Obelisk War
Rain and wind rocked against the B-24 Condor heavy cargo transport airship. Resting safely inside of her were over one hundred soldiers in AMP Armour, four Anvil War mechs, and over a million crates of ammunition and medical supplies.
"This is Condor 1 all air ships sound off!" the pilot spoke over the radio.
"Condor 2 standing by."
"Condor 3 standing by."
The radios buzzed as all of the one million Condor transports signed in.
"This is our one chance at at ending this war!" A loud voice boomed over the radio. " With the Russian and Chinese ground forces pounding from the east, the enemy has drawn most of their forces to cover the eastern front."
"Poor bastards..." a veteran soldier sighed. "They don't know what they're in for."
The world had changed since she was a child. It all started in 2020 when these giant red Obelisks began to burst out of the ground.
From within them, thousands of enemy hostiles began to attack everything in sight.
One popped up in Alaska, in Africa, and Germany. The enemy forces were too strong for the armies of the world and quickly began to spread their attacks further.
By 2032, the US armed forces were forced to launch a hydrogen bomb on their own state. The blast destroyed the Obelisk, but at the cost of millions of innocent lives. By 2035, most of Europe had fallen, with France and Germany being the last to collapse.
During this time, the last of the United Nations pooled all of their resources into developing new weapons and technologies to combat this powerful threat.
In 2040, the combined forces of the world managed to capture and hold the African Obelisk.
With the Obelisk in human possession, more technological advances were made. Slowly, mankind started to regain their lost territories, but at staggering costs of life. But with each victory, mankind's collective heart began to beat stronger.
If there was one thing that humanity did better than anything in history, it was war.
"Thirty minutes till we reach the Berlin Obelisk!" the pilot announced over the radio.
All of the soldiers began to load their M-20 "War Maker" assault rifles. Some soldiers began to chant the names of those they had lost, other prayed to their higher powers for protection, other remained silent, waiting for the storm to hit.
"Twenty minutes!"
Suddenly, a loud boom rocked the plane.
"This is Condor 2, were are taking heavy laser fire from the ground!"
"This is Condor 15, I got smoke coming from my number six engine! I'm trying to stabilize her but she wont-"
A loud explosion of fire and smoke erupted as Condor 15 fell from the sky in sheets of flames.
"Holy shit! Wind Piercers! High, 12 o'clock!"
Thousands of jagged arrow head shaped objects began to rain diamond hard spears down onto the fleet of Condors.
Moving at impossible speeds, the Wind Piercers began to pick off the Condors one by one.
With sound of the sound barrier breaking, hundreds of American F-22A King Raptors and A-20 War Pigs began to attack the Wind Piercers in a barrage of missiles and bullets.
"This is Eagle 1, leave those Piercers to us!"
Each of the Condors had a total of sixteen guns mounted on them. They had a nose mounted dual 100mm auto cannon. Ten 50cal chain guns along the massive wings. Four 20mm cannons along is belly, and a 88mm on a ball turret on the back.
"Condors, you are weapons free, I repeat, you are weapons free. Watch out for friendlies. Over."
Like flashes of lightning, all of the Condors unleashed their weapons. The blackened sky lit up with the flashes and pounding of combat.
Pink laser fire from the ground struck down several Condors out of the sky, their cargo of men and supplies falling in flames.
King Raptors dueled against the arcane looking Wind Piercers as missiles and spears thickened the air.
"Ten minutes to drop zone!" the pilot yelled over the radio.
Several A-20 War Pigs broke from their formation and began to fire their anti-armor missiles on the laser cannons that were tearing apart the troop transports.
They strafed the ground with their nose mounted high energy plasma lancers, clearing a path for the infantry. With a loud groan of machinery, the drop hatch of the Condors all opened. A green light and an siren blared signaling that it was time to make the drop.
"Touch down in three, two, one!"
With a loud thud, the Condor landed on the battle scarred ground.
The four Anvil war walkers all charged out of the hatch with their automatic shot-cannons roaring.
With a collective war cry, the infantry ran out and charged into the mile long no man's land that sat between them, and the Obelisk.
Almost immediately, several black armored warriors burst out of the ground. The warriors all wielded glowing blue swords and bows.
"Open fire!"
The human infantry fired their assault rifles at the rapidly approaching warriors.
Each rifle fired super heated slugs that could punch holes through the warrior's armor, but for each warrior they slew, five humans were killed.
The glowing weapons of the warriors could slice or pierce through reenforced steel like a hot knife through butter.
The Anvil mechs all slowly forced their way into the fray, picking up the armored warriors and smashing them, tossing them, or simply blowing them apart with their cannons. But the mechs were slow and bulky, and being completely unmanned, their artificial intelligence at times would be unable to keep up with their targets.
They often would be destroyed by being overwhelmed by the black armored warrior's speed.
The veteran soldier from Condor 1 fired two well placed shots and took out a charging warrior's legs.
She pressed her boot down on it's chest and fired a burst into it's chest. Blue crystal like fragments shattered and the armored warrior fell lifeless.
"Aim for their chests!" she yelled into her communicator. "That's their soft spot!"
With this new information, the human infantry began to focus their fire on the enemy's chests. One by one, the black armored warriors began to fall.
But even as the human forces advanced slowly towards their target, the battle never swayed in either side's favor.
For each few feet the humans gained, they lost hundreds of their own. Above the battle field, more and more planes began to fall from the sky in flames.
With each Condor that fell, another hundred soldiers perished.
"This is Condor 28! I can't hold her anymore! We are going down! I repeat, we are going down!"
Out of the blackened sky fell the wounded Condor, it's engines burning. In one last act of defiance, the pilot steered the plane towards the Obelisk.
With a deafening boom and staggering blast, the Condor slammed head first into the base of the Obelisk.
Through the falling wreckage and thick black smoke plume, a giant hole in the Obelisk could be seen. The veteran soldier marked the opening with a laser designator built onto her rifle.
"To all ground and air units, an opening into the Obelisk has been sighted!" she yelled over her communicator. "Opening should be marked on your head up displays now!"
"This is Anvil squad 23, unit 3!" a computer generated voice garbled roughly. "We are advancing towards the opening, but have lost much of our human support."
"Sit tight, Anvil 23!" the veteran soldier ordered. " My squad is headed towards your position!"
The veteran and six of her best men all ran through the line of trenches that scarred the land around the Obelisk.
The land was littered with the rusting husks of earlier invasion attempts, and the skeletons of those the enemy captured were impaled on long pikes.
So many lives had been lost since the Obelisks rose from the depths of the earth, now humanity had one final chance at avenging the fallen and ending the war.
This is no war, the veteran thought bitterly. This is the apocalypse.
As the veteran and her squad of men reached the Anvil mechs, a loud concentration of explosions echoed across the sky.
As what looked like a massive fist attached to a spike chain swept across the sky, hundreds of Condors were smashed into countless burning pieces.
"Its the big one, the one that leveled Paris!"
Looming onto the battle field was what looked like a twenty foot tall purple ogre. It's gnarled teeth were shaped into a cruel smile.
The ogre began to laugh and swing it's massive flail. Anything that was caught within the flails' reach was obliterated. The ground quaked and buckled like an earth quake each time the flail hit the ground.
"This is Vulture 10, Beta squad, engage the enemy ground hostile. Over."
From the blackened sky swooped ten A-20 War Pigs. With green flashes of light, the A-20s fired their high energy plasma lancers at the ogre.
The ogre roared angrily as the A-20s blurred past it.
"This is Vulture 10, tango is still active. Making another pass. Over."
Their engines screaming, the squad of A-20s tore back around.
"Missiles are locked and lancer is hot, light that thing up!"
The ogre roared in pain as the A-20's missiles struck against it's massive body. Plasma tore into it's skin as the A-20s screamed past it again.
With an angered growl, the ogre spun its flail and hurtled the spiked ball at the A-20s.
"Break formation, I repeat, break formation!"
Before they could respond, the flail smashed through six of the ten A-20s.
"We are six birds down! Requesting assistance!"
The ogre laughed at the destruction it was causing. As it spun it's flail again, several explosions struck it repeatedly.
"This is Condor 18, I got it in my sights."
Like a beast of old, the nose mounted dual 100mm auto cannons of the Condor came to life. As the two cannons forced their might upon the ogre, a wounded Wind Piercer slammed into the side of the Condor, slicing it in half.
"This is Condor 18, I'm going down, I repeat, I'm going down!"
Even as its body burned and bellowed black smoke, the Condor kept it's guns hammering down onto the ogre.
"I'm taking you with me!" the pilot yelled as his plane hurtled towards the ogre.
With a bright flash of purple light and orange flames, the Condor slammed into the ogre.
It's fuel and ammunition erupted into a massive fireball that completely engulfed the ogre.
The veteran and her squad were all thrown on their backs by the force of the blast. The surviving A-20s of Beta squad flew over the massive plume of smoke.
Their sensors showed no signs of life from within the blast area.
"Tango is down, I repeat, Tango is down."
"About time we iced that bitch," the veteran soldier hissed bitterly.
She then walked over to the bulky Anvil mechs of squad 23. They were badly damaged, but they still wanted to fight.
"Orders, human?" one of the Anvils asked.
In their current state, the Anvil mechs would not last much longer. Which was a shame, as their firepower and brute force was still needed.
With a heavy sigh, the veteran patted her hand against one of the mechs' legs. She had no other options.
"Anvils, initiate genocide mode!"
The Anvil's eyes all flickered an ominous red color. The three barrels of their auto shot-cannons began to spin incredibly fast and a gout of black smog burst from the exhaust pipes on it's back.
"Affirmative, genocide mode initiated!"