The Evrensel Conflict: Act 1 -- Chapter 1, Mission Ξ: Black Future

Wade Von Doom

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Sometime in Tamriel's future...

Cyrodiil. The capital province of three human empires in Tamriel, and home to the Imperial peoples. In the current time of our heroic group, they search for the murderers of Emperor Uriel Septim VII, and travel across the land to find them. Yet, Sometime in Tamriel's future...

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The world is hollow. Its lands, once filled with color, now desolate. The trees are dying. The animals gone. The cities crumbling to pieces. And the massive green fields now jagged mountains from the earth cracking apart. The planet was dying. And in the sky, beyond the clouds, the sun was going out.

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A massive dyson sphere. It's construction was nearing completion, and Magnus' energy was being sucked away into connected power nodes.

And surrounding the planet itself were a dozen massive, floating stations on different parts of the globe.

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These things were what caused the planets crust to shift and turn, and soon, they would destroy the world. Those who remained on this planet were the unfortunate. Survivors of a great purge. Invaders they could not comprehend, taking away thousands of children by force, and kill whoever was in their way. They could not stop them. Their weapons too advanced, the world of Nirn too divided by years o conflict, of returning threats and civil wars. No nation, when they invaded, had the means to defend against them for more than a few months. Nothing was left to oppose them.

The only thing left to do was to wait and die. Either by the machines hunting the remaining scattered, or for the planet to finally be destroyed by whatever these floating towers were doing to it. Yet, hope wasn't gone just yet. Someone would arrive on Nirn's dystopian future. Someone who came in a flash of blue light. He crashed down a hill, holding his arm as close to his body as he could, before landing in what used to be a lake. It was but a puddle of mud and gunk. Aside from some scrapes and bruises, he was fine. He was a soldier, dressed in WW2 French soldier uniform, holding a Thompson machine gun, and carrying a backpack of spare ammo and supplies. Yet, on his hand was something strange. When he stood up, he inspected it, ensuring it was still functioning. Thankfully, it was.

Now, all he needed to do was find someone to help him. "Hello?" He shouted out, speaking in a thick French accent.
 

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Isaac Clarke
Wandering the wastes


The Engineer hobbled along, his RIG glowing faintly blue, the glow being reduced as to avoid anyone that the group didn't want to know about their location. It was also why his helm had been retracted, his greasy buzz cut turning into a rather unkempt short haired mess with signs of graying hair, a beard had been taking hold on his tired pale face. Bags under his eyes told of a fatigue far beyond what a normal human should experience.

He had long since lost track of how long it's been since he arrived here, and picked up by the group. Was it weeks, was it months? He had no clue, hunger bit away at him just as much as the fatigue was. It was his own doing, as he wanted the others to be well-fed and rested. So he had taken watch and spared what food that was his share during meal-time to the others.

His weapon remained in his deathlike grip, once used for mining, the Plasma Cutter while a wonderful tool made good as a weapon. The plasma shot from the weapon cut through flesh and metal like a hot knife through warm butter. But ammo was scarce and until Isaac could find himself a way to create more, the weapon was a last resort. Slung across his back was a shortsword that had looked to be made out of some weird material that looked like glass but cut like a diamond on steroids.

Combined with his Stasis Module and Kinetic Device, Isaac made up for his lack of fighting ability with bladed weapons. Especially against the enemy they fought. Isaac wasn't sure what in the hell got them all up in a frenzy concerning survivors, but they cut down any who get in the way. And had proven to the group that they were not to be fucked with at every chance given. The brief skirmishes were the reason for watch during rest times. And why they had to be careful when roaming.

He was about to ask if the group spotted any villages or what remained of them when there was a blue flash and someone calling out. He motioned for the others to stay back as he led the charge as it were, slowly walking towards where the blue flash originated from and where the voice came from.

Once he was sure the others would be in positions, Isaac called out to the voice. "Hello? Who's there?" His hand with the Plasma Cutter moved a finger to activate the weapon if it was not a human he was talking to.
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Jake Muller
Wandering the wastes as well.


Pulling his coat tighter over himself, Jake did his best to fight the nipping cold that filled the air, the young merc's usual smirk and joking demeanor was replaced with one that was ready for shore leave as it were. The events leading up to his eventual 'recruitment' into this misfit group would be kept to him and only himself.

He had seen a village get mowed down by blade wielding robots or whatever they were, His Nine-Oh-Nine did little beyond some damage, but not nearly enough to even knock one on its ass. The Elephant Killer was more effective, but the usual damage to organic material did little against the enemy. Which is how he came to the conclusion they weren't even living.

After finding that out, Jake had did what he could to allow anyone of the remaining villagers to get away, but that would do little as the world was becoming more and more of a wasteland. Villages would be sacked and ruined by the enemy, bodies strewn about, rotting and little to no survivors. Nothing was present to even act as carrions, no rats, no flies. Nothing.

This would prove to be a problem for the group as it meant they couldn't hunt to replenish their meager food supplies. And required them to scavenge what was left behind in the village and towns they find. They had to avoid attracting attention as what counted for medicine in these parts were strange potions and little else. Got an infection, guess you're left with a thumb up your ass. Not that the potions didn't help, but they were few in supply and often didn't meet their requirements, blue serving little much else beyond tasting like a metal blueberry.

Plus they didn't have guns, most weapons they found here was medieval at best and worst being a simple club. Jake, who wanted to keep his guns fully stocked with the ammo that was left, now carried a rather ornate looking crossbow that he supplied with regular bolts and a nasty 'imbued' stuff. Some exploding or poisoning or sending sparks fly literally.

He was going to comment to the others about their ever growing shitty situation when a blue light and one of their own called out about said blue light. and everyone took position in case things went south. Jake with his crossbow and agitated nerves from all they've been through.
 
The Frenchman heard Isaac's voice and like him, also placed his finger just above the trigger to his weapon. They would both see each other's outlines, but the fog obscured their features. The mud under the water's surface was thick and heavy to walk through, making each step more heavy than the last. "Bonjour! Etes-vous un doc-- ehhhhh, nono," the frenchman stopped himself, realizing he was speaking French to an Englishman. "Are you, a, uhhh, 'doc-tor?' I have to, uhh, meet one!" As they got closer, the sound of footsteps started to echo around them from up the hill. The Frenchman pointed his weapon towards where the footsteps were coming from, expecting trouble.

As they got closer, it became a dozen footsteps, like a group marching together fast. Only, instead of trouble, it was... waddle dees.

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A dozen grouped together, carrying a robotic looking woman atop their heads. They stopped momentarily to look down on Isaac and the Frenchman, who was... quite confused on what the hell he was looking at. They stared for a few seconds, before something crashed down behind the dee's, causing them all to jump from the earth shaking. Isaac and the Frenchman would feel it, the mud vibrating to whatever was chasing the dee's, with ripples in the water from the shaking.

With red blushes appearing on their faces, and sweat drops flying off their faces, they slid down the hill and began running past the two men, all while carrying the woman. Something then jumped out from the fog beyond the hill; its shadow passing over them all and landing a few feet in front of the dee's, again causing the ground to shake intensely. The small beings jumped up into the air from its impact, looking absolutely petrified by the massive golem chasing them.

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The group would recognize this as one of the many robot units that were chasing them. If it was here, its minions were sure to follow suit. And indeed, more footsteps would echo around them from up the hill, as a squad size of twenty arrived. Their eyes glowing that same green color as the flash of light that brought them all here.

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Samus Aran

Having joined forces with the others in an attempt to find a way off the planet, they'd spent much of their time travelling, and while she'd always been something of a lone-wolf when it came to solving issues, she wasn't about to turn down help. Though personally she was viewing more as an escort mission, considering most of them didn't appear all that combat trained.

In response to the blue flash, the familiar sound of a power beam being charged would fill the air as the hulking suit of bronze coloured armour crouched into a more combat ready stance and raised the arm cannon that appeared to be something straight out of sci-fi, wordlessly taking aim.

Her equipment was something of an almost comical contrast to the weapons of the setting, but the enemies they faced seemed more than capable of tanking her weapons, so she didn't exactly feel like they offered much of an advantage. She get through something like this, she always did, after all, one doesn't save the galaxy without being remarkable.

To her surprise, a voice answered rather than a rush of knights, though she didn't let go of the beam just yet as a sudden storm of another strange foreign creature appeared, but once again, not the knights she'd been expecting though she didn't have much of a change to marvel at the strange creatures as the enemies finally showed themselves.

Finally, Samus fired the charged beam and continued firing into the golem, ideally taking it down before the other+s showed up.
 
Alison let out a sigh. Its been six days since she landed in this hellhole. Well, to her, this place was just like home. Outside of radio contact, stuck in a wasteland, and starving slowly. At least there was stuff around that Tingy could repurpose into nutrients they could use. That... didn't solve Alison's empty stomach. But oh well.

What was currently a big issue for her was finding a safe place to rest. Its been so long since she has had an actual good nights sleep out here, a cave may be a boon that the gods above may give her. But at the moment it didn't seem like it. Instead she was just walking forever down what used to be a pathway. Perhaps she may come across a town soon. Hopefully. She needed something to stop the gnawing emptiness in her stomach. Hell. Some fucking sawdust would be good right now.

"A! I know you're hungry. So am I." She barked to the Arc that was clinging to her back. "There is not much we can do about it, and I swear to god if you try and eat me again I will leave you here." From behind her back there was a small snicker as the living weapon shifted around.

After what felt like hours marching aimlessly in the fog and wastes Alison heard something in the distance. The sounds of footsteps... and the smell of fear. A smell she knew quite well.

Instantly she launched into action, pulling her Arc off of the perch it took on her back and sprinted off towards the smell.

The Frenchman heard Isaac's voice and like him, also placed his finger just above the trigger to his weapon. They would both see each other's outlines, but the fog obscured their features. The mud under the water's surface was thick and heavy to walk through, making each step more heavy than the last. "Bonjour! Etes-vous un doc-- ehhhhh, nono," the frenchman stopped himself, realizing he was speaking French to an Englishman. "Are you, a, uhhh, 'doc-tor?' I have to, uhh, meet one!" As they got closer, the sound of footsteps started to echo around them from up the hill. The Frenchman pointed his weapon towards where the footsteps were coming from, expecting trouble.

As they got closer, it became a dozen footsteps, like a group marching together fast. Only, instead of trouble, it was... waddle dees.


A dozen grouped together, carrying a robotic looking woman atop their heads. They stopped momentarily to look down on Isaac and the Frenchman, who was... quite confused on what the hell he was looking at. It last for a few seconds, before something crashed down behind the dee's, causing them all to jump from the earth shaking. Isaac and the Frenchman would feel it, the mud vibrating to whatever was chasing the dee's, with ripples in the water from the shaking.

With red blushes appearing on the faces, and sweat drops flying off their faces, they slid down the hill and began running past the two men, all while carrying the woman. Something them jumped out from the fog beyond the hill; its shadow passing over them all and lending a few feet in front of the dee's, again causing the ground to shake intensely. The small beings jumped up into the air, looking absolutely petrified by the massive golem chasing them.

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The group would recognize this as one of the many robot units that were chasing them. If it was here, its minions were sure to follow suit. And indeed, more footsteps would echo around them from up the hill.

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Alison saw them in the distance. Metal men, much like the Arc soldiers that Fenrir tried to make all those years ago. Some of them massive, some her sized. She took a deep breath and ducked into a dead sprint and began to haul ass towards the rather squishy people who were being accosted by the robots. And boy can she move. Like a human missile she launched herself at the largest robot, and aimed her blade for the side of its head as she spun through the air.
 
Solar Charge 83%...
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Basic Functionality possible...
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Running start-up OS...

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Structural integrity 94%....
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Loaded /system.config...
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Warning connection to Central Command interrupted...
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Waking personality core....
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Eyes opening, Model #051B assesses her situation, prone, resting on multiple moving surfaces. Energy beam overhead firing upon unknown target, source unknown. Unfamiliar terrain, GPS inoperable. No Connection to Central Command or any Auxiliary Commands. Communications Software unable to connect. Power banks currently recharging, time to complete charge, three days with current available sunlight. Operation time on current charge at high capacity, 5 minutes.

Pushing herself into a sitting position she looks at the orange creatures carrying her on their heads. She looks around at everything going on, her eyes assessing the situation and everyone standing around. Machines on the hill above, unfamiliar configurations, affiliation unknown. Organic Life forms striking at them, affiliation unknown. Laws of Engagement prevent initiating violence against organics unless absolutely necessary to carry out objectives or attacked.

"How interesting," Her voice comes out in a quiet monotone, "Who are all of you?"

Current Main Objective: Destroy Angrean Anti-Army Unit Gungnir Configuration

New Secondary Objective: Re-establish connection to UCT Central Command
 
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Isaac Clarke
In the wastes with the group, talking to a Frenchie


The Engineer looked perplexed as the man before him spoke in French, before correcting to English. Asking if he was a Doctor. Or rather particularly if Isaac was The Doctor.

"No, sorry. I'm not a Doctor, or whoever you're looking for. I'm Isaac Clarke, CEC Engineer. If you need some help, we have some-" Isaac never got the chance as he spotted movement in his peripherals. Without thinking, his RIG quickly assembled the Advanced Suit's Helmet, locking airtight around his head. The three lines of lights shining bright blue as Isaac raised the Plasma Cutter, ready to blast a hole in whatever came. But he stopped when he saw what was causing the movement.

A bunch of short little creatures almost out of a cartoon were running past them, carrying what looked like a woman with metal parts. It was this pause when the enemy the group all knew and hated showed itself. A Golem and some minions following it.

Samus had already fired in the moments it took for Isaac's disbelief from the weird creatures to break, and when it did. His free hand pressed the button as he threw it forward. A surge of blue light shot out from the Stasis Module on his palm, hitting the Golem. The dilation causing the Golem to move extremely slow as time flowed differently. It would only last roughly five seconds, but it was more than enough to hopefully give the others enough time to dig into it in terms of damage.

Which left the human sized robot knights or whatever they were. He would regret it later, but he raised the Plasma Cutter and activated the tool. Three blue lines shot out, showing where the beam of plasma would hit.

Pulling the trigger, a loud bang as the Plasma Cutter discharged three bolts into the closest robot. Metal would meat from the heat and energy but wouldn't go out the back of the robot, as while it had no problem tearing flesh and bone. Hitting metal was more energy consuming as it were, so it required an extra shot or two, or three before the first bot took enough damage to its internal components.

Hearing a click and a red flash as the counter for the tool's 'ammo' went to zero, requiring Isaac to try to reload. An action that'd be impossible with another robot taking a swing at Isaac. Whom barely dodged in time as he backpedaled, the bottom or 'chin' of the helmet scraping as the blade just missed Isaac's neck. Reaching back, the Plasma Cutter locking onto his leg with the magnets.

Isaac drew his own blade, and did his best to fight back against his attacker. But since he was human and the attacker was a robot, his actions were met by counter after counter. Isaac barely able to deflect and land a scrape or two but it was an honest struggle.

He only hoped the others would swiftly deal with their targets quickly to lend a hand.

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TARGETS IDENTIFIED:

SAMUS ARAN
ISSAC CLARKE
JAKE WESKER
ANTI-PERSONEEL COMBAT GYNOID MODEL 051B MUSASHI CONFIRGURATION

UNIDENTIFIED ORGANIC SCATTERED
SPECIES -- ONE HUMAN, TEN WADDLE DEE'S

ASSESSMENT: ELIMINATE
The golem was about to strike down upon the Dee's, before Samus' attack stopped it. The shot bounced off its armor, barely leaving a trace, but staggering the automaton for a brief moment. It quickly attacked back, slashing its sword across the ground where Samus stood to cut her in half; dust and rocks kicking up from the sword cutting through the infertile earth.

Alison's sudden arrival and attack then damaged the golem, as the strike landed hard enough that its head whiplashed to the side and promptly lost its balance. Dust flew up again as it crashed to the ground, creating a heavy dust cloud that made the already heavy air even more toxic to breath in. The Frenchman didn't waste time though, quickly firing at the knights up the air and dashing into the dust to escape their sight. Their shields blocked the bullets, but not from the metal they were made from, but a layer of kinetic barriers that added more reinforcement from swords or other types of weapon ammunition and materials. Even if the knights themselves were hit, whatever metal they were made from was too refined to destroy easily.

Regular bullets bounced off them like rubber balls, plasma left only small scorch marks, and Samus' cannon arm did damage, but little by little for each shot, and considering they were always in squads, or even legions, she would be outnumbered too much to thin their numbers. Once the Frenchie vanished, they slid down the hill, charging at Issac first head on with their shields out to block his shots. While all this happened, as 1B tried asking questions to what exactly was going on, and who these strange orange beings were, they decided the best course of action was the simplest one.

RUN AWAY!

And so they did. While the robots dealt with the others, they charged off into the other direction away from the action with 1B still on their heads.

NEW THREAT DETECTED:
ALISON HARKGROVE

ASSESSMENT: ELIMINATE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE


REINFORCEMENTS REQUESTED
 
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Samus Aran

Her attacks seemed to have an affect which she was thankful for, albeit not a large one, yet at the very least she had managed to turn the colossal machine's attention away from the strange little creatures.

Samus' time enjoying the minor victory was short-lived as the golem had already begun its attack, yet no sooner than she had begun firing the being threw a slash her way. Thinking quickly, the 6'0 suit of armour suddenly shifted into a ball under half its original size, tumbling underneath and out of harm's way.

It was apparent from a mere glance that they weren't going to be able to deal with the mass hordes of robots without anything short of a miracle happening, and while the galaxy's most renowned bounty hunter considered herself lucky, it wasn't something she could rely on.

"We need to retreat!" she called out to the others with a synthetically enhanced voice, popping out of the morph ball and once again unleashing a barrage on the golem, more so to keep it's attention than harm it. She wasn't entirely sure of how well the rest of the party could handle themselves, but she didn't have the time to hold their hands in such an overwhelming firefight. Their only saving grace seemed to be the lack of ranged weaponry on any of them.
 
Felix the Dancer
Exiting mech bay, Pirouette testing in progress.

Felix had felt awkward and dead inside for weeks. Now he was alive once more. Graphene-titanium composite feet thudded and thoomed against the earth, blackened ashy sand left with deep prints telling of the passing of a great and mighty machine… Albeit, one of the least of its kind. Outside the Solaris rings, few legends or tales of the Urbanmech were told. But you didn’t need to be a legend to hold a city.

For a week and a half Felix had known the shame of being dispossessed, only able to patrol with his laser rifle and weld armor plate on the pirouette. However, he’d also been extremely fortunate: During the crash landing, only an arm and a leg were shattered, and no vital components were truly lost, so much as scattered across the side of a mountain. Even luckier, the crew Felix fell in with had the best damn techies he ever met. Not just intelligent and experienced, but wielding marvelous tools that quite simply did not exist in his home dimension. With their skill, Pirouette was ready to dance again. Though they took longer than the Solaris techs he was used to working with, they were also working without spare parts, and the armor was a patchwork puzzle. If they had the supplies, Felix was sure they could’ve done a full refit in as few as three days. Maybe less, if they had blueprints. But though it was a near full recovery for the mighty machine, that ‘near’ wasn’t complete. Firstly, there was no fuel for the jumpjets. What hadn’t been used to soften Felix’s descent was spilt across the crash site, leaving Felix to walk. Secondly was that when the AC/20 was damaged, much of its limited ammo was sent hurtling down a mountainside. Only five of its ten shots remained, and of those only four were loaded in the hopper. The techies wanted one to analyze for when they were ready to start reproducing it. And due to that shortage, Felix had yet to test the AC/20, leaving him unsure if it was fit for a fight. But every other aspect was in working order, as far as the team reckoned.

So Felix was testing it. The legs stomped along as heavily as always, the arms could rotate through their full arc, and the torso spun in either direction without complaint, freely as ever. The laser, small though it was, dutifully burned away the rocky terrain, carving a wildly zigzagging line into the earth. Then Felix spoke into the neurohelmet’s mic.

“Dancer to base, testing long range communications… Dancer to base, please respond… Base?”

The mech stopped walking. Felix instinctively reached back to scratch his head and felt something. A loose cable. He must’ve missed it when he plugged in all the other sensor feeds, but he was sure it was for his headset. The moment he plugged it in, a familiar voice cut through. Samus. She’d caused Felix a great deal of confusion when they first met. Her battle armor was quite visually similar to the “Toad” battle armor used by the Clan invaders, for one. For another, she referred to herself as a Bounty Hunter, and back home, “The Bounty Hunter” was a damned legendary mystery man who had a marauder to pilot. But of course her suit was advanced enough to make Clan Tech seem inadequate and though she was a legend, she didn’t own any sort of mech, let alone a heavy beauty like a marauder. However, the details of their meeting and her origins were far from Felix’s mind. She was in a firefight. And he could just see it in the distance.

“Hunter, this is Dancer. Test drive appears successful, diverting to cover your retreat. Will arrive in thirty seconds”

Was all he said over the channel to her, trying to ignore the nagging sense that he should test the AC/20 before he got into a fight… If it was successful, it would be one less round he could bring to bear. If it wasn’t, the ammo explosion could do serious internal damage. So for now, the noble Urbanmech strode over the wastes, rushing to reach the retreating fighters on the front. Surely, the laser would be enough. After all, there weren’t any mechs on sensors, and the laser would be more than enough for infantry… right?
 
NEW THREAT DETECTED:
FELIX TOBIN

REINFORCEMENTS GRANTED

ETA: 5 MINUTES


The golem's armor was too thick for Samus' canon, even as she fired at it while downed. Slowly, it began to rise back up to its feet, as jets extended out from the back of the folds of its armor. Once standing, its armor folds extended out along its shoulders and upper back; firing several rockets off around itself. It was like a small explosive barrage once they landed, as the explosions circled around the golem by several feet.

Dirt and ash kicked up into more clouds of dust, as fire and shockwaves rocked the area around the golem. When it finished, the golem then looked to where Felix was coming from, aimed the fist of its sword hand at the mech's head, and fired a neon green beam of energy, trying to decapitate him.

As if this wasn't already getting worse, by the second, the group could then hear something big above the clouds. Something entering the planet's atmosphere.

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And yet, oddly, music began to play from the ships.

 
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051B watches as everything occurs, ignoring the jostling of the creatures carrying her away from the conflict. Running a few simulations she eventually decides that joining the combat would be more detrimental to her mission than retreat and allows the creatures to flee. Besides they were rather fascinating, she starts poking and prodding one of the ones closest to her hand, curious about them.

She looks up at the sky as music started playing.
Unknown aircraft....

Not broadcasting on any known frequencies...


Yes with something like that retreat was the best course of action to ensure mission completion. She flips off of the creatures and begains to rapidly move away from the conflict, holding one of them to her chest as she did so. She didn't want them to run off away from her after all, she wanted to study them more. They were.... cute.​
 
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Isaac Clarke
Running away


Upon the robots being unfazed by the Plasma Cutter, and the Golem resisting the Stasis bolt, and he was being swarmed. Isaac figured it was best to get the fuck out of there while they were mostly uninjured.

"Good plan!" He called, running after the weird creatures with the strange robot girl on their head. The robots chasing after Isaac like he was some twisted Matador and they were the bulls. And despite the suit, Isaac just barely kept his pace to gain more distance between him and the robots. Memories of past skirmishes flooding through his mind as to the damage they could do to them.

And despite having fought the Necromorphs, Isaac would rather deal with the Sprawl once more than even risk getting hit just once...

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Proto-Berserker Model 01

Having wandered these desolate plains for quite a while, the still chained experiment decided to sit down for a bit on the dry floor. He noticed a rock nearby, and bored of wandering, he started sculpting the rock with one of the spikes at the end of one chain. After a long while of work, the Proto-Servant had created a nice enough ball.

Around the same time, he noticed a commotion in the distance. A huge robot, attacked by another one, smaller robots attacking some fleeing people. The man tilted his head. Should he intervene? If so, who should he side with? Were they looking for him after he somehow was released into this wasteland? Too much food for thought. He settled with stand and observe for now.
 
TARGETS IDENTIFIED:

SAMUS ARAN
ISSAC CLARKE
JAKE WESKER
ANTI-PERSONEEL COMBAT GYNOID MODEL 051B MUSASHI CONFIRGURATION

UNIDENTIFIED ORGANIC SCATTERED
SPECIES -- ONE HUMAN, TEN WADDLE DEE'S

ASSESSMENT: ELIMINATE
The golem was about to strike down upon the Dee's, before Samus' attack stopped it. The shot bounced off its armor, barely leaving a trace, but staggering the automaton for a brief moment. It quickly attacked back, slashing its sword across the ground where Samus stood to cut her in half; dust and rocks kicking up from the sword cutting through the infertile earth.

Alison's sudden arrival and attack then damaged the golem, as the strike landed hard enough that its head whiplashed to the side and promptly lost its balance. Dust flew up again as it crashed to the ground, creating a heavy dust cloud that made the already heavy air even more toxic to breath in. The Frenchman didn't waste time though, quickly firing at the knights up the air and dashing into the dust to escape their sight. Their shields blocked the bullets, but not from the metal they were made from, but a layer of kinetic barriers that added more reinforcement from swords or other types of weapon ammunition and materials. Even if the knights themselves were hit, whatever metal they were made from was too refined to destroy easily.

Regular bullets bounced off them like rubber balls, plasma left only small scorch marks, and Samus' cannon arm did damage, but little by little for each shot, and considering they were always in squads, or even legions, she would be outnumbered too much to thin their numbers. Once the Frenchie vanished, they slid down the hill, charging at Issac first head on with their shields out to block his shots. While all this happened, as 1B tried asking questions to what exactly was going on, and who these strange orange beings were, they decided the best course of action was the simplest one.

RUN AWAY!

And so they did. While the robots dealt with the others, they charged off into the other direction away from the action with 1B still on their heads.

NEW THREAT DETECTED:
ALISON HARKGROVE

ASSESSMENT: ELIMINATE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE


REINFORCEMENTS REQUESTED

NEW THREAT DETECTED:
FELIX TOBIN

REINFORCEMENTS GRANTED

ETA: 5 MINUTES


The golem's armor was too thick for Samus' canon, even as she fired at it while downed. Slowly, it began to rise back up to its feet, as jets extended out from the back of the folds of its armor. Once standing, its armor folds extended out along its shoulders and upper back; firing several rockets off around itself. It was like a small explosive barrage once they landed, as the explosions circled around the golem by several feet.

Dirt and ash kicked up into more clouds of dust, as fire and shockwaves rocked the area around the golem. When it finished, the golem then looked to where Felix was coming from, aimed the fist of its sword hand at the mech's head, and fired a neon green beam of energy, trying to decapitate him.

As if this wasn't already getting worse, by the second, the group could then hear something big above the clouds. Something entering the planet's atmosphere.

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And yet, oddly, music began to play from the ships.


Isaac Clarke
Running away


Upon the robots being unfazed by the Plasma Cutter, and the Golem resisting the Stasis bolt, and he was being swarmed. Isaac figured it was best to get the fuck out of there while they were mostly uninjured.

"Good plan!" He called, running after the weird creatures with the strange robot girl on their head. The robots chasing after Isaac like he was some twisted Matador and they were the bulls. And despite the suit, Isaac just barely kept his pace to gain more distance between him and the robots. Memories of past skirmishes flooding through his mind as to the damage they could do to them.

And despite having fought the Necromorphs, Isaac would rather deal with the Sprawl once more than even risk getting hit just once...

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As fast as Alison entered the fight she was out. Skirting around the edges of the mech's reach. She had fought these kinds of things before. malfunctioning Arc Soliders. Though this one was a hell of a lot tougher then any she had fought before. She could go into Burst and maybe, just maybe scratch the damn thing. Other then that it was another case of whittle the fucker down until it stopped moving.

Though a voice brought her out of her combat focus. That armored figure called for a retreat, and the rest seemed to be following it. While she could probably take out this many of them, that was a risk that would put her in a casket. Rule one, don't die.

"Fuck! Fine!" She yelled out as she launched herself back a safe distance, her arc thrown onto her back as she began to haul ass. There was another armored man looking figure. Alison could tell he wasn't a robot just by the way he moved. And he was moving a bit too slow. Her arm slung around his waist and threw him over her shoulder with ease. The normal looking redhead able to hold Isaac up and still manage to keep pace with Samus might be a tad bit of a shocker to the engineer.

"Where the hell are we even going?" She called out to the armored woman, her grip on the man tightening, she wasn't going to let him go no matter how hard he complained.

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Samus Aran

Looking up and seeing the intimidating presence of... Music playing ships? the bounty hunter immediately launched herself in the opposite direction, taking her own advice, and fled.

Sprinting away with the rest of the group, who were surprisingly able to keep up with her with one of them even carrying someone else in manner that would've made her hide a smirk if they weren't running for their lives, Samus wanted to give a productive answer but sadly couldn't, she was just running for the sake of getting away from their robots with apparent murderous intent, all she gave back to the woman in response was a hand pointed forward, and continued running.

This whole situation was off. Usually she had a briefing, or some semblance of where she was, but this planet was something else, once they got to safety she could hopefully figure something out.
 
Felix the Dancer
Outnumbered but not outgunned

Felix mentally noted that he’d have to adjust the sensor settings as he approached the battle, something resembling twenty battle armors and a Mech appearing on the radar as he approached. And those ships in the sky… Samus was right to call a retreat, here. Even if the group could kill the smaller units, they were outnumbered, and probably outgunned. By the looks of things his fellow survivors were only dealing light damage to what his computers began misidentifying as a Black Knight. The humanoid shape and melee weapons vaguely matched that assessment, but clearly the enemy machines were neither inner sphere relics nor clantech monstrosities.

Felix ran up towards the big one, watching his rangefinder tick down the meters as the robot fired… Antipersonnel missiles? He’d never seen a weapon designed to go off in a ring around the user like that. The green laser, by comparison, was all too familiar: A medium, by the look of it. Non pulsed. His neurohelmet and the view ports saved his eyes from most of the dazzle, and though armor melted and sensors burned, Felix wasn’t deterred. Its laser far outperformed his own, but even a large pulse laser wouldn’t have decapitated him in one go. Urbanmechs were tough little bastards, and they packed one hell of a punch.

He was in range now, of that he was sure, and he started with his own small laser, knowing damn well that if Samus couldn’t scratch it, he didn’t have a chance with that thin red beam. But all he really needed was confirmation that his crosshairs were still lined up properly, and using that laser to sight, he put it right on the other machine’s center torso. Then he pulled the other trigger, and the AC/20 fired. If this thing really was equivalent to a Black Knight, he might be able to take it down. But even if the gun functioned properly, he would probably need to land all four shots to do that, and reinforcements were on the way. Felix could only hope he’d be able to deal with the heavy and give his comrades the space they needed to deal with the smaller units. Then, he’d have to pray they all could outrun their fast-approaching drop ships.
 
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The golem's sword arm let off steam out from the folds of its armor, cooling off the weapon after it fired, then raising its shield up to protect from Felix before the shot he fired hit. Whatever it was made out of, while it left a black scorch mark along the metal, it didn't even leave a dent. As the others retreated, the robotic knights chasing them stopped suddenly in their tracks. There wasn't a place to hide from them in this barren wasteland of ash and dust, they were open targets. With the music playing, it was like someone up above in that ship of theirs was having fun.

'There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down,'


From the bottom of the ship, drop pods were shot out; landing a dozen feet away from where the knights stopped chasing them. When the pod doors blew open, more familiar troop types could be recognized by the group. These used guns.

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'From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by~'


Dozens and dozens of Shock and Knight troops stormed out from the pods, with more dropping down from the ship with each passing minute. They weren't going to take any chances, even as they prepared the artillery guns.

'And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found

Running south on Lake Shore Drive, heading into town

Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound~'


TARGETS ACQUIRED.

They waited until the group was at enough distance from the battalion, with the newly arrived troops taking formation in front of the knights to fire at the group. Their weapons used a type of plasma ammunition, something none of them would have seen before. It could pierce their armor like a knife through butter, and left a nasty wound once it hits skin. Even with a regenerative ability, when the muscle, bone and skin reformed, it wouldn't be the same. The nerves felt wrong, as the weapon destroyed the cellular bonds within the body wherever they got hit. Like it burned them away with intense heat.

They aimed to kill, but if they didn't hit them, they fired to group them all together to make it easier for the guns above to lock on. And when they did,

FIRE.

The guns charged up quickly with plasma rounds, then fired in massive blasts; striking the ground with enough force to cause it to violently shake. The dead earth flew around them in chunks, while the dust clouds make breathing even harder, and neon green flashes of explosive light glowing all around them. Quickly though, the ground began to give way. Cracks formed and the earth crumbled into itself, as a massive chasm began to open up from the artillery. It grew and grew, with no bottom to see when looking down into it.
 
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The night was quiet. Well relatively. In the distance the sounds of ships docking and leaving the harbor. It’s a lovely sight, the half moon illuminating this night. The city sleeps, and has been for a few hours now. But this team, team RWBY find themselves not exactly able to slumber.
One of their members, the beauty named Yang stands atop the roof of the home they were invited into. Her lilac colored eyes stare out towards the shimmering waters of the bay, a small content smile upon her painted lips. One foot rests upon the elevated ledge of the roof, her arms draped lazily over her raised knee. She leans forward a little, her think blond hair swaying gently with the night’s gentle breezes.

The voice she then hears… well her first thought is how long that person had been standing there behind her. Because Blake tends to sort of come and go as she pleases, often without an indication.

“Do… you wanna be left alone?” Blake’s hesitant voice comes forth, the cat like ears atop her head lay flat a bit against her head. A small smirk forms upon Yang’s lips as she glances down, and then she looks over her shoulder. When she makes eye contact with Blake, those cat ears perk up a little. “Nah. Plenty of room here. Come’n look at the bay.” Yang motions towards the water with her head, and then looks back towards it.
The dark haired Blake glances down also for a moment, but then moves up to stand next to Yang. She would lean forward, resting her hands upon the ledge next to Yang’s foot, a smile on her lips as now they together look out towards the harbor. Silence then follows. But not that awkward silence one would expect in such a situation. More of a… comfortable silence. They both have a lot on their mind.

“Ya know” Yang starts in a soft tone, Blake looking towards her out of the corner of her eyes. “When I found out me’n Ruby were in the same Academy, I was real happy.” She looks towards Blake a moment, and then back to the water “Really happy. And all of that happiness was added onto when I met you. Heck, even when I met Weiss. To a smaller degree.” She says with a wide grin, causing Blake and laugh discretely. “I was lookin forward to the tourney. Fighting alongside Ruby and all you guys… it really made me happy. But then…” her right hand then comes up, and she flexes her robotic fingers. “Things kinda went downhill, didn’t it?” Blake’s shoulders rise up as she looks away from Yang with a frown on her lips, her ears pressed down against the top of her head. Yang’s mechanical hand forms a fist, and she speaks once more in a more upbeat tone. “And then… I go through stuff. Ruby does, Weiss does… you do.” said with a glance in Blake’s direction “And somehow.. here we all are again. Heck, we even found JNPR and unca Qrowe along the way. Now we’re headin to Atlas to get this Relic thingy safe, so much bad has happened up till now. All of it leading to this point. We’re gonna save Remnant.” She says with a nod.

“You think another bad is coming, don’t you?” Blake says softly, still watching Yang out of the corner of her eyes. Yang shrugs, her eyes half closed. “I hate ta think that sorta thing. But yeah, I feel like the other shoe’s gonna drop. Just like it always seems to.” She now looks fully to Blake “We’re all back together. Things are going kinda smoothly” “Smoother than usual.” Blake interjects, Yang nodding a little as she grins. “Smoother than usual, yeah. I feel… happy Blake. I feel happy with you. All of you. And then I wonder…” “What’s next?” Blake says softly, looking back out to the water. “Yeah.” Yang says softly, following Blake’s eyes to the harbor.

A few more moments of silence, and then Blake pushes herself to her feet fully. “Whatever’s next, we’re in this together, Yang.” Yang nods a little, and Blake hugs Yang’s arm gently, causing the blond to smile a little more. “Please get some rest. We start for Atlas early. Ruby’s worried for you.” But not just Ruby is worried, of course. Yang is unmoving, just staring out into the shimmering darkness. “Yeah, I’ll be down soon. Gonna find some food to just… just decimate first.” Blake chuckles gently as she now turns and walks back towards the roof entrance. Yang hears the door close, and her smiling demeanor shifts almost immediately to a worried scowl. “What’s next.” She whispers to herself, now pushing herself up off the ledge. She turns and starts to walk back towards the roof entrance, glancing down at the gold colored bracelet she wears on her left arm. She hasn’t been able to really relax since they arrived here in Argus, she hasn’t dared let her guard down. Especially with the Relic a few dozen feet below her feet.

And that’s when it happens.
Lilac colored eyes blink as her steps falter… and she feels lightheaded. “Whooooah” she says softly. Under normal circumstances this would be cool. But now.. not cool. And her first instinct is ensuring the safety of the last person she saw. “B… bla… ake…” Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her perceptions are filled with a shimmering green glow.

A moment passes.
Or is it a week?
A year, perhaps?
Or is it possible this Sunny Little Dragon has been pulled to a time before she ever stepped foot on the roof?
Time is a weird thing. Space is weirder.

She sees black. Then soft green. And then black again. And the sound of wind rushing filling her ears. Her eyes flutter open, and then widen in shock. “WHOAH!” she cries out, though it is hardly heard as she falls. And falls. From the roof to freefall… and she has no idea how or why. Her eyes lock on the ground below her as it gets closer and closer, and she leans into it as she grits her teeth. “Come on!” She says through gritted teeth. Her hands both flex and she shoves them forward. The sound of a gun cocking is heard, and the bracelet upon her left hand now forms a gauntlet, covering her forearm and hand. She draws her hands back as she stares, as she seems to freeze. In her head she counts to 3, and she abruptly shoves her fists forward. With the sound akin to a shotgun, blasts of kinetic energy burst forth to slow her. Again she punches both fists forwards, sending another volley downwards. Now she’s at a safe velocity, which is good for her. Her body twists forward, and she lands in a roll. Her body flashes a bright yellow for a moment, the ground at her impact now roughly destroyed.

Springing to her feet, Yang moves into a defensive stance. Something akin to a boxer’s stance (southpaw), her knees slightly bent. She turns slowly to take in her surroundings. She’s now in some kind of.. desolate… place. Is this Vacuo? “Hello?” she says in a normal tone. Her stance starts to relax as she turns still in a circle, a deep scowl on her lips. “BLAKE!” She calls out. No response. “RUUUUBY!” she calls out, her hands cupped around her lips. 2 fingers then move to her lips and she gives a loud whistle “WEISS! ANYONE!?” her hands fall to her sides as she says in a soft, worried tone. “Anyone?”

She can’t see anything from here. But in the distance… she thinks she sees some kind of activity. A lot of little things moving around. People? She squints to try and get a better looksee… but nada. “Darn it.” Nothing left to do but head there… see what she can find.

And kick someone’s ass for this.