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0121.10.14
Shanxi System
Shanxi - Relief Fleet
Lord Admiral Reinhard von Lohengramm
Destiny: Archangel Class
Reinhard squinted from the command seat in his flagship as another mass accelerator round smashed into the armored hull of his vessel. A growl echoed from his throat as he snapped his head to the nearest gunner's station and barked.
"I want a targeting solution on that vessel t-"
The Neo-Mobile Doll had already completed the scan and found the offending vessel before the captain had finished giving the order. His screen lighting up as the offending ship was brought into display by the systems.
"Thank you. I want all contacts between us and them moving out of the way effective immediately. Begin charging the "Tannhäuser".
As directions were already being sent to the rest of the fleet and mobile suits were being redirected, three other vessels outfitted with the devastating weapons were in the process of charging. Already the aliens had noticed the sudden change in tactics and likely picked up on the rising energy levels. Already a more concentrated effort by the alien fleet was hammering away at the shields of the fleet.
"All ships, take aim at will, show these bastards they messed with the wrong people."
Yet they proved to be in vain as the Tannhäuser's across the fleet would finish charging up and aim towards specific vessels throughout the alien fleet. Particles of a light blue coloration began being drawn into the twin Positron Blaster Cannons mounted on the front of the starship and across the fleet.
"Fire before they can break up their grouping!"
The Aliens as well seemed to have a grasp of the situation, starting to break off their attack and scatter to try and throw off the human's own weapons. Sadly, for them this realization came much too late for the slavers. Six blasts of crimson energy surrounded by a vibrant white erupted from the opened sectors of the Positron Blaster Cannons, those wide barrels extended from the legs of the scaled-up version of an Archangel Class Frigate.
The streaks of positron energy, propelled within a magnetic field, smashed into and passed through nearly a dozen alien ships of a variety of sizes, the positrons and electrons annihilate each other, which in turn causes the target to break apart on a molecular level. A side effect of this process is a burst of highly lethal gamma radiation, which would rapidly cause the deaths of any aliens within the immediate area of the strikes before the ships themselves detonate rapidly following the impacts of the six beams.
In a moment, forty alien ships were wiped out. Those being twenty corvettes, ten frigates, seven battlecruisers, two battleships, and a dreadnought were destroyed. Countless fighters being caught in the wake of the devastating attack. This would only become more compounded by the rushing fighters and Mobile suits which swarmed into the now separated enemy vessels.
Previously their interlocking fire fields were proving devastating to mobile suits and fighters from drawing closer. Now with the ships having split apart to avoid the building of energy, their primary advantage was lost. Reinhard watched as a MS-18E Kämpfer flew into view of a bridge before leveling its Jagdgewehr towards the bridge before it proceeded to unload a 192mm slug directly into the bridge and then blast off.
The alien ship would be left to list before a salvo of rockets from the Montgomery a Zeon Musai-class which had arrived not a few moments after the rest of the fleet. Already more of the Zeon built vessels were arriving in the system, adding their Zakus of both the now defunct ZAFT to the overall fire, including anti-ship missiles from their ZGMF-600 GuAIZ which flew circles around the Federation based GMs and Atlantics Daggers.
"Montgomery reporting in, Zeon sends its regards Feddies."
"Robelete reporting in, Zeon Stands with you."
"Victoria reporting, point our Hunters towards the Aliens."
Another three Alien ships would be brought down as more hails began to swim into the coms, twenty more assorted ships from the Alliance were certainly glad to have the additional support. The aliens had already begun to regain their momentum now that the element of surprise was lost for humanity.
He watched as an Izumo-class was sent spinning due to a glancing strike against its engine shield from the main gun of one of the alien dreadnaughts. Their fighters were sloppy, likely not use to competent enemy pilots or their own training was very lax, whatever the case, their screens against the mobile suits and human fighters were proving disastrous for the aliens so far.
Then one of the Musai-class went up in a blaze of smoke and explosive debris as several ships decloaked from the fleet's port side. Their elongated profile much like the same that had been displayed by the alien vessels so far, only with large boxy containers along both sides in several sections. Each having opened to reveal a honeycombed design, reminiscent of most missile silos.
"Attention fleet, we have cloaked enemies on our flanks! Requesting assistance."
Already another salvo of missiles was leaving their berths on the stealth vessels, along with new flights of fighters and swarms of drones. All rushing towards the flanks of the relief fleet. Thankfully, if there was one thing humanity was well versed in dealing with and doing themselves, it was swarms of missiles and fighters. 20mm CIWs spun up across the outer edges of the fleet as ships began to send flak and tracer rounds hurtling into space. Causing a multitude of detonations as they chewed through incoming missile salvos rapidly.
"This is the Becephalus. Deploying Virgos, Leos, and Serpents."
One of the several Motherships that had accompanied the fleet, meant for massed mobile suit deployment. The Becephalus itself opening its side ports to allow its twelve mobile suits to eject into space. The Leos and Serpents were manned, but the Virgos weren't. The original Mobile Dolls.
These large shouldered, mono-eyed mobile suits resembled Leos in some ways, though from the shoulders of the four Virgos, came their Planet Defensores. The small gear shaped energy shield projectors which projected an electromagnetic barrier between them and the incoming fighters. The Mobile Dolls would heft up their Mega Particle Cannons, locking onto individual fighters and releasing a concentrated yellow beam of compressed particles, tearing a fighter apart upon impact with each firing.
The Serpents sported the typical style of most mobile suits, though with additional armor on the legs, and arms. The major weapon being a twin linked 75mm gatling gun attached to the right arm while twin pairs of eight tube missile launchers already had opened, emptying their payload into the fighters and drones. Though one from each shoulder contained a nuclear warhead, which when detonated, wiped out half a dozen drones each.
The collection of mobile suits rapidly blitzed towards the stealth vessels even as their visual profiles began to rapidly waver and start the process of vanishing. One of the Leos however leveled its high-powered beam rifle at one of the vessels and managed to fire as it was vanishing. Even though it was forced to resume firing into the swarm of fighters and drones, the shot proved its worth.
The emerald beam having struck inside one of the missile silos and cooked off its supply. The ship rapidly came back into focus as eruptions started to tear the ship apart from the inside out. Yet the others had already vanished by that point, causing the fleet to go on high alert even as they continued sling fire with the alien fleet across from their own.
"Seems we have to take a page out of their own. All ships, spread out, don't bunch up. Keep sensor pings on the edges of our fleet."
The Virgos were the first to truly spring into action as another volley of missiles streaked from behind one of the drifting alien ships and smashed into a Drake-class ship and sent it listing to the side.
The Virgos would begin deploying their Planetary Diffusers and move in to intercept the next wave of stealth missiles as one leveled its Mega Beam Cannon and fired. The bright yellow colored stream of particles speared through the destroyed alien frigate and punched out the other side.
The AI controlled machine was rewarded with the frigate being launched forward as a result of the detonations from the stealthed alien vessel. However, a salvo of automatic fire tore into the planetary diffuser's shielding before the energy deflected it off and into space. This drew the AI's attention towards the offender, a squadron of alien fighters.
"Attention all vessels, enemy fighters and bomber wings incoming. Prepare for interception."
Hundreds of the alien fighters, guarding dozens of their bombers, came screaming through the wreckage that had accumulated between both fleets. Though the Aliens lacked the sheer numbers, a single salvo from the humans tore into the front lines as both Leos, Muramasas, GINNs, CGUEs, Daggers, Gafrans, and nearly thirty other mobile suits from across the many different branches of humanity formed up around their berthing ships.
Said ship's close intercept weapons of various models began to swat the fighters and bombers out of space. Tracer rounds intermingled with ship to fighter missile swarms. If there was one thing that humanity had perfected, it was thinning airspace around their ships from decades of experience.
Two GN-Xs would rush past the defensive line and towards the Mobile Armor of the Lord Commander and the Lady of House Bathory, the silver-colored machines sported the standard build and model of a Mobile Suit, though their defining characteristics were the sloping shoulder guards that jutted from the chest.
Though they had only garnered Reinhard's attention for a split second as his Archangel Class felt the shudder from another strike by one of the alien ships. They had nearly drawn to the point that the fighting was entering knife fighting range with one another. With a breath, he would decide upon the next course of action.
"All ships, hold position, let them draw close. Prepare Missile Tubes with Wombat Missiles, power up the Gottfried Cannons and focus all fire on the nearest Dreadnaught. Designated D-4. Begin charging the Lohengrin."
Arms tucked behind his back; Reinhard would frown while his eyes shifted across the field of war with the surrounding vessels moving into attack formation with his own. A few moments would pass before the twin double barreled Gottfrieds would unleash four sets of emerald beams which punched through the flank and the bow of D-4.
The alien spaceship however refused to buckle as its thrust increased and pushed itself towards the Destiny.
"Helmsmen, plot a course for D-4. Seems they want us to themselves."
Despite being nearly five hundred meters smaller than the other ship, the Destiny, wasn't one to back down as it angled itself to meet the enemy ship as well. A sudden rocking of the ship and shuddering threw most of the crew to the ground as two alien battleships both moved to flank the Destiny, finally overloading the shields of the vessel.
"Level a Gottfried on each of those ships and prepare the Valiants as well! Seems i spoke to soon in thinking they'd want to settle this between us."
Reinhard would grunt as he was nearly forced from his seat, the two previously stealthed ships would continue to fire on the flanks of the Destiny, however, thanks to the reinforced metals used in its construction, the strange weapons that the aliens used merely dented the outer hull, though given the sheer amount of incoming fire, it was a wonder they'd be able to survive.
"Status report now!"
Even as he barked, both the Gottfrieds and the Valiants fired, emerald green and light-yellow streaks punched through the flanking ships on either side, though one of the barrels on the left Gottfrieds had been targeted and shorn off following a volley of missiles. The emerald beams however did their job, punching through light armor and kinetic barriers not designed to handle them, before pushing out the other side, both ships drifting behind the Destiny as they belched smoke and began to detonate.
"Sir, we have breaches on decks eight through fifteen on the outer hull, though internal structures have only received a ten percent damage rate since the beginning of the battle. We have lost some twelve vessels as opposed to the Enemy Fleet and based on current tactical data; they have begun to break off after suffering some seventy-eight losses already."
Reinhard would nod as he thrust out his hand, even as the Alien fleet continued to break off the fighting and retreat back towards the God Gate. The dreadnought however was still barreling down on him, its clearly planning to hold his attention and the fleet to give the aliens enough time to get away with their spoils from the conflict. Whatever they had taken.
0121.10.14
Shanxi System - Shanxi Capital: Auttobenid
23rd Buckner Street
Knight House Gremory
Knight Lord Ebenhorn Vest Gremory
Ebenhorn growled as he slowly pulled himself up off the ground. A multitude of wounds covered his body, with a steel shard as long as He was tall jutting from his waist. His power armor having managed to overall protect from concussive force, but the shrapnel had otherwise been able to puncture into the power armor in several places.
"Com…computer. St-status report…Blasted Machine."
It took some seconds for the still operational systems to boot up but when they did, they painted a concerning picture. Nearly seventy seven percent of the armor itself had turned red from a variety of reasons. Ranging from punctures to ruined circuits. However, his head turned to the side, and landed on the unmoving eyes of a young man, a squire, Jefferson of House Taormina.
Trying to rise, he was rewarded with more pain from his right leg, or what remained of it. Torn and shredded. The ELS he was partnered with having done all it could to staunch the blood loss. Yet as he lay there, body propped against a chunk of concrete and impaled into it by the shard of metal, his eyes shifted towards the flashing red interior of his Hud. His eyes looking towards the breach and the distant bodies moving towards it.
"Bound…replace damaged flesh with yourself. Otherwise, we won't make it out of here."
Breath was heavy and blood filled his mouth as he coughed twice, splashing the inside of his helmet with the crimson liquid. Yet he would not bend, he was a Knight of House Gremory. A Knight Lord!
With a roar, he would grasp the metal impaling him to the concrete and tore it out. The ELS Bounding in Shadows rapidly worked to staunch the wound. He couldn't even feel his left arm and yet he could. The limb likely had been torn off by the orbital volley that shattered the resistance forces in the area and opened up the breach again.
Only this time as he watched, hundreds of aliens and multiple pieces of military armor surged into the breach. Their atmospheric multi-roll fighters could be seen flying towards the entrance. Already resistance was being formed from those that had been arriving before, those that still survived.
Many sported wounds as well, some lesser, some as debilitating as his, and some even worse then his own. Yet as he watched, scything fire from the aliens that rushed the opening cut down two men and another woman was hit with an RPG.
"This…will not stand!"
OST: Sons of Durin (The Hobbit: Battle of Five Armies)
Ebenhorn, despite the wounds and the loss of his arm, surged to his feet before he grasped the nearest thing to him. His power armor was a wreck, he could feel the wind on exposed organs on his side as he looked towards the aliens ahead of him. His metallic fingers closed around something, the sound of a blade of some kind echoed in his and nearby ears.
With a roar, he surged forward, each step cracking the already destabilized road. He could feel the shards of sand puncture into exposed and shrapnel ridden flesh that hadn't yet been consumed by the ELS and turned into a semi-liquid metal. Thrusters on the back of his power armor ignited before they sent him into the sky.
As he reached the sixty meters and more fire focused on him, he finally got the chance to see what he had grabbed. A massive three meter long, two-meter-thick hunk of metal in the shape of a sword. Energy surged through it with the flick of a switch. Likely another knight's weapon. His own hammer was back on the ground more than likely, gripped in the hand of his now lost arm.
"For the Lady!"
He bellowed as he brought himself to the zenith of his jump and ignited the boxy thrusters on his back once more. With a hurtling charge he would scream towards the breach, which didn't go unnoticed as the aliens, both combatants and noncombatants scrambled to run away. They didn't get fat.
Tungsten clad feet came down on one of the non-combatant humans looking aliens. Her head reduced to so much bloodied meat that sprayed across the ground as a result. Though her body would cave in as a result of nearly a ton and a half of tank grade armor came down atop her. The ground shattering and cratering as the Knight Lord swung his blade down.
Energy field would contact kinetic barrier and prove its superior as one of the four eyed aliens found its end as the blade cleaved the body from head to groin and sent it crashing to the ground. However, even as he turned, sensors pinged as another body rushed him. A strange reptile wearing body armor of some kind, though the strike that it delivered to his chest sent the Knight Lord backwards.
This Alien himself skidded backwards following the hit before looking for another strike. However, his eyes widened as he found the blade thrown towards him. The hammer he had brought, reinforced with technology likely would have been enough to stop other forms of weapons and his own native weapons.
Sadly, the blade proved superior at least partially to the hammer as it stuck itself halfway through. This of course would distract the alien long enough for Ebonhorn to charge forward, delivering a fist which obliterated the chest of the alien with one solid strike. Momentum and the heavier armor easily ensuring that there was little short of tank armor which would survive being struck.
"Bounding. Grab the Hammer."
Turning, he grabbed blade and as he looked towards where his arm once was. A silver tentacle of metal slithered from within his armor to grasp hold and heft it up. Weapons ready, he surged forth once again, driving hammer which proved its strength despite its broken status, into the front of an alien main battle tank.
Shifting his weight, the side and activating the suit's jump pack, he rocketed out of the way as a barrage from some of the slaves sought to tear into him and the tank as well fired a shell which obliterated a building inside of the city. Now that the shield in this sector was damaged.
A gurgled cough slipped from his lips as he skidded to a halt and a series of shots punched into his left side, where the armor had been torn away earlier and his organs were exposed. Bounding was doing its best to keep them from falling out, having created a seal in the form of its own liquid nature over the wound now.
Even it couldn't stop the shots as they penetrated through and out the other side, yet the Knight Lord was so far beyond the ability to feel pain anymore that he barely gave it any thought as he jerked himself back into the fight and rushed towards the tank again. This time the hammer is throne, Bounding seemed to read his mind, tossing the hammer into a cluster of slaves as they were being directed by their overseer.
Bodies are torn and rent asunder, those that aren't broken by the impact are flung around and left to fall to the ground screaming and crying in agony as a result of the attack. This would give Ebonhorn the time needed to close the distance with the distraction out of the way.
Blade held up ahead of him, he would drive the thrusters up just in time to avoid the next shell fired by the tank. This would give him time, even as the aliens focused on him, firing into him from all sides. However, the Knight Lord would drive back down once more, blade piercing through the turret before he drove up and sliced clean through it, cutting the turret in half.
"Da pacem domine in tempore nostro!"
(Give peace, o Lady, in our time)
Even as fire thundered and splashed across his back and front, he would drive the blade deeper into the structure, causing the tank itself to begin smoking before he pulled it up, hearing a scream from within as the blade likely bisected some alien inside. Then it went up like a powder keg as the hover vehicle's power supply lit up.
Ebonhorn was thrown clear of the tank, crashing into the wall's exterior even as the aliens continued to push into the breach. Yet even with an eye now missing from the shrapnel, his body pocked with the multitude of wounds, he would not quit. A chant slips from his blood-stained lips as he begins to recite the oath of his Knightly House.
"Quia non est alius!"
(Give peace, o Lord, in our time)
Blood seeping from his mouth, Ebonhorn rushed to the breach, weapon once again lost, he smashed shoulder first into a group of slaves, enough force rendering most as broken bags of flesh and shattered bone as a result. The rest tried to respond, some six others, but his fist found the first, removing the torso from body and sending it smashing into an upturned hunk of cement.
Reaching down to grab a LMG that had been mounted on the wall, the 75mm rounds still in the chamber and its box mag laying on the ground. A group of Alien soldiers would rush around the now flaming wreck of the tank, firing wildly towards him, rounds splitting off his heavy armor but many still round weaker sections. He roared back in the voice of his kin as his light machine gun barks a retaliatory rebuttal.
"Qui pugnet pro nobis!"
(Who will fight for us)
The first rounds would smash and flick away from the military grade kinetic shielding, but they would be subsequently overwhelmed by the rate of fire being sent towards them. Dead in under ten seconds, five more bodies turned the sands around the city red. Yet another set of bodies stream towards the entrance. Ebonhorn steps between the entrance again, even as he watches more then fifty slaves rush towards him from all directions.
Yet he pays the wounds no mind, he pays the blood loss no mind. The Lady of Love demands many things of her knights. Even still fire would come in from handler and slave alike as the rain of rounds tore at his will. For every round he seemed to put through an alien, he was forced to deal with thirty that struck him in some form or fashion. Yet when his gun ran dry, he tossed it aside, grabbing a large hunk of twisted metal off the ground.
"Nisi tu Deus Domine."
(If not you, our Lady)
Metal in hand, he would charge into the midst of the Slaves, though many of them fought to bypass him, so lost to the pain and blood loss he didn't seem to realize what was going on as he drove the metal into the chest of a slave and tossed the corpse aside. Turning to smash it down on another slave, another invader into Chupak…wait…
He stopped mid swing, his mind trying to come to grips as over a dozen bodies lay around him, slain by his hand and his weapons. More wounds have been accumulated as he seemed to remember where he was. This wasn't the burning of Chupak…this wasn't his home world. His stop would cause another alien to take advantage of the situation as he heard the hover tank before he saw it.
Turning, he had enough time to put a hand up and a silver arm between himself and the onrushing hover tank before it plowed into him. His right arm groaned under the hundred or so ton vehicle before it drove into the wall. It's forward two sets of blades like protrusions that seemed to dig into the concrete to pin him there.
"I will…not break or bow before you…"
He grunted as his fingers dug into the metal and he tried to push it away enough to get one arm free. This would allow him to start smashing a fist into the hull of the tank before its turret swung in his direction. He had just seconds to thrust the arm towards the barrel and shove it inside before its round spat out and reduced both arm and armor to shredded meat and ruptured armor being thrown atop the tank.
The scream that filtered from his mouth was almost inhuman as the agony of having to feel his arm there one second and then gone the next drove him to near madness. Yet the ELS Symbiote would not yet let its contractor die. Not after the debt it owed to him. Another arm, this one more a large tentacle made of the silverish metal, erupted from the stump as the pain seemed to vanish. The metal assimilating properties of the ELS would kick in as the hand holding the tank back started to melt through the outer hull of it. The fist that had been shoved into the barrel had done its job, causing it to peel out from the center after the round tore both the arm and the actual barrel asunder.
The tank would groan as metal was eaten away by the strange material that was the ELS. With a scream the tank crew is exposed as the Knight Lord actually tears open the front of said tank, before the blade like tendril of silver metal rushes in and impales itself through the driver. He would raise a foot up and smash it down atop the metal, opening it enough for him to grab another operator and crush the alien's head within his hand.
++ The Strain is beyond what your body should be capable of Operator…cease! ++
Turning, he would strain, as the final operator would fire into his chest several times, more of his own power armor having been peeled away in the suicidal attempt to block the firing of the primary cannon. Rounds pierced flesh as blood was drawn, though the ELS rapidly replaced his flesh that was damaged with its own. However unnatural strength would help him as he actually would lift the tank. His knees buckled beneath the weight, but with a soundless roar, he actually swung it down and atop a group of aliens rushing to the aid of the tank.
"As the Lady is my Witness…I will not stop until her enemies are scattered ."
Some ten bodies were smashed or violently eviscerated as a direct result. The resulting collision would see any inside the tank still alive dead by this point. Slowly pushing it aside as he stumbled back towards the entrance of the breach. By this point however, other Knights and Guards were moving in to protect the flanks, setting up kill zones as they subdued slaves and wounded from his rampage.
Slowly, he collapsed to his knees, even as hands tried and failed to grab the Knight Lord. His vision blackening and collapsed forward.
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