Mantle Across A Starry League
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Summary: Megaverse. A grand vision, on how Mass Effect, and others will be affected by a humanity forged from the influences of 1980's-2000's Sci-Fi and such. Prepare for BattleMech's, Powered Armour's, Fusion, Energy Weapons, Psychics, Magics, and more. How will the Citadel and others deal with a humanity that has seen and has Cyborgs, Super-Soldiers, BattleMech's, WarShips, with more to come?
Chapter 9-BattleTech Wars:Part 2-Valasha II
"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any fried, oppose any fore to assure the survival and the success of liberty."-John F. Kennedy
-Castlevania II: Simon's Quest / NES – Bloody Tears START-
9thFebruary
Draconis Combine
Planet Valasha
Xytan Jar Wattinree gazed at the readouts in his command centre, seated comfortably on his throne, ever-observant on the movements being made by both sides. Resting his helmeted jaws upon a fist, the Arbiter was aware of all that transpired, keeping a keen eye on the developing situation. Gesturing to a subordinate, he sent them to perform an assigned task, and then sat back upon the majestic station, turning to his artificial helper.
"What do you think of their reactions and statements Recorder? Is there merit to there bark, or are they all Yan'me droppings?" The imposing Sangheili queried his companion. The artificial construct bobbed, emitting a few lights, before answering.
"They may believe themselves capable of winning. If their commander, this 'Kurita', is worth anything he will provide significant opposition with his ships and probably try several naval strategies upon our fleet." It replied with certainty. Xytan nodded.
"Yes. That ones eyes held a kind will I have rarely come across. He will provide an interesting challenge, one can only hope. The human was certainly brave to call me honour-less, given I can easily make my assault here far harsher, and sweep aside his ships in an instant." The Arbiter said dryly, contemplating the message he had received.
"He couldn't have known YOU were on the ship Arbiter. The humans have no clue as to whether your kind exists yet, as they are not addressed upon the BattleNet, so I can only say that the human holds honour as a concept close to its heart." The artificial lifeform assessed.
"Why do you say that?" Asked the Sangheili curiously.
"He mentioned it no less than three times, it seemed to be the central focus of the message, and he attacked your idea of the concept immediately when you mentioned it." The Recorder stated with surety.
Xytan turned and looked into the distance of space on the screens.
"It takes a considerable amount of my mind to discount the humans as anything but filthy creatures. However, your argument makes sense, excepting one thing." The Arbiter said, before turning back to his companion.
"The expression on his face slipped, once or twice, into completely different emotion... Ones which I have come to associate with smugness, and anticipation. Having studied many species and opponents, from many perspectives, alongside many interrogations... I know when someone is straining to mask their true feelings." Xytan stated, and Recorder bobbed, before looking at the screens himself and replaying the message a few times.
"You are right. It happens only twice, for scant seconds, before his face tightens back into anger and rage. Hm. What is he trying to hide?" The AI speculated, as it accepted the Arbiters wisdom.
"They were hiding... This." Xytan said slowly as he brought up a Forerunner Temple, displaying it from purple crystalline armrest, the motes of light forming quickly into a sizable shape. Covenant troops were shown in various place, giving a good sense of scale to both of them, as they looked upon the ancient place of their Gods.
"You received an update on the situation that I was unaware of. That hardly makes my assessment complete." Xytan gazed at his AI with a feral grin.
"I enjoy winning, even in conversations." Recorder blinked red and blue rapidly, before bobbing.
"I see. I will have to make more of a challenge for you in the future." The AI said with a hint of challenge in it's voice. Xytan's grin got wider.
"I am hoping so. You may have ideas I do not, but I am very good at using what I know and see. Besides, I enjoy our conversations when I know you have more brainpower than I ever could, as it is a challenge to outsmart you." The Recorder blinked blue, several dozen times in the next few seconds, before bobbing lightly.
"Hm. I think I do enjoy these conversations as well. I believe I am getting more adept, at keeping apace with your manner and strategy, which are more advanced patterns than I originally thought. I understand your reasoning for needing me. What will be our first move?" The construct asked of him, as it turned to stare at the Temple's projection, fixing an ocular upon it.
"You will see." Xytan turned to one of the Majors in charge, motioned a claw for him to complete an action, whereupon the Sangheili turned and started talking into his set and inputting several commands into his console.
With a sense of weightlessness, the Covenant's fleet jumped into Slipspace, and emerged within a few seconds from the vibrant blue realm.
"Ah. You are going to attempt to make a beachhead that can strike at both the Temple, and their cities, with it's vast landing areas." The AI observed, as it saw the segment of land where the Arbiter wanted to land, fairly close to the equator.
"Just so. Begin landing procedures, and order the soldiers to embark immediately, I want them off this ship 5 minutes ago." The Arbiter ordered gruffly, as he observed the view-screens, paying little attention to his commanders. They in turn began sending orders throughout the ship and fleet, even as the Covenant began to enter the atmosphere of Valasha.
The atmosphere buffeted the ships as they came down upon the hapless planet, friction flaring their shields as oxygen and other elements lit up when the Covenant plowed through. Their hulls warmed slightly, as the shields struggled to shed the significant heat energy pressing against their fore deck portions.
However, it was over momentarily, as the ships burst through the lower atmosphere and began to land quickly. Crushing whatever brush their was, the Covenant found themselves in a marshy area, where there was not a lot of visible land. No one grumbled or complained, as the entire expedition and force would be mechanized, and able of standing above any depth the swamp held hidden in it's depths. Gravity wells lit up, and the Covenant legions began to descend to the surface of Valasha, intent upon gaining access to the Forerunner Temple while annihilating the Human army and people that were present.
Wraiths, Locusts, Ghosts, Spectres, and the occasional Scarab, poured forth in a continuous stream, starting to spread out and moving as fast as possible to deploy. Half of the air contingent they carried began to scramble and exit their hangars, all of the transport-craft going with them, bringing as many soldiers as they could with them.
The ranks were quiet aboard the Phantoms, and Spirits, as the assembled Kig'Yar and Unggoy prepared for their missions. The black armour they all wore, indicated they held the highest combat ranks their races could attain, those of the Special Operations. Knowing the Arbiter was counting on them, they would take their enemies apart with plasma, fuel-rod, and needler fire.
Finally, the grav-wells ceased operations, and the fleet began to immediately climb through the atmosphere. The ships made for outer space, and their sub-light drives strained hard, as they pushed the limit on accelerating out of the planets hold. The glow of their engines bright among the clouds and atmosphere of a sunset, they reflected off the various chemical concentrations inhabiting the air, and produced a blue, distorted, and mesmerizing optical effect.
Making it out of the gravity, they once more grouped up before beginning to slowly glow. Once more, a portal to the realm known as Slipspace opened, and they advanced through. Disappearing one-by-one, the portal collapsed behind them, before a similar one appeared just outside the human fleets confused presence.
"Excellently done Arbiter. They probably can't believe in what we just performed with Slipspace, right before them." The Recorder droned, as the Arbiter nodded.
"Oh yes. It was something that took considerable effort, but since we understand Slipspace to the extent we do, we did not need to make our drives go further but simply be able to handle more transits in a short amount of time." The Recorder blinked with several lights, and turned once more to the screen.
"I take it, that you do not wish for my help in the coming battle, and want to conduct it yourself?" It asked.
"Yes. I do wish for you to stay at my side however, in case something happens, and I need to call upon your capacities." The AI brightened it's ocular at the statement, before settling into an alcove upon it's masters throne.
The Covenant fleet began to move forward to engage the humans, launching torpedo-spreads and Seraph fighters, getting Energy-Projectors ready to fire.
~Perspective shift~
The humans had moved in disarray in the last few minutes, as they had witnessed the Covenant slipspace to the planets opposite side, and had all turned and began to burn their fusion-drives towards the equatorial side of Valasha. As the Covenant had landed troops, the humans pushed hard for the planet. Once they got within range, the Human Fleet launched their fighter screen, thinking that they had the aliens now.
So, it was of immense surprise to them, when the Covvies entered Slipspace again. Exiting at the extreme rear of their engagement capabilities, the humans were wide-eyed as the Covenant began to fire immediately and charge their weapons.
"How did they do that?" Ryu questioned his AI companion. Ansui looked surprised as well, opening a digital scroll, and watching thousands of signals play upon it.
"I am not 100% sure Kurita-sama. I would probably say that just like their larger ships, they have expanded the capability of their Slipspace, given the obvious actions we have witnessed." Ansui pulled up footage from cloaked satellites that showed the Covenant exiting Slipspace on the planets opposite side, and begin accelerating immediately. Once that happened, the AI switched to the rear cameras, and showed the dishonourable rabble charge their weapons right away when they emerged from the brilliant blue of the upper-dimensions.
"See honoured-one, they didn't lose any power at all when they jumped, and demonstrated they were capable of arming weapons as soon as they exit Slipspace. Something we did not think they could do, as we have only begun theorizing that as well." Ryu nodded, as Ansui showed him the close-ups of various tagged portions of the pictures.
"Get our ships in formation as best as you can, recall half the Aerospace force, and alert the forces on the ground that don't know yet." Ryu stated in rapid-fashion, trying to cover his bases, and getting his mind to think on how he was going to beat the Covenant.
57 Human ships against 38 Covenant.
They had brought a larger contingent of Battleships instead in the 8-8-8 formation while bringing a large number of Battlecruisers to back up the Destroyers his time around, having brought far more Hanzo's then before, as they were infinitely useful against the enemy. 8 3.3km Yamato's, 8 3.3km Musashi's, 8 1.8km Yamamoto's, 9 1.9km Hideyoshi's, and 22 750m Hanzo's. Ryu glanced at the enemy formation. They were using 1 30km CSO Supercarrier, 4 BB Battleships, 13 5km CCS Battlecruisers, and 20 3.5km CPV Destroyers.
Ryu certainly hoped he could combat their number of ships with his more balanced capital group.
The ships completed their evasive turn, and started to acquire firing solutions as torpedoes came into range, and they sent orders to the fighters to begin runs upon ships. Their fleet began to come alight, NL55's and others flashing across the void, NPPC's charging and emitting their proton/ion death as the Covenants began to shimmer from hits.
The torpedoes took damage from the capital-class laser fire, stripping material away from their rounds as they carved a path to the human fleet, maintaining the tight-electric field that kept them cohesive. Arcing and weaving they looked like some artists conception of a cosmic energy-shark(of a sort) in space, chasing and hunting after their enemy.
Fighters began making it to the field of battle, as destroyers and battlecruisers took up their places, screaming past their larger brethren.
The human Yamamoto's began to belch slugs at 0.004% lightspeed, sending their 300-tonne superdense slugs at the enemy, while targeting the torpedoes with their energy weapons-systems. Each scored direct hits, and slammed into their opponents with massive force, forcing their shields to flare blueish-silver as they directed significant amounts of power to the straining emitters.
CPV's, BB's, and CCS's all began firing their plasma-beams, striking out at the enemy, and the battle was joined.
-Castlevania II: Simon's Quest / NES – Bloody Tears END-
~Perspective shift~
-Mega Man III – Spark Man Theme (remix) START-
"-binson, are you there? Robinson, are you receiving this transmission?" The Agent took a second and paused, looking from the examination of an ancient console to his wrist, before tapping his helmet lightly.
"I can hear you, just a little choppy reception this far down, what is it Captain?" Hearing Cutters voice in the transmission clued him into who was radioing him, now he needed to hear the why.
"There's an entire Covenant army headed your way Agent, get your Arashikage friend and get out of there!" The Agent looked up, and glanced over at the Ninja present, and jerked his head.
Lightleg walked over, having heard him talking, and he wanted an update himself.
"Why hasn't the ground forces we dropped on Valash engaged yet?" He asked as they shut down the systems and began to exit the room.
"They landed their whole fleet, and deployed two army concentrations to face us, one for the Temple and one for the Cities." Robinson looked at the Ninja, and he nodded.
"Very well sir, we'll do our best to make it out of here. Godspeed." The Captain nodded, and winked out of existence, his hologram dissipating into motes of blue light.
"You realize they are going to be in such groups, that even I am unsure as to our capacity to survive here."
"OO3 is right. I am reading at least 10,000 incoming vehicles, and they will be here within the hour." The Agents AI OO7 popped up, and added his opinion and information to the mix. The Ninja nodded.
"It is clear that we mustn't get caught down here, or we will be swamped in their numbers. If we can get up the stairs, we will stand a chance." The Arashikage assessed, as he pointed to the light dimly visible up the staircase.
"Race you." Spoke the Agent, before sprinting for the shafts steps.
The Ninja smirked underneath his mask, before leaping onto the balcony outside, and leaping from wall to wall up the ascending way.
For nearly half an hour they remained like this, pushing their endurance, as they strained to get out of the complex in time. It was only then that they began to run into the enemy.
Plasma began to spray their positions from the higher gallery, indicating that the gatecrashers were present and accounted for. Keeping up their pace and position, the two began to draw weapons, and prepared to rush the enemy.
Charging throughout the stairs, James turned a corner on a landing, and beheld the packed hallway. Bringing his Walther GG7(Gauss Gun-7) up into a tight and close line-of sight grip, he began to unleash high-velocity slugs at the opposition. Supersonic, super-dense slugs flew through the air, blasting apart Unggoy armour in sizable pieces and spraying their orangeish ichor-like blood upon the areas stone surfaces.
The enemy returned fire as they spotted him, and took casualties. Flurries of plasma accelerated from the barrels of the Covenant's weapons, super-heated gases compressed to plasma, pocking the walls of his surroundings with poorly aimed fire. James continued to fire, seeking out the ones who were quickest on the trigger, gauss pistol hammering rounds into the squat aliens. Even they rushed towards him, the Agent was sprinting to their position without stopping.
Firing and taking a Kig'Yars shield-hand off, Agent Robinson snapped a kick out, breaking the neck of an unfortunate Unggoy target. Grabbing the skull of one as he continued to run up the hall, he threw it bodily into the group, shooting the methane tanks it possessed while the bugger was airborne. With a bang, and a spray of clouding methane, the alien became a thrashing projectile amongst his kin.
Clocking a beak-face across it's... Well, beak, the OO charged for the next round in the stairs, and dropped a plasma grenade he had purloined during the Unggoy's flight-time. A flash of plasma washed around the stairs, even as he heard the screams of the dieing, at the sound of the plasma devices activation.
Lightleg leapt from stone to stone, keeping steady and maintaining balance by paying close attention to the bumps and crevices. Throwing a dagger, he tagger Covenant that were visible, before throwing a handful of mono-molecular shuriken at them as he leapt to the next position.
They flew through the air with a whistle, deadly alloyed blades spinning like high-speed grinder wheels. Reaching their targets, they cut into them with little effort, their mono-molecular blades slicing through armour and organic tissue like it was nothing. Making a clean entry and exit, they disconnected the spinal cords of the aliens they were connected to, destroying a significant amount of brain matter as they travelled up at an angle and out of the foreheads of their targets.
James ran past the short aliens as they fell over dead, having just begun to raise weapons at his person. Stomping the ribcage of one, just due to it's position, his boot smashing it into paste and going right through. Orange gore and shards of bone sprayed everywhere, covering his leg, even as he made his way past.
Rounding the corner, he began firing his pistol at the aliens grouped along the hall, GG7 barking relentlessly. Rounds loaded into the chamber, and were accelerated by an electro-magnetic field generated by miniature coils inside the gun, hurtling with murder on them at the diminutive aliens. Shredding their bodies, arms holding weapons were blown off, and grenade belts were targeted alongside shield-hands.
Unluckily, a Unggoy had begun preparing a grenade the second it saw the "Daemon", and it's hand was blown off by a round from the barrage. Screeching in fear and alarm, as it beheld the stump it now had, the others turned to see the grenade it had dropped, before leaping away. It dropped into a pile of similarly-modelled brethren.
James sprinted through them, and grabbed a grenade from the pile as he ran, jumping to the stairs before leaping up them and off the wall at the corner to get away from the plasma explosions.
Lightleg avoided the area, as he kept a close eye on the happenings, and shot a grappling line from an arm-bracer. Running down the apex of the line, he built speed for the up-curve, and was not present when plasma erupted from the balcony above where he was, washing lie a blue-silver wave over the stone.
Running back up, he used his swinging momentum to leap up to the next corner and retracted the grappling line.
Sliding into the hall of the next floor from his previous action, James was propelled forward on his back, and witnessed the surprised faces of the Covenant as they saw him skidding towards them. Holding his pistol in a stable two-hand stance, he sighted and fired at the aliens, pistol blasting away. Reloading after a short report, he rapidly dumped and slammed a new magazine in, and continued to light up the Covenant.
Taking fire from a rapidly moving, low positioned target, is not ideal at any time. The Covenant struggled to deal with these rapid and strong assaults, taking gauss-fire, and falling from being hit rapidly in their limbs even as they fired their guns. Plasma scattered into the stone, trying to get at the target, and purple needles hissed throughout the air. Knee's buckling one by one, their legs were crippled and they found themselves staring at the ceiling.
James leapt up from his moving position, running anew, and ascended more stairs. Turning through the path, he was fired upon straight-away, but unperturbed he continued, and dashed from side to side trying to dodge the rapid-fire plasma. The Covenant squad at the other end of the hall fired at him with a mounted weapon, sitting upon a tripod.
Rounds of gases flew the air, compressed bolts of plasma angrily buzzing at the human, as he sprinted to their position. James fired away with the GG7, aiming for their legs, and was reworded with a scream of pain, as a leg exploded in blood, bone, and gore. Dashing from side to side, he kept out of the pathway, and used the seconds of confusion when they were switching gunners to close the distance between them.
Leaping over the frontal barricade they had set up, he flipped upside down, and broke a Kig'Yars neck. Rapidly drawing his pistol again, he put round after round into the skulls of the aliens, even as they tried to bring their weapons up at him in slow motion.
His perception altered now, having entered Agent-Time, James fed off the adrenaline and heightened state of tension his body was in by picking up his pace. Charging the next corner of stairs, his footsteps began to make impactions, cracking the hard and supportive stone floor. He flew at the enemy now, lashing out with strikes from his fists and legs, stowing the pistol permanently now.
Punches crushed nasal cavities and jaws, kicks collapsed rib-cages, pelvis, and knees, and grapples snapped, crushed and broke all joints he got his hands on. Unggoy flew back from the impact of the hits, most not even being able to respond to rapidity of the hits, and in too much pain to respond afterwards. Some were able to lift their pistols and fire, but met a death at the hands of the speeding Agent regardless. The Kig'Yar that were present huddled behind their shields in fear, hoping for protection, but James always found a way around their defensive devices. Usually going for whatever wasn't shielded, he broke necks, crushed sternums, and broke their windpipes with vicious strikes.
Lightleg witnessed James abandon his guns, and began a massive ongoing melee with the aliens. Shrugging to himself, he jumped up to the present location of the Agent, and began to kill targets alongside him, while leaping from the walls to the ceiling. Leaving the floor for the OO to travel, the Ninja let loose his shuriken and other flying implements, executing the aliens with precise headshots. As he followed the sprinting Agent, Lightleg pulled out a Kama attached to chain, spun it up.
Leaping through the curving stairwell, as Robinson hurtled just below him, they leapt into the hall. Throwing the Kama out, Lightleg began striking the enemy as they ran out of the Temple. Pulling the wicked implement across the faces and bodies of their enemies, with lightning speed he sliced into them, leaving bodies that began to fall apart in the wake behind him. Slashing relentlessly, the Ninja furiously struck those who opposed their advance, ripping the chain and blade across the enemies ranks.
Targeting shields, he hooked the Kama into the Kig'Yar hands and ripped through their fingers, getting them to drop the devices. Screeching in pain, they would hold their hand for a scant second, before looking up and seeing an armoured fist heading their way. Hooking and slicing through methane tanks with ease, Unggoy were a non-factor in trying to stop him, choking to death as they ran out of breath in the human environment in a slow and painful way.
Making it to the ground floor, the two ran through the grand hallway of the central tower, pulling their ranged weapons again. The Arashikage pulled out a slightly more than oversized pistol-like weapon, as the Agent unslung the LA-23, both beginning to open fire upon the aliens crowding its space. From the Ninja's weapon, bolts of metal flew, and struck with severe kinetic force knocking down whoever they hit. Even as they wondered what had hit them, their limbs unwittingly touched the area that they were shot, and came away blood coating their hand. Drilling holes the size of golf-ball through the enemy, the rounds would carve out the portion they struck, punching all the way through. James rounds would shred the enemies they hit, shattering their organic composition in the area touched, and nearly always causing instant dead.
Hundreds of Unggoy and Kig'Yar resisted their drive, opening up with their weapons and filling the air with the greasy staccato of continuous plasma small-arms fire. Several dozen turrets awaited them on the far side, as they wasted aliens upon their approach to the first leg on the upper floor, beginning to spin up and add multitudes more of plasma-bolts to the air. Dodging, sprinting and manoeuvring as best they could, the two Super-Soldiers slaughtered and killed all they could as they got closer and closer to the Grand Halls entrance.
The turrets began concentrating their attacks, trying to screen their approach, as they got closer. However the two just leapt, and flipped around the attempts, making them un-acquireable to the gunners. Arriving upon the line, James reached out, to his left, and with a smooth motion ripped the turret off it's stand. He proceeded to then hurl it as hard as he could down the firing line, and it hit three Unggoy in a row before caroming off into a new direction.
The Ninja leapt over and through the entrance, jumping and dashing up a set of stairs. Again, they were moving, up one flight, and down again, covering a section of the ruin. Now, they came upon the maze-like portion. Continuing at their rapid pace, they proceeded from memory, the Ninja following the OO. Rounding corners, they had to punch, kick, and slash their way through groups of aliens looking to surprise them. Making sure to never stop advancing, the two were quite vicious as they went along.
James kept ahold of an Unggoy that had surprised him a bit too much on one corner, and bashed a Kig'Yar who was attempted to make himself smaller than what could be seen, with the squealing aliens body. It hollered bloody murder, as he wielded it as a melee implement, flailing and doing further damage to it's comrades when it struck.
Spotting an enterprising alien beginning to ignite a pair of plasma grenades and skitter it's feet for a charge, James hucked the gibbering and crying Unggoy at it's brethren. The momentarily suicidal alien hooted in distress, as it had just clicked the grenades on, igniting their fuses. Then, his kin was smashing into him, and the grenades did their function, fusing to the surface of a target upon contact. With a 360° spatter, the plasma expanded from between the two, vaporizing most of them and what did not was blasted across the room with a loud fwash.
Lightleg jumped around a corners upper wall, grabbing the ceiling when upon arrival. In position immediately, the Ninja let loose a barrage of his drill-bolts, taking down a brace of aliens as they attempted to round the corner. The OO followed post-haste, as Lightleg leapt from wall to wall, coming around a left corner. Lashing out with his Kama, the Ninja dragged an alien who was manning a turrets skull to the left, and broke his neck as he cut through the jaw with a whiplash-like motion.
The Agent leapt over the shield-barricade they had constructed, launching a series of kicks at the other two guarding the weapons-system, crushing their orbital bones and smashing the matter into their brains resulting in instant death. The OO charged and smashed a fist into a Kig'Yars stomach, ripping away the shield protecting it, causing the alien to bend nearly in half as he had broken its spine from the blow
Throwing the dead beak-face aside at another Unggoy trying to bring a heavy weapon to bear upon him, he saw the thing build a sickly yellow glow, then fire and blow up in the hapless aliens face as the round impacted the flying Kig'Yar. Continuing through, the two emerged from the maze, and began to sprint for the exit.
A Wraith hovertank awaited their presence at the entrance.
Charging at the beast, and beginning to pattern and move from side to side, they confused the gunners inside. Coming upon the tank, they began to circle it at high-speed, never circling in the same spot twice. James latched onto the rear as he ran a round, while Lightleg flung himself to it's hatch, stabbing a pair of his mono-molecular blades into the surface. The OO began to unload powerful, thudding, kinetic strikes upon the rear armour of the Wraith.
Ripping out piece after piece, as he smashed into the tank, Robinson noticed it was starting to swerve and wobble and kept up his actions. Lightleg had secured the hatch so it couldn't be opened, and was stabbing into the engine compartment with a tanto. Soon, the tank belched smoke, and sunk in a heap to the ground.
Both got clear, and continued their run, watching the tank go into critical plasma explosion within 3.5 seconds as they ran out of the temple complex.
"Well, we made it. The Captain and Tai-shu won't be pleased with this." James nanocomm'd the Ninja, as they ran through the wild forest lands, avoiding Covenant patrols, and making all haste back to a place they could report, hopefully their lines.
"Agreed. They will surely discover what we did down there, we were not able to shut everything down and lock it away like you did on Harvest." James nodded absently, as they sprinted in the direction of the Arcopolis'.
-Mega Man III – Spark Man Theme (remix) END-
~Perspective shift~
-Silent Hill Guitar Medley START-
John Forge looked over the city, as the news of the Covenant's manoeuvre filtered over the channels. Assessing his defences, he began to prepare for call-up to head to the south, so they could fight the enemy. However, this was belayed by Duke Maurya, who was in charge of the ground contingent. The Covenant had launched their entire fleet of transport gunships at the city, and were occupying the ruins while preparing to send a second army north. Understandably, they wouldn't be able to strip the defences now, as they had several thousand incoming.
Watching off into the distance from his Grizzly AssaultMech, he observed the Aerospace fighters of humanity in the sky, fighting and flashing their guns against the Seraphs and others as the air-armada made it's way to the central cities. Grimacing, he tried drawing a bead on the incoming, but they were too far out of the way right now. Walking the Mech off to the side, he began to try and find a position with more cover from the sky.
Aha! Mag-rail bridge, jackpot!
Running the Mech underneath, he crouched it down, sinking the legs as best as he could, and bringing his weapons to bear as best he could. Accessing an angle of 65°, the Sgt. Major had a handy amount of access to the sky from his position.
The cloud of transports having arrived now, Forge watched them descend, as he began to open fire with his twin gauss rifles, picking away at Spirits and Phantoms. The Mech shuddered, as it accelerated super-dense rounds of ferric-uranium a the foe in the sky, the air rippling before the slug as it tore through the air, giving a visual effect the rounds having broke the sound-barrier dozens of times from the air fluctuations it left in its wake.
Hitting the transports rapidly, the rounds smashed into the armour plating, denting and tearing huge chunks out. The transports that were hit, rocked during the descent, as Forge fired to bring them down. Several of them crashed down, as the ballistic fire proved too much, and punctured their superstructure. Folding and cracking in the air, the hit enemy transports twisted into pieces, as flames and explosions burst from their interior.
Unfortunately, Forge got a call for assistance over the radio, and had to begin moving to aid the DropShips. The Covenant who had made it were surging through the streets to the ships the humans had on the ground, in an effort to cut them off from space. Heading to a reorg point, he gathered a company of powered rifleman, and a few Assault-Tanks along the way.
Rounding a city block, they spied a large bunch of Covenant encamped around their transport, and immediately opened fire. The Infantry taking various cover, unloaded small-arms PPC and Gauss fire at the aliens, a fusillade which prevented them from getting any grenades in the air due to volume. The tanks fired upon the transport, putting round after into the downed beast, blowing it to shreds with Lasers and Railgun fire.
Continuing to the DropShip, Forges contingent killed errant Covenant along the way, but hadn't met any significant amounts as of yet. When they got a call to aid DropShip #4, and raced to it's position, that was when they saw the multitudes of enemy in their greatest concentration. Vehicles were packed onto the 8-lane highway, all firing at any human vehicles in sight, with thousands of Unggoy and Kig'Yar swarming about and firing everything they had at the landing site and it's defences.
The DropShips weapons fired continuously, eradicating vehicles and infantry by the score, as the powerful NL55's scorched the earth and pounded the area with the not-insignificant size of its U/AC 20's shells. Undeterred, the aliens pressed onwards, and viciously continued their assault, and Wraiths were even now getting close enough to launch attacks upon the DropShips body. Comparatively pinpricks, they could still deal damage to the skin and systems a DropShip held, thus it had to be careful about letting too many of the enemies plasma rounds touch it.
Opening fire as a group, Forges Irregular pack of individuals carved into the pressing Covenant horde, aiming to get between them and their ticket out. They cut into the aliens from the alleyway they came through, and charge to the DropShips landing area. Launching slugs, PPC, and scattering missiles throughout the attackers, they cause enough death and confusion to get an opportunity, and capitalize. Once so, the group runs through the bloody streets, firing and hurling explosives all along the way.
Successfully getting between the DropShip and the aliens, the troopers man the walls and defences, whilst the tanks maintain a mobile fire-and-support routine. Forges Mech adds it's weight to vehicle-disposable duty, puncturing metallic purple skinned bodies with fair brutality, tossing vehicles around as they are struck. Racking up substantial amounts of kills, he puts away large amounts of Wraith, Spectre, Locust, Ghost, and such.
The infanteers fire into the mass of enemy lifeforms, utilizing the 'Ports built-in security defences, and unleash plenty of RAC-2's upon the enemy. Opening up with a thunderous roar, the guns spat supersonic lead at a rapid pace, killing Unggoy and Kig'Yar by the dozens and smashing charging Ghosts to pieces.
Their tanks fired and moved continuously, never staying in the same place for counter-fire. Each kept the channel open with the other, maintaining an effective head-hunting method. They prevented Wraith from getting to close, and killed any group setting up heavy-weapons.
Forge dodged and jinked his Mech around, trying to keep out of the way of the plasma-fire, sending a set of LRM's downrange. They roared and rocketed towards their target, even as he took the burst of a plasma beam to his lower-left torso.
Suddenly, he heard an almighty roar and as John turned his Mech, the DropShip began to lift off.
"Loading complete, DropShip #4 en-route to the Spirit of Fire."
3 other DropShips lifted off, with 2 reporting significant trouble.
Forge gathered his troops, and they began making for the closest DropShip in trouble.
Radioing ahead, he made a plan with the on-site commander, and manoeuvred the soldiers in position by going through a set of blocks in a back-alley way so they would be able to approach the enemy from a particular direction. Blasting aliens as they went along, there were points where the Tanks and Mech had to blast apart buildings, just to get at the entrenched enemy.
Coming upon the next sight, Forge beheld a massive concentration of Wraiths, all firing at the gates and the DropShip. Immediately setting out orders and a plan, he got his soldiers to work. They organized into position and put it into effect.
Soldiers began firing heavy-weapons from the upper-floors of the buildings surrounding the streets.
Tanks rolled by, shooting the rear of the Hovertanks.
Forge just charged straight in, and began laying out haymakers, jabs, and punches from dump-truck sized fists, knocking the enemy tanks all over the place. Smashing about, the Sgt. Major crushed, stomped, and ripped the tanks apart as rapidly as he could get his hands upon them.
In confusion, the enemy fired on each other, not being able to get a bead on the larger combatant. Their attempts to target and fire at Forge resulted in weapons-fire falling on their comrades. Destroying them rapidly in the confusion, Forge watched as the next DropShip took off, and then counted off all the ones that had made contact and evacuated the premise of Valasha.
Damn, 9 out of 10.
Searching the location, he informed the squad they were moving out. Jogging his Mech back to one of the main streets, he found their target war a klick down the road. Motioning to the troops, they moved down the road as one, surveying and viewing the empty streets.
It was eerie. Not twenty-four hours ago, this was a bustling Metropolis, now it was a quiet ghost-town. Paper flags fluttered in the wind, as dust blew down the street, the only sound that was heard aside from the weapon-fire in the distance.
Continuing on, Forge eventually go the group to the corner where the DropShip was. They found the reason that it was not talking. The ship was fighting off a Scarab, and no Mech's were around. Even so, Forge didn't know if Grizzly could take the enemy. Coming up with plan, he sent the soldiers on their way. Bracing himself, he ran the Assaultmech from cover, and began firing everything he had in an Alpha Strike.
His Gauss slugs rocketed from their barrels, smashing into the leg he had targeted, LRM's whooshing quickly into place as well. Smashing apart the delicate internals, having busted through the not-insignificant armour, the Scarab began to halt it's stream of fire upon the DropShip and turn around. Firing continuously and nervously into the leg, Forge put his Mech int a strafing run, trying to circle around the super-heavyweight and keep it's deadly punch from knocking him out.
Small-arms weapons fire began to pepper the body of the behemoth, and moderately sized rockets, lasers, and PPC bolts flew at it from the direction of the buildings lining the street.
Forgoing all niceties, the Scarab turned it's plasma-beam on, and blasted the entire right-side block as it manoeuvred itself around to face the Assaultmech dogging it's legs. Men died by the handful, not even having time to scream, as the powerful burst of plasma washed over them blasting through the building without a thought. Their suits instantly vaporized, from the level of energy unleashed, the only thing left being there memory.
Forge grimaced as he continued to run the Mech around the Scarab. Nearly 100 soldiers, extinguished in an instant. He ordered the Tanks to move in now, and narrowed his eyes as the enemy had finished moving 180°, giving him the opportunity he desired.
As his troops continued to distract it, the Tanks rolled around the corner. Stopping and setting themselves up, the three began firing into the rear of the enemy machine, just as John joined them and began firing. Combined, the four's firepower blasted away what protection the aliens had for their engine compartment, and began to pour rounds upon the delicate components. A salvo of LRM's did the job, completely cracking the casing, a violent plasmatic explosion released from their actions as the Scarab groaned and died.
"DropShip #10 here, thanks for the save Sgt. Major."
"Don't waste it, get airborne."
"Roger." With that short conversation, the DropShip began to lift off, and arced through the atmosphere.
-Silent Hill Guitar Medley END-
~Perspective shift~
-Star Fox Corneria Theme (Power Metal Cover) START-
As the first set of DropShips took off, they slowed engines, and waited for the rest of their numbers.
That was when their Aerospace fighters warned that a large amount of the Covenant Air Force was headed at them. Klaxons blazed alarms in warning, as gunners ran to the turrets, weapons opening all across the DropShip's hulls. Civilians huddled and worried in the holds, as the enemy armada bore down upon their ships. The pilots prepared for emergency manoeuvre's and the captains gave the announcement that everyone was to strap in for high-intensity flying.
The ships awaited the oncoming storm, and soon in the distance, was approaching the enemies own transport-gunship swarm.
The DropShips began to open fire, lashing out with autocannon fire, lasers, PPC, gauss and missile. Beams of emerald flew at the Covenant air-power. Blue globes of energy tore through the air-space at an apparently-lazy pace, only looking slow to the eyes before it was too late. Swarms of missiles flew and twisted through the air, dancing around plasma, energy, and projectile fire, vectoring for the Phantoms, and Spirits.
The Covenant opened fire, now having gotten close enough, and filled the airspace with plasma. Thousands of rapid-fire plasma cannon of the kind the Seraph was equipped with, began to spit bolts of super-heated and compacted gases, flinging hundreds of bolts per minute at the accelerating ships.
Weapons from both sides began to hit at this point.
Lasers smashed into Covenant air-transports, blasting them from the air, shearing away entire sections with the emerald fury of photons unleashed. Missiles bracketed their forms where targeted as such, rocking them with powerful and compact detonations, the transports struggling to shrug the damage and continue their mission. PPC fire overwhelmed their electronics with discharge, and the mass thermal/kinetic damage they dealt upon impact, swatting the enemy craft aside.
The Covenant Air Armada forged inwards, covering the DropShips with their presence, and pouring the fire on even as they accelerated out of the atmosphere.
Unloading with their gauss weapons now that the bastards were close, the gunners began to open up with everything they had, sending streams of supersonic metal out to the enemy. The civilians they had in their hold depended on them, they all thought about as they hammered away with their weapons. Refilling their resolve, the gunners continued to fire as hard and fast as they could, targeting and hitting the Covenant's air-power with everything they had. Firing non-stop, the humans unleashed the rapacious guns upon the enemy, letting nothing deter them as they shot down transport after transport.
Groups of transports evaded and pelted the ships with plasma-fire, as they attempted to take them and their weapons out. Concentrating on gun-emplacements, they tried to overwhelm them with numbers and conventional plasma-fire. Hundreds of bolts flew at the ports, super-heated ionized gases hitting and splashing over the gun stubs.
The guns fired at the ships menacing them, and began to slowly become overwhelmed, even as they fragg'd ship after ship the Covenant had. Turrets began to lose operational ability, going dark on the gunners, as their outer structures were melted shut.
The Covenant air armada began to sense victory, and pressed the attack.
Suddenly, many of them began to be hit from above.
Gunners cried out in joy, alongside the pilots and captains. The rest of their Aerospace contingent was here, and it had saved the day.
Hundreds of the enemy came under fire, as the fighters swooped in from out of the twilight sun, letting loose with rapid-fire lasers, and PPC. Charging down through the air, they targeted and blasted the transports as they struggled to move out of the way, launching missiles at those farther away and making for an escape.
Enemy craft began to die in multitudes, falling as they were assaulted and blasted from above. The one place they could not fire upon in atmosphere, above their heads...
Fighters streaked throughout the DropShip's formation, unleashing death upon the enemy, firing unopposed as they attacked all Covenant in sight. Falling upon them, like a peregrine falcon on a fat pigeon, they raked their claws across the exposed backs of the Covenant. Tearing up significant wounds with every pass, they hunted and corralled all that inhabited the airspace.
Fighters chased and dogged the transport fleet, as they tried to continue firing at something, anything by this point. The Covenant's plasma-cannons couldn't bring themselves to bear upon the opponent, so they struggled to manoeuvre and get rid of the fighters eating them alive. The Phantoms were able to manage some success in orienting their weapons to fire upon those attacking them, belching out rapid-fire bolts of small-arms plasma. More than a few did hit the planes, but the Gokens shrugged it for the most part, made to resist heavier and greater firepower than that.
With a roar, the Exoatmospheric fighters smashed through the remainder of the Covenant Air Assault, ending for sure any ship that menaced or harassed their DropShips. Blasting them out of the sky with their weapons, the machines died bright deaths as they blew apart in mid-air, absorbing weapons-fire from lasers, PPC, and more.
"Goken-1 to DropShip flotilla Commander. The skies are clear. You may proceed to the Spirit of Fire."
"Understood Goken-1. Thank you, and godspeed."
-Star Fox Corneria theme (Power Metal Cover) END-
~Perspective shift~
-Fear Factory Donkey Kong Country Guitar Cover START-
Arbiter Wattinree stared at the screen, contemplating his enemy.
They would go to nearly any length to protect their people, especially those who could not fight. It was certainly fine to put one's people as a high priority, Xytan thought, but making it an integral part of your operations did not feel right to him. Most likely, it would be Covenant like Unggoy and Kig'Yar dieing if the situation was reversed and they were being invaded he surmised and therefore did not give much consideration to such 'rescue operations'. Sangheili were born warriors, and knew how to fight, therefore they would resist what came their way.
The Arbiter sighed, pushing aside the egotistical thought, submersing his mind in the images he had long trained to break away from such arrogance, thinking of battle and defeat.
"Order all ships to attack." The command was sent immediately, and Xytan began to sink himself into battle.
His BB's began to position themselves around his flagship, the Battlecruisers and Destroyers pushing inwards. Letting loose torpedoes immediately, he set about ordering the fighter contingents of each ship to hang close and provide detail protection and assignment. The CPV's and CCS's moved towards the human lines, and began to light up their projectors.
Once close enough, and having launched a second wave of torpedoes, the groups line began to fir and lanced across the void.
The human fleet began firing their weapons, and targeted the torpedoes launched with the lighter energy weapons, while their fighters screamed towards the Arbiters fleet. Their railcannon rounds streaked at his ships, and lit up their shields when they were pinged. The Battlecruisers were all hit by rounds, but continued their path, and soon had opened up with the plasma-beams.
Lighting up the Battlecruisers and Destroyers on the line that the humans possessed, the beams washed over their targets, dealing searing damage with the super-heated plasma. The ships fired back right away, hitting the 3.5km CPV's with slews of emerald lasers, glowing blue bolts, and capital-class missiles.
Tanking damage, the CPV's launched torpedoes, trying to overcome the strain of heavy coordinated fire. The human ships now had to split fire from their guns to two targets, trying to stop the devastating weapons from impacting their ships.
His BB's began to glow, possessing the most powerful projector barring the CSO-class, they armed their long-range plasma-beam-projectors. With a flare, they lit up the void with a flare of glowing blue plasma, driving across the space between fleets within seconds. The energy smashed into the human Battleships, melting components and fusing armour, trying to put their cannons out of action.
The humans fired their larger weaponry at his heavyweights. Those large cursed rounds flew through space, and rocked the ships they hit, draining their shields. Emerald and sapphire bolts flew from their surface, striking out angrily at the ships in his command. Snorting, he ordered the BB's to prepare to fire again, as he ordered a Sangheili Minor to begin moving the ship forward.
Launching more torpedoes, he began to power up the projector, always taking care to aim himself considering the weapons power.
The CPV's began to destroy their opposite's, weathering their storm, and taking out the human "Battlecruisers" as they pushed the "Destroyers" back, and put off dealing with the smaller foe. Plasma lit up again, and lunged from their maws, lashing into the enemy ships, and began to punch through on the weakened sections of armour. As the line became damaged, the CPV's switched targets immediately, and began to gaze at the Destroyers and belch torpedoes.
The human destroyers manoeuvred about, struggling to find a way around the enemy weapons, now that their heavy hitters were down. The Hanzo's accelerated about, peppering the enemy with laser, PPC, and missile-fire. Having the cruisers out of action took their primary heavy weapons out of the battle, and left them only with 2-on-1 tactics, which couldn't work in this case as their numbers were equal.
The Energy-projector's fire and fury lanced across space, and slammed into one of the human carriers, ripping into it with unmatched power. Armour failed, as the plating attempted to shed the energy, but the beam was focused and powerful. Puncturing through after only a moments notice, the beam continued through decks, magazines, and quarters, only stopping for a second at the secondary belt before puncturing the massive reactor room. A ball of yellow-gold fusion fury ripped out of the ship, within a swirling sphere, the released energy trying to consume the materials in it's way for fuel before burning out in the vacuum of space.
The humans increased their firing rate again, pushing their heat dissipation to maximum, trying in vain to bring down the enemies shields and do damage.
With a flash, the 4 BB's were struck by railcannon rounds, causing their shields to shimmer brightly before fading. The Carriers moved in closer, and began firing with their hosts of PPC, Lasers, and Gauss. Bolts began to strike the BB's shields in large quantities, straining them. The ships launched another wave of torpedoes, and forced the humans to split fire again, as they prepared to pick them off one by one.
3 CPV's lit up, as their more manoeuvrable Hanzo opposite's danced around them, dealing out collaborative damage. 4 Hanzo's were blown up in the exchange thus far. The Arbiter narrowed his eyes minutely, consternation on his face visible and caused by the human ships abilities. With their destroyers starting to fall, it was only a matter of time.
The human fighters were now intercepting his torpedoes', trying to bring more capital-ship fire upon his own hips. His Seraphs were doing their best but were considerably outmatched, he concluded.
"Have one BB join the CPV's, so they can conclude their operations faster." The Arbiter said to a subordinate at the comm station, who swiftly complied.
One of his battleships began moving to the destroyer lines, as they fired their plasma-beam-projectors again, damaging more of the humans ships and removing four battleships from operation. The humans carrier began to accelerate closer, in a gambit to bring their heavier weaponry against the heavyweights in his possession. Firing multitudes of missiles, they belched out thousands, and they headed towards Xytan and his ships.
Sending another bracket of torpedoes out, he ordered the ships that would be in the path of the bombardment to raise their ships to maximum, and cut all other function. The humans missiles proved troublesome in engagements, possessing surprising fury inside small packages, and coming in multitudes that overwhelmed anti-missile systems.
Pulse-lasers began to spin up their weapons, and were fed the data about the incoming barrage. The ships ceased advancing, and bolstered their shields, as they prepared for impact. The barrage got within range, and the Covenant's defences opened up on them, doing their best to destroy or disable the incoming malevolent objects. Rapid groups of red lashed out of their turrets, towards the incoming missiles, striking their casing and wearing down their armoured shells. Transmitting energy into the interior once it was exposed, the lasers caused more than few missiles to fail and come to dead stops.
The barrage war upon them now, and it impacted the ships with thunderous reports, before an almighty bang was heard. And yellow-gold fusion detonations blossomed outside their shields, engulfing them in the atomic fury of hydrogen, swallowing them up from view.
Unfortunately, their shields held, and the BB's fired alongside the CSO, throwing three powerful blue beams across the void and one over-powered whitish-silver beam. The beams crashed into the human ships, and began to crave into their hulls. The Energy-projector's destructive wake slashed through two more Yamato's, slicing through their upper hulls.
The human ships took more and more damage from the plasma-beams, and began to look crisped and blackened. The torpedoes launched by the Covenant makes it through this time, and finish's off their damaged targets, destroying the remainder of the Yamato's, 3 Musashi Carriers.
The Yamamoto's were now completely destroyed by his CPV's, having spared a few plasma torpedoes to finish the job while they were fighting the Hanzo's. The human destroyers are putting up a spirited defence however, and for every two of them taken down, one CPV pays the price. Eventually only 7 CPV's remain, with the Hanzo's floating dead in space, or destroyed.
"Sir, a transport form the surface, they say they've recovered something important!" Xytan took his attention from battle, and addressed his comm's officer.
"Hmmm? What do they have?"
They request to speak to you alone." Xytan nodded, before bringing the channel to his throne, which quickly projected an Sangheili Zealot in a pilots cockpit, standing next to a Major who was piloting.
"What have you found." Xytan questioned.
Without a word, the Sangheili held up a small device.
Xytan nodded, narrowing his eyes, and bid them get to the flagship quickly while assigning escorts.
~Perspective Shift~
Ryu Kurita gazed stonily at the holoscreen, displeased just the beginning of what he was feeling, as he watched his fleet turned to mulch over minutes. Damn these Covenant to where the Asura dwelled.
"Kurita-sama, the DropShip's have finished leaving Valasha's atmosphere, and are now embarking upon the SLDF fleet's Spirit of Fire." A comm's officer reported.
"Good, have them begin that second DropShip wave and pick up any of our forces that are still on the ground, and then get the hell out of here! I don't think the Star League will be able to much here." The Kuritan-heir said resignedly.
"The SLS Spirit of Fire states it will comply, and godspeed to us Kurita-sama." The Kurita nodded, keeping focus on the battle, as he ordered weapons fired, and fighters assigned.
Minutes passed tersely, until he was down to just his carrier, and that of the Musashi's sister-ship, the Nobunaga.
"Kurita-sama, missile-tube magazines down to 1/10th capacity." The gunnery officer barked out.
"Fusion?" Asked the Tai-shu.
"Negative Kurita-sama, we have expended all Fusion rounds." The Kurita cursed, hoping for a miracle, as these ships were just to strong.
"KURITA-SAMA, WE HAVE JUMP SIGNALS INCOMING!" Reported the sensor operator.
Ryu's attention was drawn to the holoscreen again, as it began to show a fleet exiting Hyperspace, closely behind his carriers. His eyes widened, as he saw the flag.
A steel ring with seven diamond-shaped stars in it's circumference, encasing a clenched and gauntleted steel fist, royal blue in colour.
"Attention Covenant force! We know you've had a long battle, and would rather not just waste lives if given an opportunity, so we give you this one chance to flee. I, General Friedrich Steiner of the Lyran Commonwealth, say that you will not face the Kuritans alone should you wish to test us." The mans chiselled face came on screen, his intelligent and ruthless eyes illuminated brilliantly by the video-transmission.
With a moments pause, the Covenant began to leave the system, disappearing into the blue-glow of slipspace.
"I am glad to see you Friedrich. We were in more than a little bit of a bind here. I had just lost all of my ships, and they were the reinforcements! Suffice to say if you had not arrived, my father would be declaring a blood feud with these aliens over my death." Ryu stated, bowing lightly.
"I have been gathering these ships for a time, and it is only now that we've put together a Lyran Expeditionary Fleet command structure due to so many ships reinforcing the sectors of the frontier." Friedrich reported stalwartly, with the Kurita nodding along. Yes, that made sense, the Lyrans were the first to contribute to the conflict, and had aided the Combine much when it came to their naval posture.
"I hope you are here to stay, I will need to go and meet with father before I can requisition another fleet to protect Valasha's system." Ryu said, thinking about how his father would react to his brush with death.
"We are to hold this portion of the frontier as long as I see it's strategically wise, and tactically viable." Friedrich replied.
"Thank you again."
~Perspective shift~
"Get those people to quarters! Robinson, what do you have to report?" Cutter yelled orders, before turning to the Agent who had made it back with the second DropShip run.
"Sir, we recovered the next coordinates... However, I messed up, and lost one of the data modules we made." The OO stood ramrod straight while reporting his failure.
"Can the Covenant access that?" Cutter more wondered to himself out loud, rather than the still Agent.
"Unknown sir. I would not put money against it, even if they are imitative rather than innovative. They love their 'Gods' too much, and would find a way." The Agent bit out, annoyed with himself, showing in his voices more gravelly tone and tenseness.
"Well, we will have to assume that they know what we know. It just means we will have to hurry to the next location." Cutter sighed, before saluting and dismissing the man.
"I wonder if they will get there first?"
-Fear Factory Donkey Kong Country Guitar Cover END-
BattleTech Wars:
Part 2-
Valasha II
~End~
AUTHOR NOTE: One thing I would like to note, is the Covenant AI worship the Forerunners as Gods, same as everyone else in the Covenant.
When Xytan talks, I just imagine M. Bison from the Street Fighter Animated(Oh yes!), or Shao Khan(Is that your best?!)
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