hey Rei. Get into any trouble while I was out?” Chara returned her brother’s warm embrace, regretting how brief it had to be. But that was okay. Asriel and Hawkeye were in good health, and that’s what mattered most.

“Pfft. Nothing yours truly wouldn’t handle. You look... tired.” Asriel knew his sister was strong, he was surprised to see she barely had any injuries! Her outfit was a little worse for wear though. They should really stop to get that patched up.

“Ahh, it was practically—”

“Oh, Uncle Sans! You’re back!” Asriel pulled the skeleton into a hug as well, before ducking down to counter a laser rifle round with a blast of fire magic.

Sans chuckled hesitantly. * he... heya, nephew. hope you weren’t roughhousing while i was gone.

The realization dawned on Asriel, and he covered his mouth sheepishly. “Sorry- I didn’t mean- You—”

* heh, don’t worry about it, kid.

It was unusually serene, even for being in the middle of a warzone. Something was off.

Lilith, instead of causing a ruckus, was completely transfixed on Asriel, drool running down her chin, all thoughts of revenge dissipated.

Asriel noticed the attention he was getting, and he flinched. He hasn’t been viewed like that by, well, anyone. Especially not such a pretty lady. He found himself eyeing her... face! Yeah. Wait, that’s...! A white-hot jolt of hatred seethed through him, and he turned away from the butcher who killed his sister standing right in front of him.

Chara elbowed Lilith hard enough that she’d actually feel it. “Oi.”

“Who is that?” Lilith purred, her gaze unblinking.

“Asriel. My brother.” Chara prayed that would deter Lilith at least a little.

Unfortunately, it did the opposite. “Oh, it’s one big family reunion. You two are definitely related.” Lilith’s belief was for less than modest reasons.

“I am adopted.”

“Hm, must be a coincidence then.” It was probably for the best Lilith didn’t elaborate on that.

The five of them smited errant parademons and winged zoids out of sky with red knives, bombardments of bones, and concussive constellations. Lilith helped in her own way, tossing out a few shivs here and there.

None of this sat right with Sans. This witch, inserting herself where she doesn’t belong... It was beyond unforgivable. * i saw what you were doing.

* you got something you wanted to say about him?

Lilith wiped off the waterfall forming at her mouth. “Mm, more than you could ever know. But I’d rather let my actions do the talking.”

Sans’ eye burned with icy vitriol. * N O Y O U ’ R E N O T . . .

Lilith had found yet another of the pile of bones’ nerves to strike. “Aw, don’t get all worked up now. I wouldn’t wanna make Chara jealous.”

* as if anyone would want an old lady creeping on them.

Apparently it was up to Asriel to be the adult here. “If you idiots want me to keep this platform moving, there’s a lot of unmade to focus on with guns. I can hear you talking behind my back, jerkwads.”

This reaction wasn’t entirely unexpected to Chara, given her brother’s history with people speaking for him. Still, it was concerning to hear him incensed to this point.

Sans, however, was unconvinced Asriel had grasped the stakes. * shush, nephew. uncle sans is havin’ a spat right now.

* i’m tryin’ to prevent a family takeover.

This did little to change Asriel’s mind, and he retorted utterly unamused. “Gonna drop you both if you keep it up.”

Sans gave up the effort, for now. Clearly he had overstepped some boundary (though Lilith was far more guilty, by the way!), and he reminded himself that this was not the same Asriel he knew from his reality.

Goat boy had more bite in him than Lilith expected. Seems she had also exposed a vulnerability without even trying. “Ooh... Sure, we can always get to know each other better after this.”

Asriel’s chaos saber sparkled out from his palm reflexively. “You can get better acquainted with the heat of the sun you—”

“Asriel! Platform! Please!” Chara yelped, as the cloud of stars started to flicker and lose its vibrance, nearly sending group into free fall before Asriel stabilized his emotions.

Lilith looked incredibly pleased with herself. “Hm, that’s too bad. Maybe seeing more of me and Chara together will change your tune?”

Asriel only gave a disgusted snort. This lady wasn’t worth the trouble, not when the fate of the world was in their hands. Getting a rise out of him was exactly what Lilith wanted.

The five rode in relative silence, outside of anything related to the war. It felt like everyone else didn’t take the danger as seriously as Sans. Indeed, Lilith had achieved greater heights of depravity than he thought possible. Asriel knew how to stick up for himself, but that wouldn’t be enough against the full extent of Lilith’s grossness. Was Chara really capable of stopping her? The fiend seemed to lack any morals or restraints. Did Sans want to find out how true that was?

Lilith’s appetite for provocation was sated for the moment, and her eyes were drawn to the battlefield, and her one desire above all others. She marveled at the ballistic geyser of scintillating devastation erupting from the Pirate King’s maw, his savage arson spree storming the unmade. Her admiration dampened, though, overtaken by a wistful pall. She wasn’t out there enjoying the mayhem with Ridley, resigning herself to watch from afar. That’s how it should stay, while her passion had gone down the gutter.

She wouldn’t have to confront this feeling for much longer. The end was approaching, and when it did, the calm before the apocalypse finally broke.

Most were paralyzed in dread. The few that made any attempt to voice their disbelief were drowned out by the absolute manifestation of nothingness.

It lanced through the front lines, as ravenous and merciless as a black hole, snuffing out hundreds of lives, like a candle in a typhoon.

The void of sound subsided, and the resulting shockwave sent the five reeling back. Against all odds, Lilith was the quietest as they were knocked to the ground.

A bleak haze settled upon them, heads lowered in solemn reverence as they suffered through the various stages of grief. A desolate valley was the only thing remaining of the calamity.

Lilith, of course, had no such heartache. Her immediate focus was the titanic mecha. It was steadily advancing like a rocket-propelled skyscraper, crimson lights radiating through the dark atmosphere with the malice of a menacing spectre.

Pummeling an Arbiter might bring Lilith some sense of relief. Everything else had failed. And if that didn’t work...

She bolted towards the Fade.

“Going off without me?” Chara called out.

“I need to get this over with.” Lilith continued on. It was about time she finished this already.

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When she arrived on the scene, she was treated to a grand display of Wyvern’s superiority. Princess Flak going mech-to-mech as she piloted Epyon, Phantoon siphoning the Fade with its slavering tentacles at every opportunity, and Lord Ridley loosing a relentless stream of plasma. There was also that new guy - what was his name? Boris? - hanging onto the void mech’s torso.

So this is supposed to be an Arbiter. Kinda disappointing.

Honestly, it sickened her. Not just the Fade, the entirety of the unmade. They could have the veneer of personality, show emotions, and seem to feel pain. But she knew it was all a facade. They may differ in power, but they were all the same at the fundamental level. Hollow vessels with no will of their own.

And yet she must fight.

Epyon skidded across the earth as it blocked a colossal jab, on course to squash Lilith beneath its heels. Lilith, rather than sprinting out of harm’s way, sprang onto the gundam’s leg and dashed along its frame as if it was a jungle gym.

“Woah, hiya Lilith!” Flak hollered from the mech’s speaker. “Where ya been?”

Lilith wasn’t in the mood for a chat, but regardless, the Fade was accelerating towards the two to pulverize them under its megaton force.

“Uh, catch up with ya later!” Flak wrenched an arm to switch Epyon to its aerial mode, and jetted off before her and Lilith were pulped by the enormous hydraulic press.

As Lilith climbed onto the gundam’s helm, she flew past the space dragon. “Sup Boss.”

Ridley wasn’t particularly caught off guard, replying with an affirmative grunt.

Lilith was a truly unstable element to account for, but she was nonetheless one of Ridley’s most prized assets. Had she really earned that, though? She wanted to ask, but it would be pointless.

She pushed all that contemplation aside, clicking the null grenade in her hand. As Epyon arced into range of the Fade, she leapt into the air and hurled the weapon. It plinked the ebony hull, then released an explosive shower of sparks, disrupting the built-up void energy primed to discharge.

The unmade Arbiter howled.

RREEEEAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Lilith griped as she landed. “Geez, she’s a loud one.”

“Hah! Get a taste of ’nade, Fade!” Flak whooped, firing a volley of Vulcan shells in celebration.

The hive mind consciousness of the Akata was thrown into disarray. The beasts thrashed around wildly, scattering like ants. With a fractured formation, and the alphas bludgeoned into unrecognizable slabs of twitching meat, the Fade’s defenses were proven to be flawed. Gaps existed in its fabled-to-be-impervious armor - it was up to Wyvern to rip into and exploit them.

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Shinku’s grip tightened around his blade as he battled the relentless swarm of unmade enemies. The unmade army seemed endless, pouring forth in waves, each Zoid, Akata and whatever unmade monstrosity there, came more twisted and deadly than the last. His muscles burned with the effort of fending them off. Even so, the sheer number of enemies threatened to overwhelm him.

Near him, the blood demon continued its skirmish with the monstrous Akata that led most of the unmade force around them. Similar to his struggle, the crimson demon was locked in a fierce battle, both by the Alpha Akata and its swarming minions. Despite its massive claws raking across the Akata's thick hide, the demon could not gain the upper hand against such a formidable foe.

Their only ally was a roman soldier that hacked through some of the unmade creatures. Marius, the roman soldier, at least was good enough to cover a portion of the swarm that relentlessly poured upon them.

“Shinku!” Marius bellowed, his voice cutting through the din of battle. “Will this battle ever end!”

“Not unless we take down that huge beast over there!,” the assassin shouted back, his voice already strained with effort as he parried another attack.

Marius glanced at the Alpha Akata, then back at the relentless waves of enemies surrounding them. "Then we’ll have to work together. I'll hold off the swarm. You and your demon focus on bringing that thing down!"

“Will you be alright with this many enemies?,” Shinku asked while still occupied with a swarm of enemies. His doubt however, seemed to lighten a bit when one of his foes was obliterated by a shot from afar. “Callon,” he whispered, “Of course I still have you guys.”

“Arrr! Ye be always hogging these things to yerself mate!,” Jack suddenly cut off as he battered through the swarm, while his gunblade fired off rounds at the unmade creatures around Shinku..

“Took you long enough,” the assassin retorted, while he quickly dispatched another Zoid with a swift slash. And before he could take care of another, a spray of bullets rained down from above, tearing through the advancing unmade creatures. As he glanced up, the form of Burt came landing down beside him.

“Well now, partner,” Burt drawled in his thick cowboy accent, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Looks like y’all could use a bit of help wranglin’ these varmints.”

“Nice timing. But don’t get too comfortable,” Shinku replied. “There’s still plenty more where that came from.”

“Arrr! Ye’ know us,” Jack’s voice cut through once again against the chaotic backdraft. “There be nothin’ we couldn’t handle! These scallywags don’t stand a chance!”

“Alright Marius! Looks like we can carry on with your plan after all!,” Shinku smirked, even as he had to parry another attack. “I’ll leave these monsters up to you guys. I have a giant beast to handle.”

“Aye!,” Jack and Burt bellowed in unison. With that confirmation, the assassin of shadows disappeared, reappearing in an instant near the giant Akata.

Thanks to his crew and the roman soldier, the swarm seemed to lessened around the blood demon as well, allowing it to focus in a savage duel with the Alpha Akata. The assassin began to mutter under his breath, summoning serpentine creatures from the ground that coiled and latched on both the giant Akata’s legs. The Akata screeched in pain as the serpents' supernatural fangs bit into its flesh.

Below, Jack’s shield whirred, its clocks moving slowly, influencing the swarm of enemies around it. Their unmade foes began to move sluggishly. The once, menacing swarm began to falter, their limbs dragging and their movements growing cumbersome.

This gave the pirate’s allies an advantage against the unmade monsters’ numbers.

Callon, from his vantage point, continued to provide cover fire, his sniper rifle picking off any enemy that threatened to breach their defenses.

While the rest of them kept the swarm of unmade beasts at bay, Shinku and the Blood Demon focused on taking down the giant Akata. The assassin of shadows’ form flickered in and out of sight, his blade striking at the monstrous beast from every angle while the blood demon forced their gigantic foe in a skirmish lock against itself.

With all its limbs restricted, Shinku was allowed a better freedom of movement against the Alpha Akata. The beast’s once intimidating size and strength were now its weaknesses, immobilized by the serpentine creatures and the relentless assault from the blood demon.

The assassin increased its burden further, by striking the beast on all its vulnerable points. The beast's roars of agony grew more desperate, while it defiantly struggled to fight for its life.

With Shinku’s continuous barrage of strikes and the blood demon’s claw sucking out life from it, the Alpha Akata’s strength eventually wore down. In a final, defiant roar, the giant beast collapsed and crashed to the ground. The serpentine creatures that once coiled around its legs vanished into the earth. At least on their side of the battle, the unmade forces began to move in disarray without a leader coordinating them.

“Alright Marius, bring us to Connor. We still have that monster to conquer,” Shinku rasped, his eyes darting to the Fade.

The bloodied Marius nodded, giving Shinku and his crew a gesture to follow him. They pushed through the chaos of the battlefield, their coordinated movements carving a path toward Connor’s position.
 

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Mickey Mouse was a little lonely, and that was freakin’ weird.

High above the battlefield, that was the one thought he had. He knew it was a strange time to be feelin’ that way — especially since, looking down, there were probably more individual beings in his line of sight than he’d actually ever seen before — but he couldn’t help it. The great big mass of nameless unmade was decidedly not friend-shaped, and it has done a pretty bang-up job of separating him from his companions.

He peeked over the edge of the Magic Carpet, scanning for any sign of the others. Swarms of akata lurched below him, but the other five members of his little squad were nowhere to be seen. He huffed, frustrated, as the slimy beasts began to overtake a squad of Cevanti’s finest. He straightened his shoulders and tightened his grip on his keyblade.

Time to be a hero.

Then he looked up to see an airborne Zoid zoom, zoom, zoomin’ towards him.

“Frick!” he shouted as the pterodactyl Zoid slammed into his abdomen, wrapping its talons around his midsection and carrying him off the Carpet and up into the sky.

“Rrrraugh!” the mouse king growled, banging the hilt of his keyblade into the Zoid’s back. “Let go of me, fella!!” The beast pivoted upwards, heading directly for the airborne theatre above them. Mickey glanced around the things hulking-yet-wiry form, watching as ships and other air fighters tangled with more Zoids like this one, along with other unmade fighters. He scowled as he struggled against the pterodactyl’s iron grip — where were Blues and Rush when you needed them?!

Then, just as they were within 100 meters of the airborne fighters, the Zoid swerved, changing its course from directly up to directly down — and Mickey’s scowl grew even wider.

I’m getting suplexed by this thing?! Goshdarnit.

The ground was coming fast. Mickey looked down — even though he knew that wasn’t the smartest thing — and squirmed a bit against the Zoid’s grip, a small whine falling from his lips. Down below, the great gray expanse of Cevanti’s surface was absolutely covered with Zoids and akata, so much so that it looked like a huge black-and-silver swamp rather than what the mouse had come to know as the ground. Mickey blinked, knowing that within moments, he’d become a part of that mass, scrambling and searching for a way out and back to his friends.

It was gonna be awful, but at least he wouldn’t be alone.

CRUNCH.

The whirr of the wind alerted Mickey just in time to shift his weight to the left as something tore through the mouth of the pterodactyl Zoid. He glanced over, watched the Sanguine Spear rip open the creature, causing its arms to slack and his body to be freed. He released his own grip on the creature, falling backwards until he felt his blood literally curdle as something held him aloft.

Down on the ground, Beatrix III held up a hand, straining a bit as she slowly lowered the mouse to the ground. Mickey smiled big.

“Trixie!” he yelled, weaving beneath the legs of Zoids and akata alike as he raced toward the blood mage and leapt into her arms, welcoming her into a much more friendly embrace than he’d shared with the Zoid. She hugged him back quick, but then side stepped and tossed him out.

He knew almost instinctively why. He swung his keyblade out without even searching for a target, swiping it against the skull of a zebra Zoid that had lunged toward the pair. The creature sagged off to one side, collapsing to a heap and stumbling into the path of an oncoming akata horde.

“Watch yourself,” Trixie shouted from just behind his shoulder, conjuring two more sanguine spears and launching them into the mess. Two akata crumpled into the pack, leaving Mickey face to face with the rest.

He sucked in a deep breath, squeezing the hilt of his keyblade. It lit up once again, transforming into the Double Arrowguns — two small, blue laser guns, one for each hand. He leveled it at the pack, then began blasting away indiscriminately. Akata leapt and tried to slice at him, one of them even nicking his ear — eliciting an “owwie!!” from the little mouse — but they were no match. Besides, if he somehow missed them, Beatrix was all too ready to put her abilities on display and destroy them outright.

When at last the small horde was mostly finished off, Mickey spun back towards Beatrix to see she’d successfully grappled one of the akata, and now held it squirming in her arms. She glanced over towards the mouse.

“Come on, Mick,” she said, “finish him!”

She smirked a bit, and Mickey lifted a sarcastic eyebrow. The beast, practically leaking unmade goo, struggled against Beatrix’s grip, looking altogether pathetic. Caught in this position, separated from its pack — its friends — it looked almost lonely, or at least devastatingly alone. Seeing it now, no one would be blamed for feeling just a little bad for it.

Mickey scoffed. He knew better.

“War is heck,” he shrugged, lifting his Arrowgun and blasting the thing’s head clean off its shoulders.

The rest of its body slipped out of Trixie’s grip, and she stood up straight again, brushing herself off. “Well,” she nodded, looking down at it, “that was good. Good job, mouse.”

Mickey rolled his eyes as he stepped towards her, interrupted by the Magic Carpet swooping in between them. He smiled again, grateful to see his pal, and clambered on, looking over at Beatrix.

“Come on,” he beckoned her. “We’ve got a planet to save!”

“Will this thing even hold me?” Beatrix observed the tiny carpet.

“You doubt Carpet’s strength?” Mickey gasped, faux offended, clutching his chest.

Beatrix rolled her own eyes, now, and leapt up onto the Carpet. She lolled about a bit as it sped into the air, grabbing the front corners to support herself and repositioning onto her knees. Mickey chuckled.

“We’ve got to find Jaina and the others,” Trixie glanced up at the mouse.

“Job almost done,” Mickey smirked, tilting the carpet a bit to the right and towards the action below just as Seventeen, Blues, Taeli, and Rush appeared down on the ground. Beatrix looked over the edge, watching as the figures grew larger as they got closer. Seventeen looked up at them first.

“Stop dawdling and haul ass!” she yelled, bravely letting go of one corner to hold up her middle finger at the android.

Mickey swatted the vulgar gesture down. “Language, Trixie!”
 

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Increasingly, she felt like she was just small potatoes in one enormous, hundred-acre crop field.

Of course, that didn’t stop her from trying to be a very good small potato.

“Press forward!” Piper shouted as she slapped at the side of the all-terrain transport vehicle. Down in the pilot’s compartment, a young woman squirmed as she tried to navigate the gaudy machine toward its destination.

“I’m giving her all I can, Ma’am,” a voice replied in earnest as one of the pulse rifles mounted to the right side of the transit hummed to life and spat a scintillating array of plasma bolts toward a rampaging akata. The quadrupedal creature shrugged off a few rounds before the ninth or tenth burst a hole in the center of its fel-tainted skull. With a crash, it slammed into the dirt a few meters northwest of the ambling transport.

“Nice shooting, Jenkins!” Piper shouted as she dropped down from the open-air cupola and waved to the man who was operating their only defensive weapon. He flashed her a thumbs up from his position behind the gun array, which was currently protruding out the side of the vehicle, and while it certainly slowed them down, it was a necessary impediment.

“How long until the front?” Someone asked as Piper started toward the front cab of the vehicle. The redhead pivoted and pursed her lips before turning back and trying to determine how far away they had been from the target.

“A few minutes? We’re making good time.”

“I’m ready.” Someone else remarked as they squeezed their rifle.

“We all are.” Someone else added.

Piper nodded. After helping to coordinate some of the ‘runners’ who were ferrying samples back behind the lines, she had mostly flittered around the theaters of combat. Everywhere she went, she just made sure to talk angrily and sternly enough that no one second-guessed that she was somebody important. It also helped that she had a decade of experience as a general in her ‘past life’ and that her years surviving in the wastes of Cevanti as a Custodian had granted her yet more unique entries into her stupid, cross-dimensional skillset.

Once the Unmaking’s bioweapon had been neutralized, Piper had shifted to coordinating units near the back of the lines. While a vast majority of the forces on the ground were ‘natives’ to Cevanti, there were many more who had flocked here to ‘make a difference’ by fighting the mythical evil that they had read about in stories or seen in newsreels. Unfortunately, it was a whole different experience when that hideous, drooling monstrosity was running toward you. It was a whole different experience when people were dying literally feet away from you, rather than in a news article or on a screen.

While these ‘tourist soldiers’ had wonderful intentions, many didn’t understand the nuance involved in maintaining a front during an active theatre of war. Fragmentation and routing anywhere along the line would become a prime target for enemy saboteurs, and this was especially true when there were also lethal monstrosities actively in the skies above. Aided by a cocktail of caffeine and a few other chemicals she didn’t want to know about; the middle-aged woman had done her part to keep various parts of the line from buckling as the tide ebbed and flowed.

Now, however, she found herself pushing forward as the forces of Markov found themselves pressing the assault. About forty minutes ago, she had been helping to restabilize a particularly devastated company HQ when news came that the assault was being pressed. Reports were trickling in that the Fade was nearing and that momentum was steadily on the side of the attackers. Piper didn’t necessarily ‘buy into’ the reports, but the news marked another shift in the role she had to play.

The company’s ranking officer had been killed by an akata who had broken through the front lines. For all intents and purposes, the lieutenant had done a noble deed by sacrificing himself to ensure the creature didn’t wreak further havoc on the rear detachments. Within minutes, the woman had managed to round up the surviving senior noncoms, and they had hauled ass to join the final push.

“We’re maybe half a mile out.” The voice was the driver, Master Sergeant Williams. “Holy mother of hell, that thing is huge…”

Piper scowled as she started back toward the front of the transport. She got a few steps before they all heard Williams curse over the comm system. There was a violent flash in the distance.

“It’s firing!” Williams screamed as he crushed down onto the brakes and tried to swing the transport around as the scything beam of energy sawed through the battlefield. In an instant, the earth itself was torn wide open, and a terrible wave of heat, light, and concussive force washed backwards into the lines.

The men and women in the armored transport braced themselves as Piper raced to pull Jenkins into the safety of the craft’s hull. She had just managed to yanked him from the gunner’s chair and literally throw him into a harness before the whole vehicle was sent into a wild, backwards roll.

***​

“Ma’am?”

Everything was dark.

Someone was shaking her shoulders.

“Ma’am?”

A firmer shake.

“What?” Piper groaned as her eyes sagged open and she found herself being pulled up off the floor of the transport. Her vision wasn’t entirely in focus, but it seemed as if everything was intact. “If this is heaven, I think I want my money back.”

A few light chuckles as she heard the engines rumble back to life. She found herself being somewhat gently placed in the chair next to the driver.

“You really should have been strapped down, Ma’am,” the Master Sergeant spoke before grimacing slightly as the ailing machine threw up some token resistance against his efforts to get her turned around toward the fighting. “That’s what the harnesses are for, you know.”

“I’m fine,” she replied as she strapped in and leaned forward in the chair. The blast had reduced visibility to just a few yards. “How long was I out? Are our scanners working through this haze?”

“Less than a minute,” Williams remarked as he flicked through some switches one of the machine’s various operating consoles. “The blast has disrupted most communications and tech, but I think that’s mostly because it probably knocked out arrays in this area more than anything else. I’ve already got a handful of older-style messages coming in.”

“What’s the chatter?”

“Fade is under assault. Something about weapons from Syntech and Cytokine being airdropped.”

“Ah, my two favorite corpos… a match made in corporate hell.”

Williams smiled as the transport cleaved through another cloud of low-lying dust. As it did, they seemed to pass through the worst of the fallout, and ahead of them, they could see the unmade Arbiter.

“There she is,” Williams muttered.

“Smaller than I thought it would be,” Piper replied as she turned and looked back into the cab. “Jenkins, you ready to man the gun again?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” The young corporal shouted as he unstrapped and raced over to the cannon.

Up ahead, the fighting was just within reach, but there were still a few… obstacles in their path.

“Light up anything drippy!” Piper shouted as Williams laid onto the accelerator. "
 
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