The Little Shop of Weapons

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The hustle and bustle of the city was without a doubt in it's usual swing. Businesses constantly coming and going so fast due to crime, high rent, poor sales, and what not. It was with these 'natural' sources that a single shop could slide in and occupy a small building cramped between two others. No windows, and the entrance was below street level. One would need to use the stairs to descend down to the buildings entrance, as there was a separate business above the lower. The only hint at what this new business was, would be a very plain sign with an anvil and a hammer. A forge. Should one dare the short trip down the stairs, they would find the front door. Past this, the store itself. Cramped, small, and every single inch that wasn't floor space filled with weapons and armor of all classes. However something was very odd. Not a single item was doubled, unless required ( Such as gauntlets, boots, twin daggers / swords ). Also, perhaps it was the lighting but something was different about the items. Their quality, if the eyes of the customer where trained well enough to see, is beyond the level of any other merchant on the streets. The light source itself was simple orbs of magical light stuck to the ceiling.

[Falling into Line.] The woman thought of herself as generous by granting the man ample time to speak. However, it was apparent Hren’s words were spent on his fiendish counterpart. Alessa knew not what was said but observed the movements of what one would call lips, chuckling lightly with a nod of the head. She rose from the hulking vehicle just as Hren had finished his first utterance to Patrekk. The General was intrigued, still clutching that blocky microphone near her face yet did not even attempt to speak. The woman had fought the futility of the endeavor, focusing to catch some kind of fragment to the man’s sentence. Their conversation was hardly discernible, even for Alessa’s superb hearing (by human standards). Unfortunately the crackling of the hungering flames nearby cloaked their words like static. The whine and crashes of the shop’s gradual collapse further complicate catching that slightest hint of sentence fragments.

This was no tragedy to Alessa as the transport’s forward cannons turned to Hren’s position just after his second message given to Patrekk. Although they did not possess as many armaments as the other Our Nostrum vehicles, its assortment of ballistic goodness was nothing to scoff at. The void of the four great barrels backed by that infamous Claire-Tech stared down Hren, but still the bellicose individual stood. It was even likely he had not notice the recent tingling of energy emanating from said cannons. That moment Hobbe’s effeminate counterpart got quarter way into his retreat, Alessa’s piercing emerald gaze smiled to the primal man. Her lips pursed together, leaning but a centimeter for a gentle kiss to the air in Hren’s general direction, heralding a howling salvos from forty five millimeter guns. Eeeah! The ends of the barrels were lit as arcs of concentrated radiation pummeled his proximity. Primal Fuses illuminated up the guns’ wells, the men manning them finding it rather obstructing at these levels.

This bombardment went on for a few seconds, but it seemed like hours with such disorder. Hiem’s children grew on this influx, standing patiently at the rim of the deleterious splash. Their wounds grew, plasmic flickers becoming more frequent. Suddenly the explosions stopped and the woman’s once flailing locks fell back to the sides of her face, but she did not relent. Judging on whether Patrekk stayed to witness his friend getting pounded on, there was a whistle from across the split-second pause in the turmoil. Hearing Alessa’s high-pitched order, they darted immediately toward the deft Patrekk through the expanding cloud of dirt and debris. They were quite fast, even compared to Patrekk as he was to discover. They did not expect to just catch him outright; there was that chance of a slip up. Perhaps a way onto the roof could change this game of chase. Derelicts and citizens alike hugged the walls and gasped, avoiding the persistent pack of canines. Their method of communicated had drawn further attention, but who was going to report? Baetonin was smart to get in the way of these beasts, being rather unpredictable if they are broken from formation. Those aforementioned devices performed better with numbers, maintaining a system of channels without major fault.

Thud, thud, thud, thud… Promptly after the creatures’ departure, the two squads moved forward to meet before the transport’s front with shields presented. Throughout the duration, a buzzing came ear originating from said shields but this small detail was yet to reveal its function. The outermost Claire-Vanguard peeked around the barricades with rifles slightly lowered. Those in the inner kept their weapons at the hips, fingers stretched over the guards. The men trailing behind kept their vision on the sensors held in front of their chests. What they had read was inconclusive, knowing only that Hren was stationary and still at high meta-levels. They did, however, come to a halt having somehow received orders, but the Anubria mutants were becoming restless. Clear, viscous saliva stringed from between the row of disproportional incisors with each airy hiss. Fluctuating growls of the chainsaw swords had joined their frightening vocalizations. Kssshh… A sound bounced about the squad, readying to open fire upon the likely charging beast man with slightly lowered barrels. Alessa was growing impatient, prepared to leave this vehicle and enter this potential fray herself but with a special approach.

Those in the sewers were to hear the quakes from the surface, puddles along the sewer’s pungent river rippling or any still water. Another cave in of the passages was to soon occur or it already had with such abuse to the old street. Regardless, that was one other echo that blasted through the numerous smelly pathways. Whether they had emerged on the radar or not, they were of no concern. The many mutants and addicts that chose this network to thrive would be rudely awakened, beckoned from their almost maze-like homes. Screams and grunts traveled down the wide waterways, bouncing about the stone walls supporting the street. It did not help that the individuals that found themselves in this inevitable swarm’s path had been fighting and further guiding them to the source of their annoyance. This was also a potential meal, a delicacy of flesh that paled the vermin and pests that dwelled in the nooks and crannies.

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Anubria Human Vanguard x1, Claire-Vanguard x6]

Gtfo with the ship, Bael.

Baetonin still hoped to catch a glimpse of something that would give him ideas for his spell research or ways to advance the technology his people employed. Observing other recent conflicts in a manner similar to how he now watched the battle between Hren and the Our Nostrum armored squad, transport and exo-framed woman, had so far failed to provide these new ideas lately. It was then that he noticed the long, space-faring vessel overhead, descending across the city towards its docks. It was a stately vessel, for which technological weaponry and the placement of viewing ports and access points were not yet entirely obvious.

In the form of a typical crow, Baetonin flew up to the roof atop one of the higher buildings overlooking the battle below and a block down the street, and dropped down behind the small retaining wall that bordered the flat roof on all sides. He then took some seconds to both cast a spell to produce a brief communications effect, followed by him sending the following interplanar message to his enclave council liaison: "Unrest and pockets of destruction in primary market city of Nexxian border region TC-35. Also marking arrival of long spacefaring planeshifting vessel of Elementian appearance. Requesting deployment of three scouting probes to my last point of arrival."

Two dozen miles north of the city limits, out in the desolate savannah, a circular portal soon opened to a radius of about three feet, remaining open long enough to permit three cloaked scouting probes to emerge in series. Each of them would appear as sleek segmented non-reflective cermet ovoids, three feet long and two feet wide, covered in various recessed sensors set behind transparent ceramic lenses, further protected by cermet armored iris apertures. However, they were next to impossible to notice, locate or identify, what with their cloaking screens warping light and energy around their exteriors along with their silent induction engines manipulating gravity as a means of propulsion. The portal itself remained visible from one side, until it closed seconds afterwards.

Meanwhile, Baetonin quickly shifted back to his native humanoid form, causing the articles he wore to emerge from having been melded with his previous form, while he kneeled behind the small walls that bordered the edge of the rooftop he currently occupied. This granted him access to the holocom bracer he wore under the sleeve of his long coat, which he then used to contact and direct the probes to approach his location at a safe altitude measuring tens of meters above the tallest building in the city, at speeds which would still allow them to map the terrain and scan the spectrum to analyze, identify and track living beings, vehicles and other active technological devices within the scope of their programming and the sensitivity of their sensors.

[Relentless.] Wisps of thick, grey smoke slowly poured from the guns’ barrels, the screeching of the Primal Fuses fading. Sssss… Their weapons would remain trained on where Hren stood, or maybe once stood. Those manning these great turrets were ever vigilant as the dust began to clear from the crater they had made. Not the entirely accurate, but most entities in this realm were relatively durable to combat what did hit. They only expected the barrage lethality to be minimal; an effort in suppressing the Hobbe member. However, there was no ceasefire to confirm their succession. Instead the outer Claire-Vanguard released the foregrip almost in unison, before the dust had even settled. Their forearms slid beneath said foregrip, supported by the brachialis whilst their augmented digits grasped two spherical devices holstered in their harness. Only a few knew of their purpose, but it was possible Hren would, too, recognize these things. In subtle under-handed pivots, they pressed a button and lobbed them – The hiss and whizz of gears and pressure chambers coming to ear.

Beep, beep, beep… Their diameter would expand and at the third beep, the devices promptly engaged. An inward sound of suction blared into the senses, space ionizing and particles scraped together with the sudden inverted rush of meta-forces. The closer these strange assault grenades came to a source of power, Hren, the louder and more brilliant it became. That is if he was still there and conscious, but that mattered not. Vum-boom! Their behavior abruptly ended (if they had reached the target’s proximity) before bathing the area in a baleful light. The spheres’ shell shattered, unleashing a concussive wave upon the Hobbe that stretched approximately eight feet.

This was to also properly disperse the dust that lingered, reducing its own cloud to knee level. Kiish! Just after the discharge, the leading Anubria orcs stomped forward with shields before them, clawed feet digging into the aging asphalt. The chainsaw-edged swords were lowered for a potential upward hew. Occasionally the tip contacted the street, throwing up sparks amidst their shrill lags. It was not too hasty but certainly was considered a charge to most opposing parties. The Claire-Vanguard followed behind, rifles horizontal in case of that preemptive counter. Eeeaaah! With just one pull of the trigger, they fired off brilliant, crooked gauss bolts at Hren’s legs once visual was established – Which was rapid, of course. During each bay of the rifles, wheels beneath the luminescent ampules moved outward, moving them horizontally to the sides simultaneously.

Meanwhile something bizarre came through the interface airways, it was garbled but still the soldiers wielding them understood some. These men and women were intelligent, militant within the cartel’s parameters. “Thez things are nuthing— comparison— power. D— Die. You are my gateway—,” Disjointed through the archaic sensors, the devices could only pick up so much from the ambient beyond the mundane. The power source did, though, provided some kind of hook. Currently inconsequential to the circumstances, it was logged within the vehicle’s systems. There was another explosion not made from their weapons, the guarding squad perking up and glancing to the surroundings with weapons bared. But like the distant symphony of bombs in a war, they were disregarded hitherto. Alessa hung the microphone beside its station and hung down inside the pit, watching over the rim once more with her piercing orbs.

The hounds were having a much easier time dealing with their prey, dashing through the streets. They maneuvered over cowering citizens and junk lying about, communicating to each other in unnatural shrieks. Finally the man had made a possibly crucial mistake once he turned and shot his tongue forth. These creatures were quite fond of violent Catch. The first of the pack’s front had sensed the tongue coming to its feet, choosing to act immediately as it was a few feet from its legs. Its maw would thrust forward, leading its body into a dive for said tongue. If upon grabbing the organ, it would swiftly pivot its body and fall to the floor into a slide. Garbage and muck was there for its fall, but this did not stop the others - probably to leap over their brother and keep going. This was to hopefully snag Patrekk before detachment and perhaps disrupt his trajectory. Hitting a building was effective in its own sense to most everyone in this world.

They and the Our Nostrum squad continued to look over Baetonin’s presence despite it being displayed for them to see. Nothing was too out of the ordinary, especially if they remained peaceful throughout the commotion. The people below the surface had their own problems as the cries of mutants beneath manholes grew louder.

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Anubria Human Vanguard x1, Claire-Vanguard x6]

[Relentless.] The advancing squad recognized their target’s prowess, and it was only a matter of time until they were to experience it. Before approaching and escalading pandemonium, each one had been briefed on their targets should they be encountered. Specialized exo-frames had been installed onto their bodies for such a chance, both granting the required strength and durability. Its use was soon to be tested with a last minute strike from the target. The grenades were over halfway through their arc intended as the monstrous Hren brought his mighty crudgel toward the earth past an easy halt. It was apparent that situation was going to result in an inevitable hit-for-hit. Bone-like spines jutting from the Anubria orcs (much like Mors) began to twitch as they sensed the Hobbe’s slightest movements. Even with this attribute, they could react only so fast to the seismic assault, nonetheless. Their great, muscular bodies pivoted to the left and right (left one left, right one right) as they drove the shield’s bottom edges into the asphalt. The grinding of the oiled rock reverberated up the shields’ walls, feet sliding back during to further brace for what was yet to come. This was properly set three quarters before impact which was to cause a show in itself.

Boom! Hren’s asphalt rending lash then collided against the shields in a deafening cry – the Anubria orcs breaking the street beneath their feet as their shields revealed their function. The mass kinetic force (and raw energy alike) transferred into the piezo-like material and connected conduit network. Immediately this would be unleashed back with impressive pressure from that aforementioned disk, protecting the men behind this wall. The street’s surface was uprooted; it crumbled into intersecting cones of airborne, ionized shrapnel (as said attack was to be dispersed back to the earth). Those at their protector’s outer flanks were not so fortunate against the lines of destruction. Although their helmets’ alert had warned them, they could not evade the onslaught.

Blam! Those seismic eruptions launched the two Claire-Vanguard into a mid-air somersault as if they were ragdolls. Landing in the parking lots to the sides of the streets, they began to tumble about eight feet until stopping. One managed to stop early against the door of an abandoned car, causing the metal to buckle against his back. Yellow arcs danced about their forms with every scrape on the pavement, fading with their lifeless halt. Rifles that they had wielded landed a few feet away, the ampule shells only cracked by the fall. Their groans could be heard from beneath the helmets, echoing against the metal plate. Limbs struggled to move and their torsos felt heavy, but their state would not last long. Same with Hren’s in exchange for such an abrupt attack.

His blunt weapon would have just begun to hit the ground as those grenades detonated in a blinding, concussive burst of radiation. It was nothing lethal, even with what shrapnel there was, to a brute such as Hren but the affects were considerable. An intense influx of meta-galvanized energy in high-quanta had flashed before the retinas. Even to the Anubria orcs and the remaining Claire-Vanguard this was a hazard, hiding behind the tower shields with only a crack of visibility. Promptly after the brief illumination, the defenders strafed opposite of each other with the supporting leg leading. Before this the two standing exo-men let the sensory devices drop to their hips, the strong strap over their opposing shoulder. They took their compacted Claire-Tech weapons, pressing the butt betwixt the upper-pectoral cylinders and shoulder frame. With right and left leading, they stepped into firing upon the hulking but weakened man with the same firing mode. Not as extreme as the rifles, they did pack a respectable punch even to those strong types.

Meanwhile the Anubria-Vanguard rushed in with a calculative jog, their advance almost an oval to those watching overhead. Their pace differed, the right one running in first. Hren’s would likely identify them as shapely, hissing blobs even as they closed in. The first Anubria orc mentioned rose his screaming sword three-quarters of the way until he was able to get within the target’s proximity. Subsequently it would stop on its right foot, the sword swung downward in a forty-five degree angle – Aimed to the midsection behind the elbow. Those shields were to be angled, muscles budging  as it was held back for that imminent follow up. Of course the Claire-Vanguard ceased their semi-automatic offensive once the hulking mutants closed their arc of encroachment. Crouching slightly, they separated and began to circle around to the area in front said Anubria orcs. The one that had yet attack was a follow up if the opportunity came, seeking to aid his equally huge brethren once needed.  

The remaining lashes blew up against the vehicle’s head and sides, inflicting only superficial damage to the plating. Dents and the occasional scorches left in these concaves had littered it, tossing the debris over the vehicle’s top and into the porthole. Alessa managed to block the rain of rubble with her raised forearm, slouching down in the pocket until it was over. Now she had grown truly impatient of the status to their mission. Her eyelids narrowed and she rose up after blowing a bang from her face, closing the hatch and disappearing inside the transport. Was she coming out? Who knew, maybe she was frightened or about to utilize the only practical exit.

As this went on, the hounds were having problems of their own. That hound’s quick reaction did little to hinder Patrekk but it did not give up. It leapt back to its paws and sped back toward the still pursuing pack. As for them, that fiendish target managed to stop in time and turn to release a volley of poisoned razors. The force caused a pair in front to be knocked off their pursuit, allowing one to deftly leap over the stunned. Patrekk’s blades from above had also momentarily dropped one more at the rear in the current formation. The other dog left behind then hurdled over his briefly subdued brethren. Now only these two continued the direct chase, those that had been delayed chose another path. Breaking off they circled around using their brethren as navigation points. Through the trashy, pipe-ridden alleyways they darted to intercept the nimble man. Pouring out from between two brick structures a few yards from Patrekk, they veered to see their target just finishing his roll. Not a second after the others emerged, circumnavigating that mentioned street lamp. They enclosed on the man in an attempt to stop those gravity-defying leaps but there was indeed distance. This close, Patrekk was likely to see the strands of saliva from their maws.

As for the chemicals administered through those sharp projectiles, they found it energizing. The mix of the substances induced a flood of energy into their bodies, expelling from those luminescent wounds. Tendrils of colorful ejection whipped started to sprout and swipe before dissipating. Hiems’s taint had granted such attributes on accident, a byproduct of a new physical, eternal system. Mutated glands and organs cycled this surge about, empowering the cells or leaving via, as said, those tears.  

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Anubria Human Vanguard x1, Claire-Vanguard x6/-2 Stunned] [Hren: Blind 1P?]

From the primary ship hailed in royal colors the cockpit detaches and makes its way through the air with stealth in mind; though, it pauses over the fray with hellfyre-plasma gattling-cannons focused on the greater part of the field. A booming voice echoes from the amplified communicator with authority,

"Cease and desist this is Elementian authority!"

The voice seemed soldiery in tone possessing more of a monotone, but perhaps unknown to either the Hobbes family and Our Nostrum. Civilian Soldiers armed with Saber SMGs(15), Elementian Magitek Elites wearing mana forged suits that cause the soldiers to stand approximately nine feet tall with a huge extended bladed arm and twin sonic-cannons holstered on their shoulders plus huge devil-like tails with a hollow spike at their tips(6), and four Elementian Mages caped in scarlet red wielding huge swords that look mechanically inclined. That isn't even the worse of it, as the plethora of personnel surrounds the two cartels on all fronts within a matter of seconds thanks to their Elementian genealogy, two massive figures reeled down from the cargo area,which they move to the brunt of the ship at ready.

Each Sentinel at ready standing nearly fifty feet tall if not more the Ogre Sentinel clad in heavy metal with a frost-cannon aimed squarely on the fray, while the mighty Silver Knight Sentinel wields its tremendous lance arm at ready and a torrent of air stirring about it.

Another voice continued though more commanding and suave than the one before,
"There is a tremendous reward in it for the one whom brings forth the fugitive Galvery, because we know he has been here for our biological sensors tell us so. We can work together and gain great boon or if you wish we can all fight it out here to the death. Your choice."

The voice would vanish as a cloud of particle energy is consumed into the gattling-cannons and they ready to fire if necessary.

[Relentless.] Objectively the outcome became ever bleaker to the Hobbe. Spectators in the distance found even their eyes inflicted by those grenades. Covering their faces and hiding behind the various pipes and dumpsters, shrieks roared about the gathering. Many fled as they foresaw even greater consequences to the war. Rambunctious children remained far from the carnage, tiny eyes peaking over whatever obstacle to be unseen. Hren’s blind fury forced the Our Nosturm squad to deviate from their plan, remaining stationary behind those shields. Glowing rubble ricocheted from their shields, giving only minor recoil to their wielders. Ever patient, they waited for a window to present itself until the ground shook beneath them. It was not their weapons, nor did the parties cause enough damage. The Hobbe’s desperate hews made it all the worse, instantly causing the floor to crumble beneath them from center-south. They clutched their weapons and dropped in with legs curled as best they could. Chunks of the street caused a few to be land awkwardly, hitting the piles with a crash.

Water and dust erupted to the skies like a geyser, enveloping whoever fell within into the now destroyed sewer ways. The dense ground beneath the parking lots dropped into a decline where the surface sank, the Claire-Vanguard that had then regained their composure tossed in with their squad. The Anubria orcs landed in a crouched amid the cloud, debris further broken by their heavy forms and strong soles. It was badass. Luckily the vehicle had been just outside of the collapse, its front at the edge of property destruction. Alessa had felt the quake shoot through the vehicle, yet the suit allowed her to properly balance. After all, this hulking transport not been flipped just yet; spared by lucky positioning. Perhaps Hren would join them in the fissure, end this once and for all but this was not the case.

The remaining Claire-Vanguard rose to their feet with subtle whizzing and hisses to follow, briefly surveying their surroundings. Those clunky sensors hanging at their hips were suddenly at alarm, drawing the attention of the rifle-bearing guards once detached. These newcomers were designated hostile by their approach, amber dots closing in on their position. Eventually there was visual between the Claire-Vanguard and the others, marching forward to regroup until a voice boomed from the aperture. Through their lenses they could not see anyone unless the Elementian force too had leapt into said hole. Their vision-adaption settings were limited, switching to what they could with little motion. The Elementians lit up to the squad’s sight behind the lenses, monitoring the behavior in another’s individual resonance. It was as if they had been possessed, the circular openings lit by a dim pulsating glow. Regardless, that broadcast prompted them to take position behind the shields once they were in unit coherency.

This was one of the many occasions the Adivuo Vadettes came into play. One of the men armed with the compact Claire-Tech let their weapon drop, hanging from the shoulder. Hastily he reached back and grabbed a handle sticking out beneath their bulky backpacks. Kiiish… Pulling out an odd, segmented hexagonal device, he swung it to his side – This somehow triggered triad of stakes to protract with a much denser one at their center.   Accordingly, they would either raise the shields above them (or against them depending), preparing until further instructions regarding abrupt circumstance. That mentioned Claire-Vanguard would crouch slightly as he drove the pylon into the ground but did nothing else. It was left there to let its pieced shell shift about, giving off a gentle hum that drowned whatever mechanism within. Of course this had attracted the attention of the city’s leader whose drones were heard amid this ceasefire. The Patron’s little minions would make an appearance for the denizens who had likely fled with the coming of the Elementian forces. The audience took to the streets in fear once the earth began to get swallowed up by the acrid depths.  

The Our Nostrum militias were all too familiar with the Patron’s machinations, encountering them more often than not. Through the gradually fading veil, they could hear the authoritative voices of the various parties, including their superior’s raving.  Finally a familiar accent came through private airways once Alessa’s own speaker-carried voice ended, “We are outnumbered, fall to Route G, will rendezvous in Celesin moon time.” A signal bathed in static to outsiders, translated through only Primal Fuse systems. They wasted little time in moving after ignoring what the ‘Elementian Authority’ had even said for the sake of their own situation. Grenades, shields, and gunfire readied against those seeking to deter them from escaping the impending war. Except their exit would be a portion untouched by block-wide devastation. One had to pick their battles in this world, especially when so many had intervened just in a matter of minutes. They would return, obviously. Anyways, their calculative gaits could be heard rustling the debris as they ventured just beneath the southwest, even passing Hren if he were present.

Meanwhile at the surface, Alessa had found it rather bothersome with such a rapid escalation. This was only expected, having come prepared for problems such as these. Although the transport did not possess enough firepower to contend, it would certainly survive. Layers of nondescript, dull metal painted with dirt and grime was surely to enlighten those attacking the figurative block of armor. As the Elementians came into the harmless pandimensional array, the crewmen would immediately engage the doors. Click! Nnnnnn… Gears and wheels droned within the troop cabin, the thick doors lifting up from the street in whines and moans. The Anubria human gave off a shrill, challenging cry to the unknown men coming from the heavens, the doors finally closed with a resounding thud. Not exactly hiding inside of their vehicle, but there was not much they could do without bringing in the big guns. Our Nostrum did not wish to add onto a situation involving the Patron’s forces. Already he felt Ashcroft was dangerously unpredictable. Alessa had made it into the operator cabin, casually walking up to their controls and using their microphones. She supported her body with the other hand, having grabbed hold of a ceiling mounted safety handle, “Whut in tha fuck’s the Elementian authority?” Not allowing them to respond, she held the button to speak again, “I’m afraid you are out of you’l jurisdiction, boys, and there’s nobody here by that name, afraid.” That hollow voice was ended with a click, adding on before the Patron’s drones interceded, “Now what we truly want is for you wankers to fuck off an- Hah, and there they are: the Patron’s toys. Hah.” They had entered the radius as blue specks upon the screens, radar warning of their emergence in the area with a two-second beep. She decided to stay and see what happens pending backing up and flattening whatever lied behind it. Alessa’s emerald pools shined with the screen’s light, watching those flying automatons meet up with the Elementians that rounded up.  

Patrekk and the hounds were far from the newly formed chasm but they did suffer the aforementioned quake that rippled through the industrial sector. Pipes twisted and contorted with the pressure, causing many people unaffected by the fighting to fully experience its chaos. This would likely cause the man and canine abominations to lose their footing as well. Paws spread to gain some kind of balance, but most of them dropped to their sides or knees while doing their best to stand. The very vibrations coursing through the streets excited the taint mutating their body, degrading the regulation systems working on overdrive to keep them focused. Without Hiems, their conduct was a toss between several things. Channels released what excess it could, directing flows elsewhere to limit the strain. Patrekk’s kick and their approach were to not come just yet depending on who could get up and run first. The hounds were not as dexterous as that fiendish man, having fallen into each other during the area’s unexpected trembling. Anyways, their nigh-unstoppable persistence kept them viciously focused even with that the area shaking. Claws ripped frantically at the ground for that shred of traction, bringing those frightening maws into a flail, seizing whatever piece of Patrekk they could latch onto.  

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Anubria Human Vanguard x1, Claire-Vanguard x6] [Hren: Blind 1P] [Pyrrhic Pylon 2P]

The ground started to rumble, and quake then suddenly it erupted sending pieces everywhere. The. Elementian troops stood by as most of the targets their weapons were aimed at were swallowed by the earth.

Inside the control room at the center stood a man, who adorned a black coat, by the orders he was barking you could tell he was in charge. He stood about 8ft tall, and from what features you could make of his face, his elementian lineage was apparent. His voice was burly and robust, his words elegant, yet smooth, well mostly. He watched on through the viewport as the ground gave way.
"Fuuuck, well that one is my own damn fault." His voice full of anger as he spoke, yet he still managed to keep a calm about himself."Tell the drone that we will stand down, and that i take full responsibility for that explosion. Then tell it we will be at the docks and to send a liaison so we might finish our business and leave, and the sooner they send someone the sooner we can leave. Now what is the status on the Elementian?
On the right of the man was a soldier who stood at a monitor, repeating everything he said, and when he finished he replied to the man.
"Message sent Sire, as for the Elementian the readings are sporadic, too many life signs, and the after effects of the explosion seem to be distorting the sensors. The troops down below are inquiring as to what you want them to do."

"Alright send in Alpha team, and this time deactivate the fail safe protocol, we don't need to be responsible for the destruction of another city block. Tell them to make their way back to the docks, and to take their time and buy stuff from the shops, and most importantly deactivate their weapons, and under no circumstances do the fire unless provoked."

The repowered it drive core, and as it headed back towards the docks three projectiles shot from its aft cannons.

Back at the docks the vessel, began its merging sequence with the cruizer. Inside the mysterious figure prepared for the representative that the patron of the market would send.

[Remedy, Irresolution.] There was little chance to salvage what they could of this mission, but it all depends on the drones’ presence. Alessa was untamed, unpredictable as opposed to Ashcroft but she was not an idiot. She knew they had nothing to hide, now. Three quarters of the force vacated the area, leaving the crewmen and the squad within the transport. Alessa knew there were inevitable questions regarding the vast property damage. It was an easy lie to weave together seeing as they had appeared before the combat; a smile to fool even a machine. Conversely, the General would not cooperate – even when the alleged battle had died down.

She waited with eyes on the black and white screens, observing what was occurring outside this vehicle. The picture flickered, static lines vibrating at the sides; it was primitive but still very effective. Upon those multiple screens, Alessa witnessed the Drone squadron’s departure with Elementians not far behind. Releasing the overhanging bar with tiny hisses of her digits, she turned and stepped out. She entered the enclosed personnel room as the final forces began to pass through the streets (or re-embark on the same drop ship they had arrived on). Secured into the customized power-backpack was a standard C-6 Rifle (with chainsaw bayonet), while at her left side hung large but aesthetically simple machete. Slung over her left shoulder was something yet to be seen by non-Our Nostrum; a massive variant to the Claire-Tech armaments. It had two great Primal Fuses that only the likes of Fenris had laid eyes upon, delivering unimaginable firepower in past experience. Only with the exo-frame installed directly into her form, was she strong enough to carry all these weapons without complication.

The cranking gears echoed through the wreckage, rear doors disengaging and lowering to now cracked asphalt. Setting right into the indent they had previously made, she and the others marched out. Once stepping off the ramp, the Anubria orc led them around their transportation with shield bared. Alessa’s breath quickened through her nostrils, quick glances about the possibly unstable area. Reaching the edge of the hole, the two Claire-Vanguard (C-2 and C-6) and her pausing a moment to survey. Not a word was exchanged between for what seemed seconds, “We extract within twenty minutes before the drones return.” She brushed her bangs aside with an open palm, speaking in a low voice. Turning their backs to the rubble-filled fissure, they pointed their opposite (or unused) hand four feet away at an angle.

Pshew- Kish! Stakes of an unknown metal were launched into the ground, the gaseous propellant snapping in the air. Attached to each one was a cord of dense thread fed from an inner reel mechanism, supporting just under the weight of those plated Anubria orcs. It was not possible to support the two of them, or even the individual monstrosity. The barricade-wielding mutant was obligated to jump off and endure the impact. Their fall was far more awkward at this angle and did not have the random luxury having an open pile of debris.

Backing up almost in unison, Alessa and the two Claire-Vanguard stepped back with said edge beneath their booted soles. Carefully they bent their legs and began the descent, walking backwards on the intact supporting wall. The feral General was the second to plant their feet on the ground, the Anubria leaping off over their heads afterwards, arms out. It landed in a crouch some feet away with a resounding thud, making small craters around its feet. It turned to its small team, dust settling around its knees. Hren was, on all accounts, a large entity and there was only so much to bury him. It was likely parts of him stuck out even if it was an arm or leg. Hopefully there was something to identify to one’s gaze. Anyways, as they approached the pile that had eaten their target, she stood back and threw the weapon from her shoulder with an upward jerk. Weeeooh-sssss… Catching the top-mounted foregrip and taking aim next to the hip, the squad continued around her and to that aforementioned pile.

Her chin inclined and those emerald orbs rested on Hren’s asphalt, premature grave before another ordered slip from full lips: “Dig Mister Hren out of there, now. Please try to be gentle with him.” Sarcasm twisted the last portion of her orders, as if she hinted to disregarding Hren’s current condition. The humming Primal Fuses powering her weapon drowned other devices and rippled under her words, finger over the trigger. Her squad did as they were told and two broke off (Anubria human and rifle Claire-Vanguard) to begin removing the debris, holstering their weapons. It was a fast process, the different boosts working to rapidly unearth their target. This was all if they were left alone in the first place, the pylon ceasing its calibration with a friendly unit within the vicinity (without personally engaging). Drones staying meant they did not leave the personnel carrier, Alessa still watching the screen and silently mouthing the counting down to the Adivuo Vadette’s activation.

Patrekk’s situation was to become problematic even as the hounds were deterred by that quake. They were too close by that initial cutting off measure, not having adequate room to avoid each other. Of course this had not stopped them. One of the two that followed Patrekk directly would seize the man’s ankle in its jaw, saliva flying from its teeth. Each one was an unnaturally strong blade capable of inflicting harm on light armored vehicles. The Chaos-tainted hound was to inadvertently rotate on the fiendish man’s limb, tearing through flesh like warm butter. Bam-squish! Its head hit first, forming a depression around the dog’s shattering skull. Next was its back, smashing the device implanted into their spine; the overflow channel sensors failed whilst it siphoned chaotic energies attempting to leave. Colorful spectrums of sparks leaked into the world pending unstable overcapacity. Unable to properly adjust to such an influx, the apparatus detonated in a respectable power of pandimensionally-charged plasma. The high pressure would toss aside all parties within proximity (six feet) of Patrekk and that now vaporized hound. Who knew what was to happen now with that Hobbe associate being so close. It was all up to one’s prowess and overall durability, but it was not a terribly lethal blast.  

[Anubria Orc Vanguard x2, Anubria Human Vanguard x1, Claire-Vanguard x6] [Hren: Blind Fading] [Pyrrhic Pylon 1P]

Inside the cruiser the mysterious figure prepared for the arrival of the representative. When j he finished he decided he might as well do some shopping in the market.
"Where is Frigga?" The mysterious figure spoke to his second in command "I want to take her on an outing into the market."
"She is in you quarters sir, should we not stay in the ship like the drone told us?"
"Please no one commands me, beside how can I pass up a chance for getting a new weapon."
"Okay sir I'll prep her exo suit, and have your guard standing by."
"No need for either, we shall be fine, I however will take my weapons if that shall ease your mind, no further argument on the matter please." With that said he headed to his quarters to get Frigga. She was a black wolf, who looked deadly yet friendly at the same time. After he had Frigga at his side he left the ship heading for the shops.

Cayle was greeted by the diplimat, and a few soldiers. 'Maybe I should have brought a few guards, or at least given Frigga her exo-suit. Oh well no sense in fretting over it now' he thought to himself. He however was not unprepared for a conflict for he had a few of his weapons on him. On his back hung a quiver which held a dozen and a half Spears of his own design. Next to the quiver was a large hammer, which seemed to big even for someone of his size. On each side of his hip sat two guns (desert eagle style). He also had a sword on his left hip as well as a few hidden knives. Finally on his right wrist was some sort of mechanical contraption. Frigga also was a handful even without her exo suit.
"Greetings I am here just to browse you market place, I hear it is the best around. This here is my friend Frigga, she loves the out doors. I again humbly apologize for the destruction of your beautiful market, and will explain in further detail, but please I have prepared a banquet come join us." Cayle pointed at his ship which seemed to open as he pointed at the it. "Everyone is welcome...weapons and all." He seemed to be a little hesitant on the last part of that, but he wanted them to trust him...for now.

The Prince was not the only Elementian in the frame as a legend amongst his people lays in wait off world some hundred miles or so from the planet. Avarus Fang, Praefecfus General or General Fang waiting on the main deck of the grand flag ship Fira; which, was a tremendous vessel stretching over three miles long and in its shadow resided nearly an entire battalion of Elementian Destroyers. Numbering in the hundreds the Destroyers varied in sizes anywhere from 800 feet to half a mile long, however in the meantime they remained inert awaiting the Generals' command. Avarus was a mighty individual to say the least, but he didn't look like your typical Elementian as he stood over ten feet tall. A monstrous individual that during an unfortunate accident via Arcane Genetics had permanently been transformed into his Augmented form-the A.E cells in his body almost constantly dispensing energy.

He stood as a tremendous snake-like being with a heavy osteodermis and plated scales, long powerful looking claws an arms, huge venomous looking head with horrible fangs and beady red hues; however, he also wore a suit that not only gave him greater power but sustained him so his energy my never flicker out because of his unfortunate situation. His power was also eventually gonna be his down fall it would seem if he ever were to drain himself. His suit was formed from Elementian Steel to represent his esteemed rank, but was also alloyed with mana to give him that extreme boost. He carried no visible weapon as of yet, but his presence alone spoke of honor and deadly nature. His voice came along as a vicious hiss as he spoke to his second, "Prepare my vessel if need be. We cant allow our Prince to be killed."

The underling nodded as left the command deck-their ship was immense and a prize with a gigantic cannon at the brunt of the ship; though, not a planetary destroy it looked dangerous enough it could perhaps begin such a process. Plated in heavy metal with hundreds of smaller gatling-cannons lining its outer hall it was truly a military masterpiece and the elemental ring that circles its mid-point created a plasmic energy field about it that emitted such heat even the Destroyers kept their distance.

The Prince now getting upset, with being forced to leave was a bit agitated, but hid it well. "I am truly sorry about the hole I created, but I was not the only one creating destruction out there, my recon drone only blew up when it was assaulted by the fugitive I am after. Please allow me 1 hour to gather my people and I will leave, as for the General you detected I know him I can ask him to leave but he has done nothing, he is just searching the outskirts for the fugitive as well." When Cayle saw he was truly out gunned, he patted Frigga on the head, and she looked up at him as he nodded at her Frigga then ran back to the cruiser.

Baetonin's three supporting scouting probes had long since arrived, observing and mapping the area while cloaked, since the initial elementian vessel touched down preceding the meeting between a small portion of its crew and the native forces of the market. Monitoring them through his holocom bracer, Baetonin had bade two of the probes take the opportunity to record the encounter on the ground, while the third probe, had been directed up closer towards the elementian fleet in orbit, and was currently in the process of making a survey.

In so doing, Baetonin had obtained the reason for the elementians having come, as well as the image and voice of someone claiming to be Caden, Primoris Fulminis to the Celesin Imperium. Suddenly wary from what little he had heard of the primoris' substantial capabilities, Baetonin set about examining the space around where he was situated upon a high rooftop about two blocks west of the destructive collapse. With senses currently enabled by divination to perceive the auras of various effects that might prohibit him from teleporting away from the city by means of spellcasting, he had to make sure he could do so from his current position before deciding his next move.

The General bolstered at the sight of the challenge he saw in the two, but to be honest he was also somewhat amused not only by the young girl's antics but mostly by the arrogance of the Celesin Imperium, for it seem Avarus Fang and his small fleet did not warrant nothing but a single vessel. The Fira was an awesome ship to say the least stretching over three miles in length with a solid build to boast about as it were made from hall to the inter-workings in ablative space age Elementian Steel, banded and holstering a plethora of firepower; though, its main weapon was something equivalent to the adjacent vessel-Quintessential Plasmic-RailCannon; which, fired a projectile as long as a bus in a half ionized and saturated with pure plasma heated to almost 7 trillion degrees equivalent to Earth's quark-gluon plasma. A devastating weapon capable of destroying mid-sized moons, but nothing on par with such things as the energy beam from the Death Star on Star Wars.

The ship was built to take a hammers, while still dishing out punishment of its own with a plethora of Elementian Fighters in the hanger and visibly on deck blocked of with an invisible barrier powerful enough to withstand the constant barrage of heated microwaves and ionization of the intense plasma barrier that encompasses the ship via the Elemental Circlet that circles the ship. The general was old and wise despite his monstrous appeal, but all the while was full of pride because he was a true warrior fashioned from nearly five centuries of non-stop war with the forces of the dark god Rahama so he replies as one of such caliber would, "Krause, Alis Dominus...I am Avarus Fange, Paefectus General of thee Elementian Empire my forces shall stand down," and his order was given to the small fleet of destroyers; which, immediately back off and turn away to enter the dismal darkness of the ether, "but I will not. The High Prince of Elementia-heir to the thrown is on your planet and I will not leave until A. I see his ship depart with him safely on board, B. You hand him over to me or C. You kill me or I kill you." Placing one of his mighty hands over his heart in a soldierly manner he pays his respects, which then he continues by saying,

"My respects to your Emperor and Empress, but I have a duty to uphold as do you and your superiors; however, if this does not satisfy you I am in no mood to harm this ship or that fine piece of technology. We can find a nice place to settle down and we can settle this as honorable warriors do, because we both do not want to start a war over nothing more than a misunderstanding." To show sincerity he looks to the Nom Regna Captain at the hail of the might vessel saying, "Power down our cannons and divert the power equally amongst the Fira's defensive systems, plus prepare my ship. Just in case." Returning his reptilian stare to the two Celesinians he ask, "I leave you to decide Alis Dominus."

The prince scoffed without saying a word and headed back towards his ship. As he drew near the door opened, and the prince turned back around. "I will be gone shortly." He spoke firmly as he raised his hand and pointed at his men who were coming towards the ship. He entered his ship, and his men would soon follow.

Inside his ship he was met by his Second. "Sir We lost the fugitive, he must have fled this world, our scans are not picking him up anywhere."
"That is fine Demi we will be leaving as soon as the men have finished boarding. Send General Fang a message and let him now we are departing. Stay just outside the sector though just incase until further notice. I will be in my quarters." The Prince then turned down a corridor and disappeared.

The ship started to take off, and leave the atmosphere.

The tyrant general scoffed at the other two, then grins as he looks to the Captain and his crew at the helm. He says, "Prepare the..," which just then he gets a beep on the coms and its the Prince's ship. The Captain quickly responds by flipping the switch, which he is then informed the royal VIP is about to depart and then the officer informs General Fang. Looking almost disappointed Avarus Fang says, "Lets leave. Our duty here is complete and there is no need for a war...yet." Cancelling communication with Revenant, which then the Fira with a loud decompression sound splits into two separated half's; which, then the two halves turn with thrusters in full blow. The ships would then float off into the endless abyss of space, dwelling into the ether to meet up with the Prince.

[Hard Nosed.] The situation had escalated quickly with the intervening of outsiders; bringing an alpha team into such violence. Empires had marched into the space around the planet, flaunting their technological prowess in a fashion of a helicopter’s rotary blades. The Our Nostrum force had were already leaving before the Celesian forces had arrived. Archaic probes sensed their advance, warning Alessa’s transport after her timed retreat.

The strange hexagonal device detonated long after the force disappeared into the sewers. Alessa mouthed the countdown with those full lips, eyes emerald in the primitive monitors. A flash of light would have consumed the area just as the Elementian platoon began their return. The General hung on as the transport was set in reversed, rushed backwards likely into a soldier falling back. She cared little, there were just a lot of bumps as the vehicle then moved around the hole. Circumnavigating the edge, it ran through ruins and the very sides of buildings. Debris bounced off its hull as it vanished behind a cloud of dust it created into the scattered outer cityscape.

As for the team, they managed to simply escape and return to the waypoint. It was unknown where this place was but it could be a checkpoint or a hideout. Nobody knew where the Our Nostrum resided inside the city, only seeing their goons and glimpses of the Vanguard. There were rare stories since the Vanguard were in the areas that required the most protection. These men were not capricious but were following orders like zealots to a priest. Ashcroft was displeased but it was no fault to any of his men, simply the sudden appearance of an extraterrestrial.

More was to come, but the land was there's for all they were concerned. The Hunter awaited the Patron's messengers.