The Infernal War

Kane

Kane was sitting ready to go forward with the plan. The Scot was talking about getting it done sooner than planned, then going to rescue the civilians. "Yes, God willing." He said a small smile forming. He didnt know why but he started to think that this team might be better than he thought. They did have a point, if they had more msn power the demon numbers wouldnt be as overwhelming. He decided hed drop his act and let these teammates in, just like at his last department.

The Viceroy spoke up saying how grabbing a demon would be benificial to them. It would give them an idea of their plans, their route and possible weaknesses. Kane stood up. "Ill get you one." He looked at the Viceroy then at the Scot, the cyborg long gone by now. "Ill secure you a demon. It seems as though they are ill suited to my lightning and cleansing light. Ill just need to remember not to kill them all." He looked at the Viceroy awaiting his response.
 
Malcolm tipped his head and looked at Edwin, "Weel...I am ...fast." He said with a slight shrug, "Have ye a weapon that canna trap one? Iffn ye do, I canna get one." he wasn't exactly sure he liked the way the other man was suggesting they study the demons, but such things were part of war he supposed. hopefully the demons didn't get such an idea about capturing them for the same purpose.

He waited to hear the reply before giving the matter any more serious thought. He was good at killing the demons, because of his speed, keeping one alive? That was a whole other issue, and not just alive, but transportable. "Have we any sech thing as a containment unit?" he asked, "Seems a demon would have an shadow form, aye? Not fleshly? They seem to be able to come an go from places..." he'd noticed when they were taking a loss masses of them would just vanish. He had surmised that they had an incorporeal form, or they had teleportation technology that they were exploiting. but his shadow theory seemed more likely. They had magic users among them, surely someone could create such a thing. He'd sent such a request weeks ago, maybe someone had been working on just such a thing.
 
Edwin scratches his chin and ponders on what Malcolm and Kane had just said. He slowly starts to smile and clasps his hands together in excitement.

"Here's what we can do. If Kane can immobilize the demon, cut off its legs or arms or something, then we should be able to get it back to HQ without too much of an issue. I'll bring some blessed iron chains and some holy water. From what we've seen so far, demons are hindered at least slightly by these. And I'll have a local priest sanctify some ground while we're gone. We'll get a tub full of holy water, wrap the beast in iron chains, and keep it on the sanctified ground. That, coupled with constant guard and surveillance should be enough to keep the beast under our control long enough to study it. That should also keep them from going into that shadow mode I've heard about. You're right on that, they've been seen disappearing and reappearing as far as three hundred feet away from their previous location. We'll have to be careful. But if we play our cards right, we should be good to go. Do either of you want any holy water or anything? Malcolm, I could have your sword bathed in salt and holy water. Haven't tried it yet, but in theory it should do some damage to the beasts. Kane, if you're going to capture a demon, you'll need iron chains to subdue it quickly once you've immobilized it. I'll have some given to you."
 
Kane

Kane didnt know his comrades strengths or weaknesses so he truely didnt know who'd be better suited for this task. He thought back to the demons first appearance, it was strange but he instinctively knew hiw to fight them. He knew of their weaknesses, their strengths and knew of their classes. It was as if he fought these monsters before, he grabbed at his head as his head started pounding. This always happened when he tried to force memories to resurface.

He looked up just as the Viceroy made his decision. Kane was debilitate a demon and wrap it in blessed chains. Seems anything blessed by a holy man was crippling to the demons. Kane stood up, "yes, ill take on this task." He placed a hand on the scots shoulder. "Ill take on this task, and leave the honor of slaying the most demons to you." He looked at the Viceroy at the mention of chains. "Yes, please do. Ill be able to hold them with my lightning but anything further i may risk killing it."
 
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Malcolm nodded, "Verra well then tis decided." He rather enjoyed killing the foul beings. He wasn't one who normally enjoyed such things, but in his eyes these beings had no redeeming qualities and were just mindless killing machines. they garnered no thoughts of pity from him because of it. "Rest assured me friend...many of them will taste the steel of me blade.."

His hand gripped the hilt of his sword as he spoke, but only briefly. "We should be loadin' up tha men and making straight fer tha Swiss." he suggested as he looked over at the men waiting for orders. "Do ye prefer ta be up on the ridge or down in tha vale with tha demon spaw?" he asked with a wave of his hand to accentuate the words. He didn't care either way, his speed was such that he could be in the midst of the demons in seconds and back out again. Possibly it didn't matter where he was, but it may matter where Kane was to the success of his task.

He glanced over to where the third member of their Triumvirate had disappeared, "Hopefully Faust be finished and armed to go...." He wasn't usually given to long periods of idleness and once he had orders he wanted to get going and see them accomplished and in the works. His weight shifted from side to side, a telltale sign of his growing impatience and readiness to leave.
 
"Thank you officer" Faust said, as he grabbed the hellblade. "Hmmm...." without warning Faust, threw the blade towards his combat suit which was easily able to catch the blade mid-flight. " I have a few ideas..." the cyborg said as he walked towards his suit and used his holographic projector to show the engineers nearby what modifications he had in mind.

The floor of the meeting room begin to tremor as a giant cloaked figure walked into the doorway of the room. Its size required it to lower its head in order to pass through the doorway. "My apologies for the wait, gentlemen." said the 8ft 4inch figure. Despite having a robotic voice, it sounded eerily more human with its German accent. "I had to make some modifications..." the figure extended its right arm from its cloaked body. Parts of the metal arm's outer casing expanded allowing a pair of ember blades to extend from its wrists and elbow. "Anything else you want to tell me before we go?"
 
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Two hours later...

Your ship arrives at the Swiss Alps. You can hear the demons even before you see them. Their cackling and screaming echoes throughout the mountains, and the cries of pain from dying men joins in to make a horrific choir of pain and anguish. Thanks to advanced cloaking technology, you cannot be seen quite yet, but as you get closer, the demons will quickly realize that the giant cloud floating overhead is not just a cloud. You have only minutes to decide where to drop your troops and what to do first.

You see the pass down below. As expected, there are multiple ridges and cliffs where men could be stationed. In the pass itself, you spot several Swiss tanks, artillery guns, and hundreds of soldiers in heavy coats armed with laser rifles. About a mile from this last point of resistance, you see the demons slaughtering a group of fleeing soldiers. You spot perhaps a thousand demons armed with their blades coming up the pass, and you expect that there are many more behind them. This is more of a vanguard, a probing force. A very deadly probing force.

"Triumvirate! What are your orders?" asks Edwin, "We don't have much time, scanners indicate a much larger force of demons approaching. We'll be slaughtered if we don't stop this vanguard right now. Do we proceed with the plan?"
 
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Malcolm hissed when he heard the screams, "Gimma what ye can spare an' drop us where the battle is tha thickest....away from tha las' stand." He didn't really care how many came with him, they'd be finishing off his leftovers anyway. One thing he knew from experience was that he was much faster than these demons. He actually enjoyed the confusion he could create while they tried to figure out where the attacks they were feeling were coming from and who was inflicting them. he had a rather odd, warped kind of sense of humor.

He began checking his gear making sure all of his weapons were in place, and that his armor was tightly secured while the others made their decisions. For his part, he was ready to enter the fray and get this over with as quickly as possible. This was a good place to send a message, and they needed it to be a clear one.

He flashed Edwin a sideways grin as his hand gripped the hilt of his sword, "I love the smell of demon blood in the morning." A sideways quote from an old movie that he still loved to watch. Such was his personal take on all things humorous, mix the laughter with the darkness and you could usually cope a lot better.
 
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"Get our fliers to plant the explosive charges on the mountainside, everyone else will be with me. We will slow their advance to by time for the soldiers to escape." And with that, the titan-like figure leaped out off one of the open doors of the airship and activated its thrusters. He was accompanied by 8 airborne mec troopers. 6 of them broke out the flight formation while the other two continued to accompany their leader. "You two, provide the troops on the ground some cover fire. I will handle the ground diversion." Faust activated his afterburners and broke off from the last two mec troopers, advancing towards the demonic horde at supersonic speeds. A sonic boom could be heard by both the demons and the retreating human forces.

The black mec trooper arrived at the battlefield with a dynamic entry by sinking the claws of his feet into one unlucky demon and dragging it across the battlefield to slow his entry. Once he came to a stop, he launched a missile upwards from a newly added missile pod. Shortly after this, the missile exploded causing the area of to be showered with blessed holy water. Although, this would not outright kill the demons it would certainly hamper their ability to fight, preventing them turning into their shadow forms and divert their attention from the retreating forces to Faust. "HAHAHAHAHHHAH is this all you have to offer?! PATHETIC!!! AHAHAAAHA" He shouted as he crushed the skull of the demon underneath his feet. His laugh was loud enough for almost all the demons to hear.
 
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Agents begin jumping from the ship, employing jetpacks, parachutes, anti-gravity devices, anything to help slow their descent. The ship itself begins laying down covering fire with its cannons, blasting holes in the ranks of the demonic horde, which begins to shrink back in confusion. Down below, you can hear the cheers of triumph and relief from the Swiss forces as they slowly begin to push forward, gathering their wounded and gunning down the leading demons.

Edwin grabs Malcolm by the shoulder. "I've got ten men with me that'll join you! Go ahead and jump and we'll follow! Let's kill some demons!"

Meanwhile, MEC troopers begin planting the explosives and providing covering fire. Agents begin landing on the ground and seeking cover behind rocks and trees. The demons are forced to fall back and regroup for a moment, leaving several dozen of their own dead on the ground. Your violent arrival has dramatically turned the tides of the battle. You must keep up your momentum, however, lest you be overwhelmed.
 
Alpha Deployment
It had been quietly that One had slipped into the back of the ship as it prepared to make the departure. He had arrived late and quickly been filled in on the details of the mission, projected through his helmet in a quick analysis of the mission. He took the trip time to look over his weapons. Demon blade rounds loaded into his paired .50 AE handguns, more then enough to drop smaller demons and hurt the bigger ones. A demonblade knives on his right and left shoulder. He did not carry much else aside from ammunition for his pistols. He didn't need to. Speed was his ally, and he would use it to full effect. Thankfully his armor had been updated already to deal with energy based weapons, so he had nothing to fear from lasers.

With some difficulty he strapped a quick release wingsuit with attached jetpack over his shoulders. It was most definitely a modification he would have to ask the ALPHA project to add to the armor. The invaluable ability to perform HALO jumps without need to add such things would be useful in the future. When one after the other, agents jumped out of the ship, One followed suit, jumping out and spreading his arms wide, letting his wingsuit catch the air. Sensors kicked in as it detected his jump, him of his projected trajectory which would, at his current rate, land smack dab in the middle of the vanguard of demons that were currently engaged by the other agents that had been dropped. There was no sonic boom as he fell, only the whirring and whistling of wind that flew all around him as he dropped towards the landing zone. Right before he hit the ground, he angled his body upwards and activated the jetpack, slowing his descent with a healthy amount of drag. As soon as he was at a safe velocity, he activated the quick release on the wingsuit, the air ripping it from his limbs and leaving it behind as he landed, feet first, onto a demon, smashing in the skull of the unholy creature. He tucked into a roll as the sudden resistance on his legs propelled his upper body forward, drawing his pair of pistols as he did so, and coming to a stop at a kneeling position, before standing up and beginning to shoot. His guns barked as .50 AE shredded the demons, precise shots to what his HUD decided were vital points. Once both guns went dry he reloaded them, a precise job that he had practiced and performed over and over again.

He dodged to the left as his proximity detectors sensed a demon blade come at him from behind. The blade whistled past his head and he jumped off the ground, becoming airborne and flipping over the enemy behind him, placing two rounds neatly in it's back as he landed behind. As the vanguard closed in around him, he turned to his knives, drawing them from the sheathes on his shoulder and, rather then standing still this time, moving like death through the horde, ducking and dodging. His armor protected him from the small nicks and grazes that otherwise might have penetrated, leaving only scratches and blemishes on the magnesium alloy plating. He just had to delay while the plan was executed, cause confusion in their ranks while they sealed off the pass. Keep the pressure on and keep the demons running.
 
Malcolm looked at Edwin when he felt the pressure of the man's hand on his shoulder. "Ten will be enough..." he turned then and watched for his spot and then jumped from the transport. The ten men followed and they then charged into the fray with the glint of Malcolm's sword flashing with incredible speed. He was a blur of motion that the clang of the sword and the flash in the sunlight signaled more than his actual form. He cut a wide berth through the demon horde and the ten followed behind to clean up and stragglers that remained.

The faster he moved the more energy he seemed to have and the wider and longer the strokes with his sword became. If someone were trying to watch him, they would have had a difficult time of it. The sounds of the battle and his Scottish war cry were the only things the demons would be aware of before they would be cut down, dismembered, beheaded or run through. There was a need to be quick about this so he wasn't attempting finesse but just death and destruction. He was effective in that regard as piles of demon bodies began to grow in their wake.

There was an odd kind of grin on his face as he watched the shock of his attacks on their faces. He was anxious to give the Swiss much needed hope and help, and to get away from here and help the civilian population elsewhere. He kept on with his personal killing spree counting off clicks in his mind as to the timing of the explosions and the entrapment of his victims. He liked to think of them in such a manner, since they had no regard for life. It would be good for them to understand fear and death...but mostly fear.

He kept a tight pattern to his movements making sure to circle back to ensure the safety of the ten who were with him, taking out any demons that somehow managed to get by him. They'd feel a gust of wind as he passed and groans of the fallen, and he'd be back to the front of the horde once more. He was enjoying this far more than was appropriate actually, but what other circumstance would allow him to return to his barbarian upbringing from so many centuries ago without a mountain of paperwork explaining his actions? He was free to be what he was and he would enjoy it for as long as possible, and then he would rein it all in and place himself under that shell of control once more.