Public A bit of a Predicament [All are welcome!]

[Xzeench]

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Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood

Here they stood, Aravae, Westenra, and Zachariel before the Mercy of this strange man. A man who quite literally glowed with Authority and back-lit by the Bunker Entrance he had just walked from. He appeared to of seen his fair share of brutal combat in his time, his face scarred up with slash marks and long since healed over burns by some sort of plasma weapon. It was a surprise that even he could survive this inhospitable world they were on. Only a hundred or so meters above the lift where they came. Radiation Storms, and horrendous black sandstorms blew radioactive particles and razor sharp sand that could flay the skin of a man as easy as a butcher skins a deer. He was obviously a Military Man, as his Uniform of cloth and iron could read. His hair graying, and his face contorted into a slightly amused smirk.

The guardsmen he were with stared upward with plastoid faces toward Zachariel, watching his every movement and utterance with a perceptive eye. Maybe some of them would be scared, seeing a eight foot tall monstrosity that could tear a man in half as easy as a sheet of paper. But discipline appeared to only stare forward with a soulless gaze. The Military Man stepped forward, slightly ahead of his two Guardsmen. A pretty lax defense for sure. But perhaps it was hiding something.

Stepping forward, and gesturing toward the ship. He spoke.

"Far away from home aren't you."

His expression suddenly changed to one of cold seriousness.

"Why are you here?"

All of them saw Titus aboard the Gunship petrified into stone. Pointing toward the Command Console as his last act of defiance. Why here of all places and why did the Computer automatically land in this pit... perhaps soon that question will be answered.

(welcome to part 2 )

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel had pulled his weapons out and inspected them while on the ship, once the Queen Mother had left them be. Once he was satisfied, he emerged from the ship to stand alongside Aravae and Westenra. On his back he now carried a jetpack, and attached to the side was his new assault cannon, while on his hip were his heavy pistol and the sword. Standing to his full eleven foot tall height, Zachariel gazed about the place they'd landed. It was a curious location to automatically be landed, though these soldiers before them could hopefully give some answers.

Turning his attention to the man who spoke, fully ignoring the others who's eyes bored into him, Zachariel examined the man in full. Standing tall and calm, Zachariel was nonetheless prepared to move at a moments notice. Not tense, and not unprepared. Staring down at their leader, Zachariel slowly made his way down the ramp, speaking as he went.
"Far from home indeed." Flexing his fingers slowly, Zachariel tilted his head while staring at the leader. "We could ask the same of you."

Chuckling darkly, Zachariel shook his head before a reply could be given to that. Motioning backwards to Titus, he continued on.
"We're here because of him. Perhaps you can help us free him, and explain why he directed us here. Same with the ship."

Zachariel was truthful in their reason for being there, even if he didn't explain everything. They didn't need to know that yet, and they could still prove to be enemies. Silently he hoped that his companions wouldn't reveal everything, but he had no control here, not truly. Despite that, he continued to carry a feeling of power and destructive capabilities with himself.

Xzeench | Westenra Mina

 

[Westenra Mina]

Wearing: Gladiator Armor

Armed with: Five Rings

Equipment: Gamma Ray Lamp

Current Configuration: Melissa Io (See Bio)

The curvy yet slender blonde biot glided smoothly off the ship, frowning at the sight of war everywhere. If this was DLC content, then Westenra was going in blind at only level fifteen.

Every one of the guards had their eyes on Zachariel Steelblood which was only natural, as he was an eight foot tall death machine that had probably killed an actual Nekron at some point without realizing the mighty deed. If they had known what the hell she was, those weapons would likely have been pointed at her round the clock.

"A terrible evil has befallen Cathay. The Queen Mother has arisen from Oblivion to conquer it and indeed, all people. Unless some way can be found to stop her, all the Galaxy would be in danger, along with any you may have even a single shred of feeling for."

It was as concise as she could be on the whole matter. To think it had all started for her as an ambush in transit. Best to listen and observe for now, though she would be quick to help Xzeench with any assistance she required as they explored this death world together.

"We did not arrive willingly, but we mean you know harm. We come as fugitives from a mutual enemy."

 

[Xzeench]

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Zachariel Steelblood
Westenra Mina

The Military Officer saw privy to answer Zachariel's question first. Looking toward Zachariel's faceplate and unfolding a black gloved hand to articulate his statement and answer, each movement clearly well thought out and measured to give the impression of a formal, but authoritative figure.

"This is a Military Installation. Under the direct command of President Killian. I am Colonel Winters of the 21st Ranger Corps, attached to the 2nd Death Troopers."

Winters heavily implied that there were other similar installations dotted about on planet. But the sooty atmosphere, and horrible sandstorms might of obscured their locations, or if there were any sort of other civilization in planet. The fighting. It could of been inferred, that they were all standing in the Demesne of a highly Militaristic Democracy by what Winters had stated.

Then Zachariel mentioned Titus, who stood vacantly in the loading bay. Petrified with one arm outstretched toward the cockpit. As the Queen Mother had left him. Winters raised a single brow at this notion as he and his accompanying Rangers gazed upward at the seemingly stone construct. This illicted a response from Winters.

"Right."

Winters didn't seem to believe Zachariel at first, and his facial expression attested to that clear fact. Westenra stepped forward to make her debut. To which, Winters again raised a brow. Then shortly followed by one of his Troopers stepping forward.

The two Rangers that stood at Winters' side were clad head to toe in some sort of advanced Plastoid type material. Which were made into individual plates that were locked to the body with a blackened bodyglove. Similar to modern day Sith Troopers, or Ancient Republic Clone Troopers. Infact, their armor design eerily resembled those of an Galactic Empire Stormtrooper, transitioned from regular Phase 2 Armor, to Stormtrooper armor, and had weapons based off a Late Clone Wars DC-15 Longrifle.

The Ranger who stepped forward, spoke. And it was made readily appearant. His voice. Particular in tone. If Zachariel or Westenra ever heard the Holos of Ancient Clone Troopers speaking. Then they would have easily deduced that... those men were Clone of Jango Fett. Perhaps it was explainable by the limitless depths of Ancient Catharian Technology. Or direct salvage from the ancient Kaminoan Cloning Facilities... whatever it was. They were not natural creations.

"Sir. If I may speak."

Winters looked over, giving a nod to the Ranger.

"Thank you sir. But I have to say, that the Queen Mother is a Myth. We all heard the stories growing up. How she was the Goddess of this land long since before any of us were born. But-- you say she's real. How is that possible?"

Aravae stepped forward, her voice steadied and hardened by what had happened. She spoke as if giving up a truth ever hidden to herself, and spoke like she had the inborn ability to know the truth. Stepping forward from the Shadows and allowing all eyes to be cast upon her like

"I know is true, because I have seen firsthand her cruelty. She has returned to take back what she views as rightfully hers. This region of the expanse, and beyond. She told us what she was planning, to create a new realm with the souls she takes from this one. I know this... because I am descended from her very being. I'm a creation of whatever she was. I am Aravae... once a Dame, now a unlanded commoner."

The Ranger could audibly be heard gasping upon the Sight of Aravae. The lightly colored skin, with blue and green. The Light Blue hair reminiscent of the sky itself. And the eyes, One of Blue; of peace and freedom. The other of Yellow, of rage and subjugation. The horns of the Devil seen about her brow, and the wings of a Angel sat neatly on her back, and the radiance of some sort of inborn power and ability. That was enough to persuade him, and his compatriot. Winters on the other hand, was not so easily swayed.

"You say something of legends and superstition. You might now bear any resemblance to any alien species in the Codexes. But then again, I can't say I haven't seen your kind before."

Winters continued, as he relaxed his body-language some.

"Our very first General. Our Primaris, our commander who commanded us. Once bore a heavy resemblance to your likeness I'm afraid to say. Primaris Falx. Or Hawk, in Basic. There were all sorts of stories about him, how he was blessed by a god, with a physique strong enough to crush tanks in a single blow and burn platoons of men using some kind of fire-breath. Our ancestors named him the "Sun Dragon". He died thousands of years ago fighting in battle. What I don't understand is why you perfectly mimic him in both looks and mannerisms."

The Ranger who was previously speaking stepped forward again.

"I believe you. Despite how crazy it may sound. Its not a coincidence, others like you have turned up in the past, but the last time one turned up was Primaris Falx. Since then, many prophecies and predictions of the future have come to fruition. The latest might be... related. But the Templars might know more."

Winters added to his Trooper's Statement.

"Yes. The Shield Sergeant is right. The Templars will know more."

Winters suddenly stiffened his jaw. As he made a decision in his mind, before speaking again. His tone once again, Militaristic in nature.

"I'm going to regret this. But I'm going to take you to the President Immediately. He'll decide what happens to you. Come with me."

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He gestured and began to walk, turning around and making way toward the Blast Door, tailed by one of his Rangers. The other, the one who spoke. Waited for Westenra, Zachariel, and Aravae to follow. Aravae was first to follow Colonel Winters. Standing slightly behind him as he walked forward. The rearmost Ranger closed his position behind Zachariel as they began to walk as a group.

As they entered, the large steel blastdoor behind them swung shut and the lights flickered on. They were all quickly greeted with a large corridor. Jam packed with Soldiers, and Scientists among civilians trying to make their day to day duties. Judging by the clock on one of the walls. It was approximately 2000 Hours. Standardized Military Time of course. Winters walked ahead, the people surrounding them parting like the red sea upon sighting him. Others, probably junior enlisted personnel stopped and saluted him as he walked past. Judging by the map on the wall nearby, they were headed straight for the Presidential Office.

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A door ahead slowly opened, and they came face to face with /it/. A massive figure in power armor, stood before them. Blood Red in Coloration and lovingly maintained over the years. This was one of Titus' ilk. Slightly shorter than Titus, but still a formidable combatant. The armor he wore, seemed to be of the same make as Titus' armor, but had several key differences. Being a staff in one hand, and a massive pistol in the other. With a different helmet. A cape also hung off the figures left shoulder, and a loincloth with a picture of a sun emblazoned on it. Indicating that he was of some sort of high rank. He spoke, his voice thunderous like Titus'

"Colonel. I'm sure you have a good reason this time."

"I do Shield Captain."

"Good. Proceed."

There were others like the Shield Captain before them. Standing still like statues while lining the way to the stairway at the end of the hall. Honor Guard, by the looks of it. Handpicked perhaps.

Winters stepped forward, moving up a stairway before stopping before a large steel door. Turning to his followers and Aravae. He spoke again.

"If you have any questions, now is the time to ask. You'll be meeting the President of this world. Maybe you'll lot might be able to explain yourselves."

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

As Westenra came down to stand near him, Zachariel let out a small sigh as she revealed everything. Then, he merely nodded his assent to what she said. Hopefully these people would believe them and thus help them. Keeping his attention on their leader, Zachariel listened calmly as the man spoke. So, this planet was a military installation. That meant they had the potential to raise an army here, one that could topple the Queen Mother.

Smiling darkly at the thought, Zachariel ignored the doubt pervading the mans mind. He couldn't help Titus, but others could. Turning to gaze at the Ranger that stepped forth, Zachariel narrowed his eyes in suprise. This man, and no doubt the other Rangers, were clones, and of Fett. Zachariel knew their voices from when he fought during the Clone Wars, both for and against both sides. That didn't explain why they were here, but it explained what they were, and that made Zachariel all the more suspicious.

Then Aravae and Colonel Winters were speaking to one another, and Zachariel learned far more than he had expected too. What he learned about this Falx was awfully similar to what he knew he could do, what others that had been enhanced as he and Titus could do. Though in Titus' case, more advanced, and rather unique. As Colonel Winter said he'd take them to their leader, Zachariel chuckled in amusement, aware of how often this happened. Then he spoke once more, voice lighter.
"Because your Falx was no doubt descended from the Queen Mother too."

As their escorts moved, Zachariel advanced as well, showing no fear or hesitation in moving. In doing so, he also positioned himself next to Aravae, to both be a known presence, and to better be able to move should the need come. Whether to defend her, Westenra, himself, or simply get out of the way, it didn't matter. Marching along, Zachariel kept a wary eye on the people they passed, taking careful note of those similar to himself. Eventually they reached guards to a certain room, and Zachariel carefully examined the one before him, along with the other guards. They were shorter than himself, or the same height, but it was their armor that drew his attention the most. Each set was meticulously maintained, and each set was a sight to see, one that brought a slight smile to Zachariel face. While it looked great, it was also quite bland, nowhere near the same amount of uniqueness as his own armor.

Maintaining a wry grin on his face, Zachariel simply nodded to their leader before advancing onward, following Winter. When he stopped, Zachariel kept his gaze on the door, listening silently to their guide. Nodding to show his understanding, Zachariel said nothing to Winter, knowing he had no questions for this man, but rather for the president. Turning to Aravae, Zachariel adopted a soft tone to his voice. It was a farce, but a convincing one, and it was genuine in its own way.
"Just stay calm, everything's going to turn out okay."

Keeping his wry grin, Zachariel gently patted Aravae's shoulder, before turning his gaze forward to the door and the next step in this adventure. He wanted her to be calm, really and truly, though he also knew they couldn't be lax in this situation. Regardless, he would be prepared for what the future held.

Xzeench | Westenra Mina

 

[Xzeench]

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The door to the President's Office slowly swung open. It too apart of some heavy blast door. Before them, a large wooden table with computers, tactical displays, and power readings all situated upon it in a meticulous fashion. Behind it, sat in a large leather office chair. A man wearing a Military Uniform not unlike his underlings. A black Coat, situated above a standardized Military Jumpsuit. He was fair skinned, and looked somewhat stressed out judging by the bags under his eyes and general tiredness to his facial features. Approximately in his early fourties, he gave off the air of someone ill-chosen for the job at hand. He only looked at the group of individuals before him, blinking twice at Zachariel before focusing his tired eyes on Aravae and then Westenra then finally at the Colonel. He only opened his mouth, with a depressed sounding droning emanating from it.

"This better be important. I'm a busy man."

The Colonel stepped forward, giving a crisp salute not unlike the conventional galactic militaries outside this sector of space. He too spoke.

"Mr. President. We have good news for you."

"I am in need of good news for once Colonel. What is it?"

The Colonel lowered his salute before adjusting the cuff link to his Uniform.

"Sir. We may just have a cure for this loosing war. These group of people-- I don't know exactly. But they seem to all harbor skills that we need to turn this tide against the Quadrata. And, well. The Prophecies of the Templars mention a group of strangers showing up to save all of us in our time of need. Through them, this war, and the war in the stars can be won."

The President Raised a brow. He looked up to the Colonel with this look of "Are you karking serious?"

"I have no time for superstitions Colonel. They look like Mutants to me, and they should be exterminated."

The Colonel had a change of tone now.

"Sir- Let them prove themselves, if they don't then consider them as so. But, I have a good feeling about them sir. And it's not often I have good feelings."

The President rolled his eyes, grasping a pen in one hand and tapping it against the table.

"One chance Colonel. Or they make like the rest of the Mutants. Extermination. Got it?"

"Yes sir, Thank you sir."

The Colonel saluted again, before rotating on his heels and making his exit through the door. Leaving Westenra, Aravae, and Zachariel in the room alongside the President and two massive guardsmen. The President Spoke again.

"Now that its out of the way. I am President Eden. I'm taking a big risk letting you all stay here, and pissing off most of my General Staff. I've read the report by the Gate guards. You lot seem to be biologically connected to the Gods. I'm not one to believe things like that, but it may be time I get proven wrong for once."

He straightened up in his char, revealing the rest of his face, prior to then. They had only seen his eyes. Looking straight at Zachariel he asked:

"A man of war, Right? Something tells me you enjoy killing. That could be of use"

Then to Westenra.

"Something is off about you. I can't quite put my finger on it. What exactly are you?"

Then last, toward Aravae.

"So you must be the one they speak about. The Prophesied savior of all of us. Something does seem familiar about you though..."

Zachariel Steelblood
Westenra Mina

(OOC: So here we are, with our first morally gray action. Moral choices a plenty is this subplot! Stay tuned!)

 

[Westenra Mina]

Melissa stepped forward to President Eden.

"I am Lady Melissa Io, daughter of Lady Nine Lives of Atrisia.

Westenra deliberately broke her fingers in front of them. The guards grew greatly alarmed, and even more so when Westenra's fingers began to undo the injuries until they were set perfectly in place as though it had never happened. She then floated in the air as the mechanisms in her suit activated, folding her arms.

"I'm as good at killing things as Zachariel Steelblood . I just look hotter when I do it. Plus, I can fly. Like a Superhero!"

(Henry Cavil Superman Theme Plays for a few seconds)

Westenra was just unnatural enough to catch the OOC music, making her dart her head in confusion for a few seconds.

"Any of you hear that?" she asked quietly before quickly getting back to the situation in hand, still floating in the air with her arms folded in a badass manner.

"We can help with your mutant problem."

(90's X-Men Cartoon Theme Plays for a few seconds)

This time, Westenra ignored the OOC music, knowing she would look crazy by focusing on it.

"What can we do to prove our good intentions?"

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Marching into the room with a confident stride, Zachariel gazed over the room, taking it all in moments. Then he focused his attention on the man behind the table, their president no doubt. The man looked tired and as if he weren't prepared for whatever his situation was. Grinning darkly at that, Zachariel held his tongue as the Colonel and the President spoke. What he heard made him raise a non-existent eyebrow, seeing as the good Colonel wanted them to help with some problem of theirs, while the group wanted their help against the Queen Mother.

Chuckling darkly at the irony of it all, Zachariel simply observed them speaking. Sneering as he was compared to a mutant, Zachariel shook his head to that, eyes boring into the President. Sneering down at the small man, Zachariel said nothing for some time, watching silently as the Colonel left. Still staring at the President, Zachariel said nothing while Westenra showed them her abilities. Nonetheless, he couldn't hold back the snort that came from him as she said she could kill as good as himself. When she was finished speaking, Zachariel held his silence for a few moments longer.

Eventually Zachariel spoke, his voice dark, rightfully arrogant, and more than a touch evil.
"A man of war? No dear president. I am war." Taking a bold step forward, Zachariel sneered beneath his helmet, even as he continued. "Those equal to me on the battlefield can be listed on one hand. I could easily kill a thousand of your warriors in the hall, and more than ten thousand skilled soldiers." Zachariel leaned forward then, punctuating each word with force, even as he ignored whatever the guards response would be. "I have slaughtered millions, destroyed dozens of planets, and conquered innumerable more over my life. Mark my words dear president: I am no mutant, no simple man of war. I am war incarnate, destruction given form. None can kill me, none shall stand in my way."

Straightening himself, Zachariel took the step back to stand by his comrades side once more. It was there that Zachariel finished speaking, grinning darkly, his voice rumbling as he finished.
"I will help you against this foe, the Quadrata. But do not presume to command me, and most certainly do not try to stop me." Curling his hand into a fist before himself, Zachariel chuckled. "Your foes will crumble into dust, and then our foes shall follow."

Xzeench | Westenra Mina

 

[Xzeench]

(So a bit about this plot. So far, the goal is. Make contact with Hegemony Remnants not loyal to the Queen Mother. But the issue is, we don't know who the Remnants are yet. Even though Mr. President here is hinting at it, there may be some ulterior motive behind trusting you all so quickly. However, there may be an enemy greater than this petty war)

President Eden leaned back in his chair, listening to the testimonies of all before him. His expression softened as he looked at Aravae's face. Soft, young and still untouched by war. Even he knew of what lay behind those eyes. A pain no sane man should ever feel. It seemed to bring to light some empathy to his expression despite his authoritarian viewpoint. He flicked he eyes to Zachariel as he spoke, the giant's voice booming through the air like one of his Shock Marines. His expression going tight once more.

He gazed readily at Westenra. Eyeing her closely as she suddenly broke her finger and healed it in a moments notice. Intriguing. She spoke, and the voice within somewhat troubled Eden. So natural, yet unnatural at the same time.

"Yes, about your helping with my mutant problem. They out number us fifteen to one. They hold majority control on this planet, and we've been at war with them for about a long as we can remember. As of now, we're loosing that war. Ever since they took the former Capitol. Things have steadily been going downhill. Combat operations on the surface have slowed to a complete standstill. We're locked in trench warfare with the savages, and lately. I've been running out of Troops. Regular humans mind you, and I had to resort to Cloning to boost our ranks. But even then supplies and equipment have been getting harder and harder to get."

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The Computer console interrupted his speech with a sudden high pitched "Piiiip!". He gazed down briefly, pressing on the screen with his hand before visibly reading something. After a few seconds, his mouth opened and all color drained from his face. He stammered for a few seconds as he shakily reached down and rubbed his head.

"We may have a problem. One that surpasses this war. I've just received a report that... a being had appeared on the field. A Daughter of the Queen Mother. One of the Primaris... Had made herself known. This changes everything."

He looked up briefly.

"I believe you might meet your match today. The report says, she's been killing thousands of both my own, and Mutant troops. Slaughtering them to a last man and leaving no prisoners. As far as I know, she's alone. But-- even one Primaris... from legend. Was said to conquer entire worlds themselves. This one is said to be "Khania." The Monster of the East. The stories say that, even when slaughtering, and butchering entire cities. She held a perfect smile of contentment... though. She had been thought dead during the fall."

President Eden quickly gathered all sort of courage he had. His face becoming flush again. His face, one of determination.

"This is why you are going to kill her. Or otherwise, force her to end this madness."

He looked toward Aravae.

"Maybe you can work your magic... If she gets loose in this base, consider this war lost. Here:"

He cleared his throat again before pressing a button on the table. Followed by a video feed of the Primaris in action. She was shockingly graceful even though she butchered without restraint and often quite brutally. This appeared to be a live feed from a soldier's helmet cam, and the man the camera was mounted on appeared to be in deep panic. Seeing this brutal monster purge hundreds of his compatriots and unable to land a shot because of how eratically she moved. It was horrifying, right up until she was seen carwheeling over a trench and clefting him in twos. With a contented smile written across her pale face...

"Now you understand what we're dealing with."

He pushed a button on the intercom system.

"Annihilators, to my office. Combat Orders."

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"Where was I? Yes. I'm assigning all of you to kill her, or otherwise make her stop killing everyone. If you can do this, maybe I will believe your nonsense about the Queen Mother's return... I'm assigning the Annihilator Squad to help. They are my finest soldiers, and nothing can stop them. I'm sure they will prove to be a reliable asset."

A few seconds passed, and as if on Que. A squad of Five White-Power Armored Monsters stepped through. Each of them just as physically brawny as Zachariel, and each carrying the firepower of entire tank wolf-packs as if it were nothing more than pistols. Their armor bore the marks of veterancy as well. Battle scars, and scorch marks dotted them from head to toe. The personal markings worn down from months if not years of non-stop combat. Their helmets, soulless faces of Demons and skulls nodded terribly.

"Do you all have any more questions, before I send you out to end this?"

Zachariel Steelblood
Westenra Mina

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel continued to sneer as Eden explained the situation with the mutants. It seems they hadn't learned to break the enemy at their heart, choosing instead to simply defend their own territory. Oh how typical of mortal men, never knowing when to lose lives and win wars. Luckily enough for them, Zachariel cared little for the lives of others, meaning he could throw them into the meat grinder to destroy the heart of their enemies more readily.

As they were interrupted, Zachariel began to grin as this new enemy was revealed. His grin was down right sadistic, promising pain and suffering to whoever got in his way, or whoever was his target. Slamming a fist into his open palm, Zachariel chuckled darkly, directing his words towards the president.
"Then why don't we wipe that grin right off her face." Laughing, Zachariel motioned to an empty spot near some of his 'trophies' from prior kills. "Got a space reserved for another worthy face, might as well add a quote on quote monster to the rest."

The grin on Zachariel's face could have cracked it in half, he was smiling that much. Whoever this Khania was, she would prove to be a worthy foe, if she was all that this president claimed her to be. As it were, Zachariel knew their little band of misfits needed to prepare, and perhaps they'd be joined by others to add to their number. Shortly after that thought, the Annihilators were called into the office, and Zachariel found himself gazing at several brawny individuals.

The Annihilators looked battle ready, and had weapons that made him envious, more for their firepower than the weapons themselves, though he didn't show it. Smiling at their armor and their weapons, Zachariel simply observed the Annihilators before responding to Eden.
"Just the one. How do you plan on getting us all there? Aside from that, I'll just need to grab a launcher from the ship, and then I'll be ready and rearing to kill this Khania."

Once he was finished, Zachariel simply fished out a pair of detonators he'd liberated and began to juggle them one handed. It was calming for him, though it could easily be seen as showing off. Not that Zachariel cared, he just wanted more weapons, armor, and a good enemy to fight. So far he'd been given all three in this venture. For the sake of his comrades and their new 'benefactor', that had better continue.

Xzeench | Westenra Mina

 

[Westenra Mina]

Melissa watched as Eden played the tapes and showed records of the primaris. Instantly Westenra was on edge. This was someone as deadly as her sister Laertia. Maybe even deadlier.

"We can kill this one..." Westenra said, combat protocols already studying her fighting technique looking for weaknesses and patterns. "It is simply a matter of holding her in place long enough. I'll need some weapons and tools myself before I join your team of super muscley Man-Tanks."

The Biot then turned back to Eden. "Tell me more about her...do you know of any weakness a Primaris is said to have? Even the most trivial thing could be important. Otherwise, we'll probably have to just attack her until she dies or we do. Either way...badassery is about to commence."

Zachariel Steelblood

Xzeench

 

[Xzeench]

President Eden sat up straight in his leather seat as Zachariel spoke. His expression cinched slightly inwards as he spoke.

"I like the confidence, but don't get yourselves killed. I'm not sure if it even /could/ be killed. There were legends. Twenty sons and daughters. Ten of each. Each specialized to serve a purpose in this Queen Mother's new order... I don't know what they were each specialized to do. But what I do know, is that two of them were twins, and seven turned traitor and were all presumed killed."

He leant forward, while rapping twice on the wooden desk.

"I'll get you all there via dropship. Verts. We call them. Vertical takeoff craft. You'll be heading in during this next counter attack with the Devastators and the 21st Infantry Regiment 'Boxcars'. They are our reserves, and fresh and green. So expect heavy casualties if this "Monster" decides to bring reinforcements. The first wave is already engaged, and you'll be moving as the vanguard of the second. By the looks of it, the first wave is already dead."

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President Eden moved the screen he was watching so that it faced toward the three before him. The First Assault against the "Monster of the East". The shots seemed to of been taken both from helmet cams attached to NCO's and Aerial craft spotting cameras. A massive human wave assault, across muddy broken ground in the dead of night. Only illuminated with flares shot from the Trenches on both sides. Humans on one, and mutants on the other, and both were being massacred.

Human wave assaults from the President's lines were magnificent to behold, if not utterly dated. The tactic itself originated from the Clone Wars, and it seems they were paying for it in blood. Khania was entrenched in the middle of no mans land, seemingly alone. Cutting down man after man who dared within encroach upon her. Coating the ground with decapitated bodies and a head pile growing ever more in size, and apparently not breaking a single sweat in the process.

The Mutants on the other hand were also launching their own offensives, both at Khania and at the attacking Federal Troops. It seems they had no idea what they were dealing with and simply viewing it as a battlefield obstacle compared to the Federal Troops.

President Eden's army was suffering heavy losses. Though it seemed they all gave their lives without respite, and no thought for their own safety. It was, admirable in a way. The powers in the Galaxy would be hard pressed to find such loyal and bloodthirsty soldiers outside of cloning efforts.

On another note, Helmet cams on the Federal Side seemed to roughly display how Khania fought. In the imminent moments before their death Khania would seemingly pick them out, then somersault into the air before decapitating their head out in a single well-placed cut. Whereas others saw her stare at them, and suddenly have every bone broken in their body. Telepathy perhaps? Perhaps not of the force, but perhaps of careful genetic manipulation. Perhaps this would give some light on how they would win.

President Eden cut off their thinking by another response, this time to Westenra.

"All Primaris, being sons and daughters of the supposed Queen Mother, were literally grafted by her potent genetic coding. As an Anathema to the Force, and the light as a whole. It did garner a bit of super natural power. Each one is based off a human genome, as it is the most modular in the Galaxy. And specifically edited to have distinct weaknesses and strengths as a sort of... checks and balance system. In the history holos, it was said that Primaris were never deployed alone, and often in pairs or even groups. Even then, one Primaris could be enough to force an entire Sector to surrender at their passing."

He then looked toward Aravae.

"If its right. You might be descended from one. You have the looks of our Primaris. Perhaps there might be something within you that could stop them. Better conjure something up before it ends up killing us all."

Aravae nodded as she slowly brought a hand up to look at. She touched the palm of her hand before tracing the lines with her finger. Killing was against her nature. But, it seems she might have to kill to prevent others from dying as well. A certainly harsh change. Though, there was something she realized upon looking at the "Monster of the East". She thought back to her scream back on Cathay, how she murdered her own adoptive Mother in cold blood. Perhaps she could cut into that power and twist it into good. Now was as good a time as any...

The Commander of the Devastators marched forward, the servos in his kneel actuating brutally against bare metal. He spoke through the Helmets Vocabulator.

"The Devastators are ready. We'll escort you to the Drop Pods."

He Turned, followed by his four other Compatriots, before exiting through the door.

The President finally spoke to finish up.

".. Either kill her, or find a way to make her stop. If you can't. Don't bother coming back."

Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood

 

[Xzeench]

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They walked. The Devastators, and the ragtag group of impromptu friends. Off from the President's Office to the Hangar Bay. As they walked, the corrordors suddenly turned into massive windows overlooking a massive mustering area below them, some fifty or so feet below. As far as they eye could see, they saw the newly created Clone Soldiers metaphorically leave the assembly line and prepare for deployment in a parade formation to exit up onto the trenches above. A large ramp, seen in the middle of the room was open to the air, and the sounds of muffled blaster fire, explosions, and lights of fire and dust lighting up the space above. Surely these men were walking into a literal meat grinder. But, it was their purpose.

The 2nd Wave was already ready for a massed charge on the surface. What they saw before them were the third and fourth waves. Hopefully never to be used in the coming battle. Aravae, Westenra, and Zachariel continued along. Toward the hangar areas. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived and before them. Sat a moderately sized drop-ship of unknown origin. Perhaps of Ancient Catharian or Modern day Federal. Sadly, it looks like it was poorly maintained and visibly about to fall to pieces. But, it would get them there in one piece at least.

The Devastator Sergeant spoke as they walked. His vocabulated voice drowning out the ambient sounds of air purifiers.

"We'll attempt to draw the Primaris's attention while this one-"

He offhandedly gestured toward Aravae.

"Attempts to reason or kill her-"

He was promptly interrupted as they boarded the dropship. With each Devastator strapping himself into the seats while Aravae stood idly.

"New update from forward Recon. Several Drop Pods from orbit. Looks like the Primaris brought some backup. Looks like... Shock Marines? Can't be right."

He raised a hand toward his radio transponder located on his helmet. Pushing in a button.

"Shock Marines. Confirm."

A muffled voice came back to him through his helmet.

"Shock Marines. Like the one on your ship. Be ready. You'll know it when you see them."

He raised his Massive Rotary Cannon up to shoulder level. Twisting the barrel with his hand to check to see if it were ready. That it was, giving off a somewhat "Happy" click. He nodded to himself as the Dropship began to shake. Unfortunately, there were no windows. Only the shuddering and rise in ambient nose gave fact to their take off. Soon, a hail of something pelted the exterior skin of the craft, its armor protecting the occupants. After that, seemingly only a few seconds. The Devastators stood up, seemingly in unison as they lined up in-front of the drop ramp. With a mighty thud, the drop ramp fell downward.

​

They could only glimpse it, as the Devastators marched out with weapons at the ready. A man, not dissimilar to Titus. Standing next to another of the same type with a massive Slug-Based Weapon pointed toward the entrance. Blue Armor by the looks of it. Their faces were concealed with a half helmet. Covering only their eyes up, and leaving their cheeks and mouths exposed. And what was exposed, was grotesque. Ripped skin, haphazardly stitched together. No words of any sort, only guttural growling and rage induced gurgles.

They fired their weapons at the Devastators, the rounds fired pelting against their armor, and ricocheting across the place like a lethal snow. The Devastators armor, did offer some protection. But one was hit by a lucky round and his head blew off his shoulders and flew backwards, landing at Aravae's feet. The head within the helmet slowly falling out of the rinsed and damaged headgear. Dead for sure.

The body stood frozen just beyond the ramp, before slowly falling to its knees and slumping forward. Even Super Humans weren't immune to the human trait of fragility. The Other Devastators made short work of the two Renegade Shock Marines. Cutting them down with hellfire and rotary cannon blasts. Rendering one of them hit resemble some sort of Bothan Cheese, while the other fell backward, clutching his chest. While letting out a pained cry.

Aravae followed the Devastators out. Her eyes trying not the meet the dead and dying. As they exited, the mounds of corpses and decapatated bodies of both Federal and Mutant troops were dotting the shell-damaged landscape.

​

Just over the ridge ahead, fortified with Renagade Shock Marines of the same type the Devastators just killed, and the Primaris, lay awaiting their assault. The Federal Troops, to their fortifications front, and the Mutants to their rear.

Behind Aravae and the Dropship. A sound of bayonets fixing in the thousands were heard. Shortly followed by a cry.

"Chaaaaaarrrrrggge!"

In but a moment, the Federal Troops climbed out of their trenches, foxholes, and exterior bunker exits. Sweeping across the land as they started to sprint toward the Primaris who lay at the top of the hill before them. A cry, that shook the earth was heard. A cry of rage, hate, and anger. This was the Second Wave. Numbering almost a million in number. Now was the time as any, to take the fight to the Primaris.

Westenra Mina
Zachariel Steelblood

(Note: Its different stories time, feel free to make your decisions and what you are going to do! I'll follow it with Aravae's action and then the local plot! Feel free to get creative and nasty!)

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel merely sneered at the presidents words, not heeding them in the slightest. He could not die, not easily, and not quickly. That was more than could be said for this Primaris. When their new target was revealed, Zachariel observed her fighting style, taking note of anything he could use against her. Once he was finished, he gaze a satisfied grunt and then simply made his way out of the room. From there he made his way towards the ship, quickly grabbing an extra rocket launcher along with some spare grenades to be used for the coming fight.

Once Zachariel was finished with that, he made his way back to the group and joined them once more. Marching along with their newest escorts, Zachariel couldn't help but observe the army that was being amassed. It reminded him so much of the Clone War, it reminded him of other wars with different clones. They were soulless beings, but they still often had more personality together than regular beings did. As such, Zachariel couldn't wait to see them in action once mroe, see if they were as other army's had been.

Entering the drop ship in silence, Zachariel observed his fellow warriors. His weapons were already prepared, but they were still making last minute checks. Smirking at the sight, Zachariel simply stood in the center of the gangway, grasping onto the top railing and keeping his balance. As the Devastators stood and prepared to exit, Zachariel stayed where he was, allowing them to file past him. He kept an eye on their exit point, watching as the 'traitor' Shock Marines engaged the Devastators. Smiling widely at the sight, Zachariel made his way down the ramp and took a deep breath, breathing in all the carnage, death, and destruction.

With a smirk on his face, Zachariel turned to speak to Aravae.
"Take note of this Aravae. This is a battlefield, pure and simply. There is us, or them. In this case, it's us who will win, because it doesn't matter how powerful this Primaris is, she bleeds, and she will die." Sneering at the thought of talking with the Primaris, Zachariel continued. "You can try to reason with her all you want, it won't matter. If she's working for the Queen Mother, then she'll try to kill you since you don't want to join that witch. If she's independent, then the same will happen if you don't work with her. So, choose wisely and make sure to stick with the giants in armor, they'll be adequate shields for the coming battle."

With a wide smile on his face, Zachariel turned to start his march towards the Primaris. Giving himself one final patdown, Zachariel was satisfied with everything he had with him. As the cry to charge was given, Zachariel let out his own inhuman roar. That said and done, Zachariel charged forth, easily reaching and then slightly passing the front of the charging guard. Eyes fully focused on the Primaris and ignoring all else, Zachariel activated his jetpack and flew upwards. Roaring once more, he came crashing down towards their target, sword swinging, even as he fired his heavy blaster with the other hand.

Xzeench | Westenra Mina
OOC- Sorry for the delay! I was busy and had no time to work on posts until now.

 

[Westenra Mina]

Melissa began to prepare during tge transit, studying the unique and deadly radiation to see if it was a threat to her systems.

Analysis seemed to assure her it was safe, and she began cross referencing it with the data she had gathered on the magical particles affecting Titus, trying to see if there was any use in combining them.

Zachariel Steelblood certainly seemed at home, especially among the Fett Series clones. This was Westenra's first time encountering them.

Westenra had gotten her requested tools and had begun forging weapons to take into combat. Xzeench was going to need the very best protection possible.

She at last constructed a katana version of a GenoHaradan Poison Blade, some of the clones and even a few of the Shock Marines watching how she used outsider knowledge to manipulate their tech. At the same time she used that same knowledge and spare parts to construct a Psychic Katana for Aravae. Right after Zach gave his pep talk Melissa went to the noblewoman's side.

"You'll have me by your side the whole way. Don't give into fear. When you give into fear...the darkness comes..."

(MGS 2 Theme Plays for a few seconds)

Melissa handed Aravae the Psychic Katana as a back up in case her main weapon was destroyed, explaining how it worked a bit before joining the others in deployment to a truly hellish battlefield. True to her word, Melissa stuck very close to Aravae even though the shock Marines were there, taking hits that might have reached the furry, flying woman otherwise, swords viciously ripping and tearing through the enemy, the poison blade killing with minor cuts whatever The Five Rings missed.

Melissa knew how dangerous on the job training was. Zachariel seemed to already be engaging the Primaris. The Biot whipped about with supernatural grace, blades carving through armor, vambraces deflecting shots both energy and slugthrower, combat protocols adapting to each new pattern of attack as she kept the close ranges free for the Shock Marines to breath comfortably while she played lawnmower for thdm in a nuclear hellscape, healing from her wounds visibly even if very severe, no matter how many times her chest was blasted open or her body set ablaze, she would not drop. Would not die. Whatever was not blocked or deflected was dodged as she helped the Shock Marines fight their way to the Primaris, her swords deadly, constantly spinning saws that slashed apart any trying to attack Aravae or the Marines blind sides.

When she finally reached the Primaris along with the others, rather than ask questions, or do some deep, philosophic questioning, she began cutting through the guardians of the Primaris, terrible warriors in power armor. But Melissa was more terrible still...bent on making sure they proved no headache either to Zach or Aravae and no use to the Primaris.

 

[Xzeench]

​

Zachariel Steelblood
Federal Troops backed up the charging Zachariel, with many of their number surrounding his sides to prevent the Renegade Shock Marines from closing upon him and almost certainly overwhelming him. Blaster rifles at the ready, they too gained momentum with their Champion. Letting out a cry of triumph as the first Shock Marine Zachariel attacked was beheaded. They charged with him, weapons blazing away at entrenched Shock Marines and Mutants.

Those Renegades did have an ace up their heavily modified sleeves. They held terrifying weapons at their disposal. Light guns that could burn a mans upper torso to ashes, and flamethrowers that burned so hotly that not even sealed Power Armor could defeat. A Devastator was caught in one said gout of flame, and his armor. Melted into a puddle of hot slag, the body within long since burnt to cinders by the time he dropped to his knees. Luckily, it would have been rather fast if not downright merciful.

​

Others werent as lucky as they got limbs caught within the gouts of flame. Leaving them standing while flecks of the flame landed on their armor burning holes through to bare flesh underneath. Entire limbs were melted off. Luckily cauterizing and prevent any blood loss. They were either simply left where they moaned and screamed in pain. Or were haphazardly dragged into shell holes by caring squad mates as cover. Even then, the line with Zachariel was at least two hundred soldiers strong.

​

Zachariel swept all aside in his onslaught. The Renegades standing little chance against him, though some did perform admirably in their last moments. Matching the legendary Warlord in both skill and finesse. All were either felled due to Zachariel's skill in single combat, or by the Troops closing on their flanks. Those who fought back were either blasted down, or butchered by the Warrior's weapons. He routed all before him, and spread terror across the battlefield.

​

He spotted the Primaris. The Speckled Purple of her armor smeared wet with fresh blood and ripped organs. A smile of pure and unadulterated fury and bliss written about her rather delicate looking facial features. She had only finished off one of the Devastators who ran ahead, by quite literally ripping his arms from their sockets and beating him with them. Caving in his skull in only a few blows, and rendering him utterly decimated. Her face turned toward Zachariel as he roared upward with his Jetpack screaming praise to the heavens, poised to bring a thunderous blow upon the Primaris's bone white head.

She smiled. Her features contorting awkwardly into a pleased grin. A challenge.

She stood straight up as she peered upward at him, blades straight at her sides and pointed to the sky. She could of telekinetically throw him, burn him with hellfire. Or simply rip his soul away. But for some reason, she did not. She simply allowed him to telegraph his downward strike toward her head. And with an unchanging expression. She stepped aside at the very last second. The cut coming within inches of her nose, and arcing down the front of her body. A satisfying dodge.

In a sudden moment, her jump packs ignited, sending her a few feet away from Zachariel. And allowing for a brief dialogue as she went into a forward guard. Her voice smooth and strangely flirty despite the current predicament.

"Ah my dear~ You could of ended me there and then... bold, dashing. My Brother would of hated you."

A few things could of been gleaned from that Dialogue. One, is that she was literally designed to be the pleasant mouthpiece of the Queen Mother's Hegemony, and that there were more of the Primaris. Interesting.

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Westenra Mina

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Westenra's light was made more truthful in this one moment. Stopping to give Aravae a helping hand. Allowing Aravae to gather her thoughts and ready for battle. In Unison, the pair drew their swords. Aravae her master-crafted longsword, and Westenra her poison bladed Katana. A look of Determination etched across Aravae's face as she reached into her side pouch and removed a helmet from it. A Sallet, quite literally. But with a large pair of angelic wings cresting over the brow, and with cutouts for her sizable horns. Placing it upon her brow. Aravae tightened it to a supreme fit.

Around them, the advancing Federal Infantry caught up with their two Champions. Two platoons worth of Soldiers standing at both their rears. Ready to follow them into the Pit of Death. In their eyes, Westenra could see the trust they had in both of them. Others were stirred up by the Return of a lost Primaris. Aravae herself, and offered their loyalty to her as loyal as soldiers could get. An almost, supernatural phenomenon to stir the hearts of individuals they had just met, but such was the inborn abilities of a Primaris, and especially. A burgeoning force user.

​

Other men stepped forward, ones clad in Robes and with blinded eyes. Hidden behind blind folds. Westenra knew in her heart, that they were indeed the Templars the Gate Guard talked off. Prophets of the future and the most powerful Grey Force Users the Galaxy Over. Within them, swelled the feelings of all of those around them. And they stood tall and ready to face their fate against one of the Queen Mother's own children. These Templars, ten in number raised their staves in Unison and brought them down against the ground.

Their minds were linked with all of those present. Giving them religious fervor, and boosting their morale. Making them think of themselves invincible. And destined to die as Loyalists. They all looked toward Westenra and Aravae for guidance. Aravae knew that the fight with the Primaris was hers alone, and Westenra would be there to back her up.

Giving a knowing nod toward Westenra, Aravae extended her sword toward where Zachariel and the Primaris were battling to the death, and those following his suicide charge into the gray. She yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear as if a screech toward the high heavens.


"LET US HELP OUR FRIENDS!"

The Men behind her cheered, with some of them giving praise to the Young Warrior for her deeds.

"FOR THE FALLEN ONE!"

"LET US END THEM!"

"GLORY TO AUSLANDS!"

She started forward, at a reasonable pace as she charged toward the Primaris with Sword Drawn. The Templars followed suit, closing around her flanks to form a bubble against anyone who dared get close enough. They charged forward, the Templars silently running as their Staves glowed with Electric Death. The Men shouted a war cry that shook the heavens. Bayonets fixed, and eyes front. They charged. Cutting a massive swath through Mutant and Renagade Shock Marine alike. The Templars clearing the way with massive blasts of Electric Fire, while the Troopers sporadically fired at the Mutants closing with them.

​

As for Westenra. The Men shouted praise to her.

"GUIDE US!"

"LET US INDULGE THEIR ARROGANCE!"

They marched forward with her, their bayonets fixed and their hearts true. They followed her tooth and nail, and fell by the tens. Cut down by rifle fire coming from the Mutants or blown apart when Renegade Bolts hit their unarmored bodies. They marched onward! Following her as she too cut down Renagades with blows from her Katana. Ending their pitiful and painful existence within record timing. Heads rolled off shoulders, and arms fell from trunks.

Mutants that Encroached on Westenra's flanks were swiftly put down through the thudding of rifle butts and the skewering of men on bayonets. Shot down, blasted to pieces, exploded with grenades, cleared with flame throwers. The Federal troops knew how to wage this new found war with terrifying efficiency and prowess. Emboldened by Westenra, they charged without care for their safety.

And they were magnificent. They swept across the land, slaughtering all before them as if supernaturally emboldened by Westenra's already formidably psychic might. They killed, and killed as brutally and as savagely as tribals on a death world...

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

The renegade shock marines before Zachariel fought valiantly, if foolishly. As it was, he would've been overwhelmed were it not for the Federal Troops that had charged as well. Despite his blood lust, Zachariel still found himself smiling in remembrance to a similar event during the Clone War. As it was, droids were much easier to kill than these fools, not that it slowed Zachariel down all too much. Roaring his fury to the heavens, Zachariel shouted to the soldiers around him.
"Take their weapons, their armor, their lives! KILL, MAIM, BURN THEM ALL!"

Heeding his own advice, Zachariel smoothly holstered his heavy blaster and grabbed a falling light gun, before opening fire with it, even as he continued his charge. Getting closer to the Primaris, his enemies became tougher, though Zachariel avoided the worst of their attacks. Nonetheless, by the time Zachariel attacked the Primaris, he was covered in blood, guts, and assorted gore, while his armor sported numerous new cuts. Each wound he had received that cut deeper than his armor was already healed, while his armor itself was half healing, but leaving the scars as a visible reminder of all he had gone through.

Though his swing missed, it still cut through a nearby renegade shock marine that was too close. Without even waiting for said swing to finish, Zachariel already had his stolen light gun up and firing away, each shot aimed center mass and towards the Primaris' head. He didn't care what she said, only that she died. As such, he was already firing before she was halfway finished speaking, even as he ran forward once more. Roaring at her, Zachariel simply screamed out a reply, voice easily rising above the din of battle, and to be heard by most all near them.
"Save your blathering for someone who cares wench!"

Blasting forward with his own burst of jetpack, Zachariel swung, telegraphing his motion quite clearly. Nearing the last second, he suddenly switched the swing to go downward instead of to the side. Cursing his prey, Zachariel roared out his challenge.
"Face me, for I am death incarnate!"

Xzeench | Westenra Mina

 

[Xzeench]

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Zachariel Steelblood Westenra Mina

The Primaris was fast, faster than anything he knew. Even yet still, the lightgun literally vaporized portions of her body and leaving nothing but scorch marks in their place. She continued for a while still, undeterred from his assault. She sliced, cut, and chopped to and fro to his body. Cutting into bone, and sinews. And having them heal almost instantly. Her moves soon faltered slightly. And she fell backwards, onto a corpse. Her voice tinged with the sound of pain and anger. It seems whatever the Queen Mother created them with, seemed to promote longevity and a endurance that seemed to surpass even the likes of the Ancient Bounty Hunter Durge. Victory was all but assured for Zachariel... that is. Until something occurred that defied both time and space.

​

As Zachariel raised the blade upward, intent on decapitating the Primaris before her. The sudden creation of a rift in space time seemed to appear directly behind him. Scattering scant amount of dark matter and blazing fire around the portal. Stepping through it, a Warrior of Light. Bedecked in the Heraldry of the same type as Titus, having a far greater number of gold and dark blues to supplement the reds.

He easily stood at least twelve feet tall, and wielded a massive blade, easily half the size of him. Glowing with both fire, and devilish flame. He stood poised behind Zachariel, blade raised high above his head, intending on splitting Zachariel from Dome to Crotch, and the Primaris infront of him in a single blow. Letting out a cry of anger, that seemed to reverberate over the landscape even amidst the cacophony of battle and war. The blade swung downward... and certainly. Zachariel was doomed forever to enter the cold embrace of Death.

​

But... even then he didn't. A sudden vibrato effect brought the Warrior of Light's blade to a complete straining halt. Looking off behind where the Female Primaris sat, bleeding heavily by rapidly healing wounds. He saw Westenra, then Aravae. And then the ten other Templars surrounding them. Aravae with her arm outstretched toward the Warrior of Light behind Zachariel, and the other pointed at the Primaris who sat on the floor. Who was rapidly contorting into a horrible display of bones snapping, and extremely pained screams.

The Templars, also had their arms and staves pointed toward the Warrior of Light. Their faces, clearly struggling with the effort despite the blue flame that glowed in their eyes. Aravae on the other hand seemed to be literally bleeding blue light, as a small halo effect was seen emanating from her eyes. It was certainly likely that Aravae was being assised in her natural Force Abilities by these Templars, augmenting her strength in the Force to hold even the most gargantuan opponent at bay.

The eagle eyed could see the visible pain she was in, having immense trouble controlling that power. They could spot a single long, blackish red drip of blood slowly exit her nose and flow down her lip down to her cheek. She was about to literally cause a head eruption that would put an Volcanic Eruption to shame.

The Warrior of Light's Armor crinkled, and bucked under the combined Psychic might of all before him. The glass visor plate cracking, and then shattering and revealing a singular blue eye. The grunts of pain coming from the man beneath could also be heard. However, from the Rear of the Battle. More Templars from Other Federal Infantry Units appeared nearby from the fighting. And promptly went to work restraining both the Warrior of Light, and the now completely broken Primaris in a Force Bubble to prevent any harm coming to them, or others.

As they were secured, the Rift in Space suddenly ripped away, vanishing into the night.

As the Templars behind Aravae lessoned, the lights in their eyes vanishing aswell. Aravae finally returned to a somewhat normal state. Staggering forward with her head in her hands. And seemingly in a state of confusion.

In other parts, the battle was continueing. Federal Troops have crossed the No Mans land, and are now currently laying waste to any Mutant Settlements and Troops they came across. Literally massacring routing troops as a farmer cuts grain. They had time to discuss what to do next...

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Zachariel fought on, uncaring of the wounds he accumulated, for they healed almost as quickly. Some took longer to heal, but it didn't matter, this Primaris wasn't healing as quickly as he, and thus he would win through attrition alone. That was until his target tripped over a corpse. Raising his blade high, Zachariels little spat with the Primaris was interrupted by something ripping the veil between reality.

Sensing the new threat, Zachariel began to spin around to face it, planting one foot squarely on the Primaris' body as he did so. Trying to raise his sword to block the blow, Zachariel knew he would be too slow, even as parts of his mind noted the new enemy. Said enemy stood a foot taller than himself, was dressed in ornate armor, and was very well armed. Zachariel supposed it could be honorable to be cleaved in half by this man, even if it would hurt to patch himself back up afterwards.

Thankfully Zachariel would never face that prospect, seeing as he was saved by Aravae and the Templars. Smiling darkly at what he was seeing, Zachariel lowered his sword as he took in the ones who saved him and his target, well targets now. Nodding his thanks to Aravae and the Templars, Zachariel returned his attention to Khania, the Primaris. There he stomped one hard boot down on her legs, intent on breaking them so she couldn't run. Turning his head back to this Warrior of the Light, Zachariel sneered.
"Whatever your plan, you failed, you would have failed either way. Not only that, but you dared to try and take my kill from me. For that, I'll enjoy breaking you later." Chuckling darkly, Zachariel produced a detonator and a grenade. Placing the grenade down on the ground, between the Warrior of the Light and the Primaris, Zachariel continued. "Don't try to escape now, or I'll blow this up and take out your legs. It'll take out your legs guaranteed, and then you can't do anything. On top of that, it'll probably kill her, perhaps it'll kill you."

Laughing, Zachariel took a step away from the two of them, allowing the Templars to do their work. Even still, he didn't sheath his weapons, just in case either one of them broke free. Taking several more steps towards Aravae and Westenra, Zachariel made sure to keep an eye on the Warrior of Light, so that he could rush him if need be. Once he was close enough to his allies, Zachariel spoke, voice confident and proud.
"And they said it would be hard to fight her. Hah! That was merely difficult. I've had worse, much worse. ... So, now what? We did what the president wanted, and quite quickly at that."

Xzeench | Westenra Mina

 

[Westenra Mina]

This mission, with its mutants and radiation and insanity was far, far more messed up than what The Android usually dealt with. For example, it usually found itself facing down deadly warriors, abominations, or environmental hazards. Not reality bending horrors like right now.

She'd never even heard of the Queen Mother before today...it was all she could do to keep up with rapidly changing battle conditions, slicing and dicing, doing her absolute best to rally the warriors as she kept the enemy from interfering with the attempts of Zachariel Steelblood and Xzeench to kill the Primaris, sustaining terrible wounds that left her a glowing red bloody mess but slowly healing even in the midst of combat, dead set on killing everyone that threatened Zach or Aravae, feeling the stinging guilt of killing those she didn't know and had never met. It was all just a massacre, the troops she led seemingly inspired by the living killing machine as its Katanas ripped through the flesh of her enemies, wishing more than anything her sister Laertia was here. She would know how to kill that Primaris. Then again she might also try and kill Steelblood just because of the evil he exuded. Besides, why mess up the fellowship when they hadn't even got to Mordor yet?

Melissa killed everything that challenged her. There was no room to do much else except kill and help her allies do the same when possible...

A psychic push from Melissa sent a grenade (tossed by one of the Primaris's own troops no less) into the general radius of the Primaris and that mysterious soldier. Everything had gone full Mick Gordon. Ripping and Tearing was everywhere. But would it be done soon? And if so, how much XP was everyone getting for the Primaris? What about loot boxes? These are the questions philosophers of great intellect must contemplate about the universe every day. Melissa was not a great philosopher.

Her troops grew only more emboldened by her daring and finesse, mimicking her almost dance like moves, one ordinary clone trooper performing some crazy, Batman style move and countering three different attackers at once. Some other Clone had meanwhile gone completely John Wick on everything not in friendly colors. This madness had reach a fever pitch. Even the base enemies were worth at least 007 hundred XP