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Omicron gritted his teeth as Doc got to work. Despite the morphine injection taking effect, it still stung like a hornet on a potent mix of steroids and crack. Ignoring the doctor's usual pratter, Oskar let his mind drift, focusing on the dust that now covered his suit. The bombing run had done serious damage, but it was clear from the comms chatter that all was not well in Dead Acres.

He zoned back in to hear Doc explaining what a torniquet was. "I do have one of those in my own first aid case you know, I know what it does." Oskar replied jovially, even as he winced at the pressure being applied.

"Your leg will be fine for six hours, after that though, you need to be on an operating table, no way I'm getting that bullet out here."

"Well, you sods had better finish this up quickly then, because I'm not too keen on walking to a field hospital." Oskar quipped back, switching the magazine in his shotgun for a magazine of slug rounds. "Do me a favour and help me prop myself against a window with a decent view, would you? Kinda wanna waste any bozos who come prowling round here. Oh, and feel free to replace that torniquet with mine if you want - not like I'm helping anyone in a hurry."
 
Sten sighed as the Psi-blockers entered his system, taking the edge off of his ache. He only grunted in response to Blue's medical commentary, wincing when the einbrium shards were extracted, but saying little else. As soon as his wound was patched, he was on his feet, leaning a little on his staff and slightly disoriented from the Psi-blockers, but otherwise fine.

Then the mutants emerged from the building. At first, Sten wore an expression of horror like the ones everyone else probably had, but as they collapsed and expired, a faint, sad smile crossed his mouth. "We saved them." he murmured. Big A shot him a horrified expression until she understood what he really meant. Sten could sense his family standing behind him without looking; his father was nodding, holding his sister in his arms, and his teary eyed mother, joined by Rafaela, all with sad smiles on their faces. There are fates far worse than death.

Then he heard the voices. Their inhuman, unintelligable voice passed through his mind, followed by the pack of whispers, scratching at his mind like wolves. Individually the enemy psykers were weaker than him, but Sten was dazed and weakened by the psi-blockers, and there were at least three of them... or two skilled in coordinated psychic assaults, Sten could not tell. He struggled to fend off his mental assailants. Behind them, he sensed the intelligence directing them. He struggled to inform the rest of the squad amidst the psychic assault. "Engaging mutliple hostile telepa-glk... telepaths," he gasped, "Primary t-target loca-grrk-located. He's... sublevels, not hiding." Finished with his message and unable to continue splitting his attention, he closed his eyes to focus on fending off his assailants strengthing his defenses as best he could. Leaning heavily on his staff, he twitched and grunted under their onslaught. He was on the defensive until the psi-blockers wore off.
 
When Robert saw the shambling corpses come from the hospital, his face twisted into a heavy scowl and he went silent. He only looked at them long enough to know they were no immediate threat before finishing up his inspections. He hardly noticed, or cared about the shock and looks of horror on the faces of his allies. Unlike many of them, he truly knew what horrors this damned war held. He had seen worse, fought worse, killed worse. He had watched hospitals burned with patients still inside, children chased down and ripped to shreds by Swarmers. He had gunned down hoards of what had once been his friends, turned ghouls by Banshees. After all of that, no man or woman could ever be surprised by the filthy and truly diabolical nature of these fucking vermin that now covered the face of his planet. Thinking about it nearly made him physically ill. Nothing these monsters could do would ever surprise him. He dropped into the cockpit of the Carrion Queen and closed himself in. With reinforced determination, he slowly made his way towards the hospital. He didn't know quite what he was going to do when he got there, but he did know one thing for certain. He wouldn't stop until every piece of alien filth in that building was dead, torn to shreds, and burned.
 
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'Jesus ass-fucking Christ'

Their ordeal had become violently justified. The deaths of Cobra and Lockdown suddenly given a a very real purpose. This is why they were here, off in some rotted corner of Pennsylvania fighting crazies, not to just fight, but to help. The human side of this whole thing had been almost lost to him, it was just a job, thankless and usually short lived. No greater reason other than 'because I told you so'. Keith cringed, the mere thought that he had entertained joining the Scions, even as just an angry joke, sickened him. They weren't just garden variety psychos, but animals. Scum. Traitors of humanity, It was now Glitter's pleasure to put them down. For once the buzzing of comms didn't irritate the acting captain, in no small part to Deadman keeping his mouth shut for once, it was his chance to make things right.

"Raider-1, you and the heavies will be the first to go in. Expect heavy resistance, the crazy's aren't about to give up their little operation so fast. Me and my squad will follow and Reaver will cover our flank. Mech pilots will remain in their mechs and hold the outside, if you see ANYTHING weird report it immediately. I want no more surprises." Glitter paused for a breath, "Most importantly, our mission is to capture Mike Rosnick alive. I don't like at anymore than you, but if he dies this whole damn thing is just a waste. However..." Malice creeped into the Acting Captain's voice, "I'm sure high command won't mind if he's missing a couple pieces." He lightly chuckled, possibly the last life he may ever have. The entrance to the hospital stood before them, a yawning maw into the den of madness.

'Just another day...'

"Alright Raider, you're lead, whenever you're ready." He remained silent for a moment, as if contemplating if he really needed to say what he was about to say, "Remember, Lefty. Limbo. Deadman. If there is so much as a fucking three-eyed pigeon I want to know about it. No. More. Damn. Surpises."
 
Shambling, half dead corpses, mutilated. Kerttu grimaced. This was unpleasantly new. Scions kept finding ways to make their removal from the gene pool, a fulfilling task. Quite rewarding. As Glitter Boy ran out the orders, she listened closely, and agreed. "On it sir. Deadman and I will get visual on the rear of the hospital. Limbo, keep yourself aware."

She shuffled her comm channels to link up with Limbo and Deadman, directly, dropping privacy with Reaver's squad. "Deadman, need you to flank right, 'round the north wing. I'll take South. Matching pace with you. Limbo, keep watch on our flanks from your position. If you see anything that looks at you wrong, yell at me. I will be there immediately."

She set the sensors of Corvus onto full active as she passed in front of the infantry; while it would provide the most advanced warning, the amount of energy emissions Corvus pumped out at full power, made it a gleaming beacon to anything else in the area, that could detect its electromagnetic emissions. She just had to pray that nothing could lock on to her faster, than she could detect it, and get cover. Pausing, she alerted Deadman, "Move out." Through the wisps of remaining chemicals, Corvus moved forth, matching pace with the Carrion Queen nearly a block away.

Licking her lips, she kept an eye on her sensors; they had already lost too many on this mission.
 
Jonathan "Raider-1" Dusi

His squad leader nodded about as much as the power armor would allow him before the pair separated with a gesture from the man and took up their own positions around the initial squad. A subtle click of his tongue switched off the comms in his helmet, and Jonathan quickly muttered, “Mute Deadman.” He didn’t need the ravings of someone clearly disturbed in his ears, and another click reopened his comms to blissful silence. Momentarily at the least, given his squad leader ordered a radio check almost immediately after he came back onto the net. Not that the three were able to finish it as the fuse was lit with unstable ground beneath their feet and a horrific scream in the air.

The urge to turn his head was easily ignored as Jonathan remained focused on his arcs of fire. If there was a need his squad leader would have already barked the orders, and given his two teammates’ vitals were just fine so the situation couldn’t have been dire. It was a while before his suit picked up voices from the other squad members and though the urge to turn around for a glance grew just a bit Jonathan squashed it with a quiet sigh. Course, when the alien voice rippled through his mind Jonathan couldn’t help but stumble forward a step at the sheer incomprehensibility of it. When he finally managed to straighten himself out and turn around to take a glance, for it was unignorable now, it finished with a grimace. The sight was god awful, even for the hellhole the world had become; not quite the worst he’d ever seen, but it still made his skin crawl.

At Glitter’s orders Jonathan moved back to group with the rest of his squad, and with a few muted whispers set the sensors suite on the suit’s chest to max power. The hum around each of the three heavies grew noticeably as power was fed into the equipment, pushing them to their maximum output. “Roger that. Raiders, let’s move.” On the squad leader’s command, the three heavies stepped out towards the hospital entrance in a wedge formation, Raider-2 at the lead.
 
With a proof in hand of the disgusting and inhuman actions of their enemy, the 44th mechanized moved. Leaving the pile of bodies behind them, the heavy foot steps of Herculeal Exosuits paved the way. The lobby of the hospital was clear, a arm from one of the scions still lay in a smoking, charred pile among some rubble. The Raider had done their job well, there were no signs of survivors anywhere. The way the experiments had come from was clear however, blody and dragging foot prings indicated a set of heavy doors that led to the research wing, and from there, down underneath the hospital.

As their heavy boots crushed pebble to dust, and as their search lights illuminated the darkness of the sub level entrance, a stench of blood and guts assaulted the ones bringing up the rear. The entire hospital was permenated with it, the despair and anguish of people dragged from their beds like cattle to the slaughter. Big A's grip on her gun tightened. Blues eyes were wider then usual, the alarm written across her face. The Raider who took point took one step down the dark corridor. Then another, each one echoing as it seemed everyone held their breath. Bones swore under his breath as he almost stepped in the charred remains of a scion. And then there was a sound from deep within the corridors beyond the darkness. It came suddenly, like the voices before. But this time there was a semblance of coherency.

”We await you” The voice was raspy and hoarse. And there seemed to be three other voices trailing after it, lagging behind and speaking in a strange, warped version of english.

”We got movement” The raider known by the callsign ”Cobalt” spoke on the com. ”Humanoid. Shambli-” There was a sharp sound as bullet pinged of his helmet. ”Contact” The Raider returned fire in kind, a single antipersonell shell shot from his belt-fed ”Midas”, a truly impressive piece of explosive carnage. The hostile being was naught but a fine mist and gruesome artwork on the walls. Then came the noises, screaming and inhuman.

”F's!” The monstrous shock troopers of the invaders came from side corridors, and their alien weapons barked with muzzle flares as sharp needlelike projectiles was hurled at the Mechanized Infantry. Luckily for the rest, the Herculean armor of the Raiders sustained the first bursts of fire, and the armor held. But before they could open fire, the attackers vansished. They didn't simply duck away, no, they seemed to melt back into the shadows. Sporadic fire came from Odd angles every step the group took.


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About the same time as the Shambler had appeared, the two mechs by the Hospital had a nasty suprise pop up on their radar. Suddenly, something huge just blinked into existence for their systems. And then the sky opened up in a hell pour of rain so powerfull it turned the blood and dry ground into sludge in seconds flat before it suddenly stopped again. And then they saw it, the purple light of the heaven itself ripping itself apart. From the portal crashed a large, pillar like, structure down into the ground. It had to be countless miles away, but it was so large they could still see it clearly. The ground shook, and then a giant wave of dust was heading their way. Like a roiling, angry storm, it rose as a wall from the impact center. Their radios were suddenly filled with unintelligent, screaming voices. And then something detached from the pillar, and another and another. Moving towards them. They weren't Gigant sized, but certeinly big enough to give them pause. And it seemed they were flying. And in their wake came swarmers. By the time the dust hit them, so would the swarmers. This mission suddenly had a timer.
 
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Kerttu "Lefty" Crighton, Pilot of Corvus


All was quiet around the Hospital's exterior as both Corvus and Carrion Queen did their perimeter sweep. Other than finishing off the quiet whimpering of a double-amputated scion, with the foot of Corvus, there was nothing active. She waited, sensors drinking back the power, as they scanned every inch of their surroundings. Everything was quiet.

It was the calm before the apocalypse.

Something appeared.

A Portal.

Kerrtu was only four when the portals opened the first time. All she remembered of that time, was terror. Sheer, awe-inspiring terror. She knew it was a portal. She didn't remember the hellpour, but has heard of it; As if the skies had torn apart, and water flowed like a river from the sky. She remembered vague descriptions of the scientific theories of what caused the Hellpours, of massive pressure imbalances disrupting the precipitation saturation limit of continental cloud shelfs....or something. It was just rain, but it was if every cloud was being squeeze out of the sky, and all the many tons of water vapour came crashing down in an instant. Corvus was forced to stagger under the load of water, as the heatsinks flash-boiled water into steam, before cooling off at such a rate, that the intake vents snapped shut, to protect the system from further thermal shock.

It stopped, the water pooling around the mech's feet as it flooded the ground, faster than the soil could absorb it. Corvus rose back to its full height, steam still trickling out of vents and panels. Kerttu focused her attention on the purple light of an alternate dimension, or world, or whatever it was, and the obelisk of the enemy came crashing down. She opened Comms with both Limbo and Deadman, "I'm informing Acting Commander. Limbo, make sure we have a clear evac path to the transporter. Then fire at will when whatever gets in range. I have no idea if you have HE shells on board, but use them if you got them. Buy us time. Deadman, contact the crawler, get them to send us ammunition. Now."

She shifted her comms, directly to Glitter Boy, "Acting Commander. I need your full attention." There was a raw trepidation in her voice, which was sure to raise alarms within the man. "Need to uplink video and sensor data for your review. No three eyed pigeons. It's a portal."
 
While eerie, the hospital’s atmosphere didn’t dissuade the Raiders from pushing forward without so much as a word. Unknown liquids squelched underfoot with each step and the three paused momentarily as they arrived at the entrance into the building’s lower levels. Glances were exchanged between the three of them and with agreed nods, Cobalt stepped down with Jonathan and Raider-3 behind him. While none of them stopped at the crunch of bones and cracking of burnt skin, Jon grimaced within his helmet but soldiered on without comment. The Raiders didn’t tiptoe around the mess like some of those behind but simply marched on ahead.

Course, even they came to a halt when the voice echoed through the desolate halls towards them. Noticing it, but not being distracted, Jonathan was able to pick up the blips that appeared on his sensors; not that he got a chance to vocalize it over the comms as Cobalt went on the line first. A sharp ping was followed up immediately by a boom that shook the floor underneath their feet and he clicked his tongue in annoyance as something pinged off the front of his helmet.

Almost immediately after that harmless ding Jonathan was forced to brace himself as the armor’s frame rocked from numerous impacts. The flash of aliens’ weapons aside, their figures flitted through the darkened hallway far too rapidly for any meaningful return fire to be made. What was worse was the fact that these attackers seemed to vanish from his sensors too, leaving the three Raiders with only their ammunition embedded in their armor. Any movement was met with a barrage of fire from the shadows and Jonathan grimaced as he tried to shield his firearm from being mangled by the flurry of projectiles being sent their way; an endeavor made harder by the fact that he was the only thing preventing those behind from being torn to shreds.

While use of their missiles was ill-advised at best thanks to their enclosed environment, the Raiders nonetheless quickly tried to figure something out against their sneaky assailants. An inaudible hiss drowned out by the sounds of shifting Herculean armor, the soft blump as the grenade was launched, and the soft whirl as Jonathan’s mini-gun spun up and prepared to spat death. Over the comms, the call of, “Flash!” by Cobalt could be heard, but his attention was glued to his sensor display and the camera feed, watching for any signs of the enemy in either.
 
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Sten struggled with all his might to defend himself from his psychic assailants, a task that grew easier by the moment as the Psi-Blockers filtered out of his body. The pain returned, not unbearably, but more than enough to feed his powers. After regaining as much strength as he could, he telepathically lunged at one of the minds hounding him and the resistance was immidiete and daunting. Three seperate presences, not distinctly alien, but also human. They lashed at him, tore at his defenses, tried to worm past the many layers of training. But Sten would find that while tirening, each of them were indivually weaker then him, covering for one another. These were not the mind hijacking monster of a psychic that ripped control for Cobra. These were beginners, early walkers who only recently stepped into other plane.

Grunting audibly at their rapacious clawing, Sten smiled regardless. Their inexperience could be their downfall. He swiftly constructed a gap in his defences behind the outermost layers, and lined it with mental traps: a poison laced vacuole, embedded within the cell wall. Their heedless advances stumbled upon the seeming weakness in his defences and wormed their way in, only to find too late they had stumbled into his snare. Sten was quite surprised to find that his plan had workedbetter than he expected and he had captured all three. He struggled to keep their frantic flailing from tearing either out or deeper as he burned each adversary's mind out, one by one with nowhere to flee, screaming with hatred, pain and victory. By the end, Sten felt as if his mind had gone trough a mangler. He won, but at what price? He shuddered with adrenaline and agony. He opened his hands which he had subconsciously balled into fists, marvelling at how his fingers refused to open out of claws. There were some in the UHC that called psykers monsters; the irony was not lost on Sten.

Sten reported his success in defeating his assailants and moved to order his squadmates into the building. Sten was exhausted from his telepathic ordeal, so when the bullets began flying, he took cover and let his teammates do their job while he struggled to build a charge in his staff, just in case the fighting took a turn for the worse.
 
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Robert watched as the sky split open and the Hellpour came. It drenched the mech, and thankfully, all of the vents were down pointing so the systems were not flooded. Shortly after the portal opened, and the Obelisk came soaring out of the sky, impaling itself in the ground. At this point he was terrified. He vividly remembered seeing the portals when they first opened up when he was a kid. His jaw hung low, and his eyes were as wide as frying pans. Then the Swarmers split off from the pillar and began to create a cloud that blocked out the sun. The amount of heat showing up on his sensors was extreme. There were thousands of the fuckers.

Lefty's voice broke him out of his wide eyed stupor. He opened up comms and spoke into the primary channel, "They are coming! Crawler, we need that spare ammo NOW!" He shouted into the comms, "I'll need every fucking bullet, shell, and missile you have. And you lot in hospital are now on a timer. You better hurry the hell up, because when that swarm of bugs gets here, we are leaving. Whether or not you are with me or not."

He shifted the Carrion Queen down road that led straight to the hospital and towards the transport, clearing out any obstacles that still remained. He ended up meeting the Crawler about halfway there. He helped the crew unload the spare ammunition for the mech weapon systems. Unfortunately his missile rack was totally destroyed while he had plenty of extra missiles, he couldn't replace the rack itself until they got back to base. And that was only if they made it back.
 
There was a cold and complete silence from Limbo's end. The lack of even static meant that she had completely silenced her com although she could still hear the chatter from the rest of the group ringing in her ears. When the twisted and mutated corpses began to pile up for a few brief moments Sarah just shut down. Against better judgment and the numerous warnings the Hades flashed at her she removed one of her hands from the control pad and clawed off to the side until it connected with soft fur. She didn't pull the bear from its little nook, just closed her hand around it with a force that might have left her palms bloody had her nails not been blocked by the worn fabric. The respite she gained was brief at best, the tone of command was far to ingrained in her own consciousness for her to tune the chatter out for very long.

"Eyes open and-" Whatever she was going to say was cut off as the sky suddenly fell. One moment nothing and then suddenly like a tidal surge everything was blanketed in water. The heat vents belched steam like some discontented animal before they snapped shut as the core temp dropped several degrees. And with the water can the break to hell. At first Limbo thought that somehow the water had fried her circuits, even as the Hades rumbled and purred, as warnings angrily flashed at the corners of her screen. Her fingers beat out a rapid tempo quickly organizing the dangers away directing her vision up to try and get a look at what was casing her sensors to jump so. She almost regretted looking.

Even with never having seen one for herself there was no mistaking the tear for anything other than what it was. A portal, something that should have stayed gone after that first wave was back once again to rain hell down upon them like it had those years ago. Had the giant pillar that plummeted from the hole remained still she might have been content to stare, but as monstrous forms fell away her eyes were draw away in favor of the moving objects. Before Lefty even started talking her targeting systems were already beginning to track the closest of the large aliens.

"I will hold them off as long as I can." Limbo said not releasing the lock she had on the swaying targets even as the Hades gave an almighty lurch, its massive feet sinking deep into the mud with each step only to be ripped up again with a squelch. It was difficult to move through the mud while also trying to keep her targeting online. Besides the normal railgun shells that she carried she had a limited number of high explosive shells that she could use, but to fire them required a bit of extra work. First off they couldn't be fired with the same force as one of the normal shells, doing so would probably end up with one going off before it even left the barrel. This meant she usually had to aim much higher than the intended target, and if the target was moving around to much there was a much higher probability that she would miss.

"And so the first seal was broken and before him rode Conquest." There was some black humor to her voice that could very well have been missed over the clammier coming in from all sides as her voice was hardly more than a whisper.

"Carrion do you see any shot for my big gun?" She asked her voice now back at more normal volume, but there was still something in the back of her tone that sounded the faintest bit like a laugh. Perhaps this would be it before her mind finally just shattered.
 
Wedged against the window, Omicron stared out in horror as the sky fell. Through the comms came the sound of close-quarters gunfighting, normally his primary scene. To get tagged out in the open was one thing, but to be stuck watching the apocalypse pour forth was another. Oskar switched his magazine back to standard shells, in the hope of making tiniest of dents in the innumerable horde of Swarmers. Any attention he could draw would give the big guns a bit more breathing room to hammer the newfound assault.

"Limbo, Lefty, Deadman, this is Omicron. I'm injured and immobilised inside a building, location 592 739. I will provide all possible support, but the area I can aim at is rather limited. Feel free to lure enemies into my line of fire - I won't be able to do much, but I can at least do something other than wait helplessly, even if it's just buying you guys a little time."

Looking at the descending pillar, Oskar was struck with a single vision; the scythe of Death himself, descending to Earth to reap the puny mortals that dared stand there before him. This may be it. Oskar thought of his mother and sister, back home in England. Hopefully they'd cope - they'd known this could happen since the day he enlisted. Still, it would be nice to have seen them one last time, said goodbye properly. Soldiers never get to choose their time. Swallowing back a knot that had formed in his throat, Oskar reactivated his comms.

"If I bite it here, it's been a privilege serving with you all. Omicron out."

Pulling grenades and magazines from his belt, Oskar laid them out within easy reach. A deep breath in. A long exhale. Focusing his sight through the window, Oskar awaited the inevitable swarm.
 
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[BCOLOR=#000000]”Never before had there been such a plague of locusts, nor will there ever be again. They covered all the ground until it was black. ”[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#000000]Exodus 10[/BCOLOR]

Topside; Mech attachment.​

”Sweet mother of mercy” The driver of the caterpillar spoke as he looked up from helping carrion queen restock. The sky buzzed. Even so far away, the sound of a thusand wings beating on the air could be heard. He swallowed hard and continued, the two cannons ontop of the caterpillar had allready activated and fanned out. Luckily for the rest of them, Caterpillars were tested and held true against swarmers before. But the big lumbering things behind the swarm? The things nobody had seen before? Those were big fat questionmarks. They were ominous doom. They seemed to be half organic like everything else. A strange biometallic thing consisting of Einbrium. They were bulbous in form, with what seemed to be naturally shaped balloning skins attached to its numerous tentactles. Its bottom ended in what looked like a cannon, grafted onto it. Suddenly, one of those cannons glowed red and its tip exploded in red gas and fire. A bolt of pure einbrium embedded itself far from the city. It seemed less of a aimed strike towards them that fell short, and more a elaborate thing. Behind the approaching cloud of locust, the Massive obelist detached more of the floating things, but they were headed elsewhere.

”A test fire?” The driver, named Nathaniel, asked hesitently. As if a response, the metallic potrusion in the ground exploded outwards and in it's stead was a Banshee.

”Fuck me.. That's a fucking banshe!” He ran back inside his Caterpillar and slammed his hand onto the comboard. ”We need more airsupport. Our commanding officer is retracting the target below ground. But we are being attacked by Banshe and Swarmers and... some flying big thing. ”There was some radio chatter in response. Then the message beeped across the three mechs interfaces.

”Harpy 1 and 2 is on their way. Eta 1.30 minutes.”

--Extraction Team--​

Down in the corridors, The Herculean suits did their job amicably. The flashbang lit up, and the alien attackers were turned into smithereens as the heavy ordinance pulverised them. Each time this trick was used, Sten could feel the oppressive force on his mind diminsh minutely. As if the shadowy assailants were connected to it. The service corridor soon terminated into a big, carved out chamer. Most likely the morgue prior to all this but it had been expanded and rebuilt in haste. Bloody beds lined the walls, some with bodies still on them. Blood, old and fresh, painted the walls in places. Cacoons of halfmelted einbrium and flesh clung to end of the room. And sitting in lotus position, seemingly meditating, was their quarry. He slowly lifted his head.

”I am impressed” His voice was raspy, and his eyes were blood shot. He didn't move even as Big A aimed directly at her.

”One word you fucker. Give me a reason” She hissed.

”One word?” The man, who looked malnourished., asked. Then he laughed. It a sinister, terrible sound that echoed in the virtual chamber of nightmares he had created. From three of the cocoons emerged gangly looking men. They were similair to him. ”Behold. The next step in human evolution” He said as he rose. Suddenly, nobody seeed to be able to move. As if time stood still, only his crooked, worn out body seemed capable of movement. Well all but him and Sten. To Sten, the three had tried to just lock his nerve system. But failed. They seemed not to have noticed.

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Meanwhile, the forces in the sky was fast approaching. The first wave would be on them soon.

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-Time untill First Wave: 3 minutes.
-Time untill Harpy support: 1½ Minutes.
-Approx time until Full Contact: 10 minutes.
-Evacuation window: 15 minutes
 
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Robert watched as the massive floating beasts and the Swarmers with it can closer and closer. His eyes tracked the projectile launched from the new monstrosity fell outside of the city, and from the pillar sprouted a Banshee. Before he had much time to think, he fell back on his training. "Weapons Check" The soothing voice of The Carrion Queen called to him as he test fired his guns with their newly added ammunition. "Everything is working Rob, give 'em hell."

And with that Robert took aim at the new, twisted monstrosity before him and said, "In that day the Lord with his hard and great and strong sword will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent, Leviathan the twisting serpent, and he will slay the dragon that is in the sea." As he finished quoting scripture, he began firing upon the great beast with the 100mm cannon with HEIAP ammunition.
 
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Sten felt the new individuals' presences slipping through the minds of the entire squad. They only caressed each mind, his included, but the squad all seemed paralyzed while their caress never reached deeper than his outermost defenses. Realizing his comrades were all helpless, he released his stored bolt of lightning into one and drew his pistol, pumping an explosive .50 caliber round into each of the other gaunt beings.

The lightning struck the first one, that stumbled backwards, muscled locked in a spasms. It's eyes popped and bulged before literally melting out of its skull. Whatever they had been turned into, their constitution was far less cohesive then a normal human being. As it died, the control slackened over the others. But before anything more could happen, the first round of .50 caliber death pumped into the skull of a second. What passed for its brains made a gooey pattern on the wall behind it, but the third ducked, the "Spell" broken. The others could now move and Big A pumped three slugs into the third's chest, but not before it discharged some sort of pulse in retaliation, rocking the woman off her feet and sending her sliding across the floor. She came to rest against one of the bloody hospital beds legs, cradling her chest. "Ow, ow, ow."

Their target sat, completely unfazed on the floor still. "I guess you caught me." He said in a tone that betrayed nothing. But when he continued to talk, he shifted gears. "I was trying to save humanity. These... things you are fighting. They move from world to world. They adapt its inhabitants to serve them. IF I had succeeded, we could have become something more, something greater!" He began to cackle.

Sten scowled. Deluded filth. He readied his psychic talents in case Rosnick tried anything. "Pack him up." He turned to Rosnick, "And if you try ANYTHING, I will be more than happy to turn your brain to ash."
 
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