A Saga of Tanya the Evil/The Irregular at Magic High School crossover.
I do not in any way, shape, or form lay claim to either of these works.
This is just a work of admiration from one fan, to those others that share the same interest.
The only characters or places I lay claim to are those solely of my own creation.
The war on obliviousness: Lo, and I shall become as an angel of death...
Wednesday June 25th 4:30PM. Facility One
So, it's time to hunt, is it?" Tanya says and Visha feels a thrill of anticipation that she has not felt in this intense of a manner for a while. Yes, Tanya may be amazing during times of peace, and seeing her mind at work on a problem is stunning indeed. But seeing her at war? In life and death situations, that is where her Argent, her dear Devil shines.
Like a valkyrie out of the legends, a harbinger of war and death. The chosen of the slain, leading the select few to glory. That is where her Tanya shines the brightest. That is where she is truly hers and hers alone.
As much as she hated battle, she couldn't help but love fighting alongside her Argent.
The trio rushed towards Containment One, the facility that held the armaments that had been developed for the pair, along with the Type 95.
The sounds of gunfire echo through the halls, along with the screams of the dying and wounded. They make it into the facility, the blast doors sealing behind them as the technician's rush about, breaking out the crates and packs pair.
Their combat uniforms are ready, combat fatigues not unlike the flight suits they fought in before, with a heavy armored long coat to go over it. Visha is handed an interface gauntlet and a pair of HUD glasses, along with a modified combat rifle.
Tanya finishes changing into her combat uniform, settling the heavy weight of the Type 95 around her neck, checking it as she picks up her own combat rifle with the few mage bullets they were able so far. Another week or two and she would not have to worry about ammunition. Bad timing, or the urging of a maniacal being, who knows?
As she is handed her heavy combat knife, she sees them handing Visha what looks to be a modern combat entrenching tool. The sight, oddly enough, puts Tanya a bit more at ease. At least they were both prepared for close combat now. At a silent glance and a nod, the veterans of the greatest war their world knew move out. Tanya spins up an illusion at first, letting the phantasmal pair move silently in front of the stalking hunters.
This would be the first time they had engaged in actual combat in this world, but not the first time the pair of them had tested their limits here. Yes, Visha's involvement until now was rather limited, but the integrated CAD she had now instead of her type 97 did offer some advantages, even if flight was not one of them. Those advantages might very well prove to be the edge that wins this engagement, if they can just leverage them properly. Of course, using limited resources to their most advantageous was, after all, what Tanya did best.
Their first contact with the enemy comes as the illusions move stealthily around a corner and into a corridor, the hail of silenced rounds disrupting the copies. Visha is quick to react, firing off the flash spell that she had loaded into one of the many quick-cast slots of the gauntlet interface. The resulting blinding flash of light is all that Tanya and her need as the Argent blazes around the corner and engages the three enemies in brutal and quick close combat. The still small size and lethal efficiency of their opponent proves more than the modern mage force is prepared for as Tanya's entropic mage blade cleaves through like a knife through butter. The ruin left in the wake of her strokes in something out of a horror movie, cuts turning to gangrous masses in a moment as the tides of entropy roll out of control.
Tanya takes down the first two, turning to find the third laying on the floor with a grinning Visha holding a bloody entrenching tool over him. "It seems that you haven't lost your touch, Ma'am." She says as she kneels down to check her opponent for anything of interest.
"And it seems that the most dangerous thing they can give you is still a shovel, Visha." Tanya answers drolly as she does the same, her magical senses scanning the area around them as an illusion of a wall flickers into place, blocking access to the corridor that they are currently in.
"Ma'am, no identifying papers, but he appears to be a chinese national." Visha reports as she pockets her opponent's combat knife and his CAD.
"Agreed, good work." Tanya acknowledged as she touched her throat com. "This is SalamanderActual, three guests have been put to bed, did someone order Chinese?"
"Salamander base to Salamander Actual, thank you for your hospitality, and no one ordered Chinese. Feel free to refuse delivery." Doctor Schugel answered.
"Confirmed, Base. We will see the delivery people out the door." Tanya replied as the pair moved down to another corridor, letting the illusion fade once they were clear. They walked confidently this time, cloaked in the appearance of two of the mages they had dispatched already.
Their next guests were at one of the blast doors, busily setting up explosives to breach the reinforced portal. As the two specialists work, their officer turns and regards the pair oddly before speaking in Chinese rapidly. When the pair down answer, he pulls his gun and aims. His shot never comes, as a grinning Devil is suddenly in his face, a blade sliding across his throat as the other two scramble to deal with the sudden threat that is facing them.
One drops from a pair of air bullets fired by Visha before the last soldier attempts to flee. He doesn't make it far as Tanya's blade punches through his throat from behind as she pulls him back by the hair, dropping his body in a heap on the ground. The pair exchanged looks as they go about the task of booby trapping the bodies using the plastique and grenades that the sappers had on them.
"Three more guests sent to bed." Tanya reported as they moved on, once again sending their phantasmal copies ahead of them. They move with quiet efficiency, heading towards the most strategic locations, the power room and the backup control rooms. So far, the main control room was not in danger of being breached, but if the enemy could compromise either of the other two, they could quickly gain access.
They come around a corner that had been cleared moments ago by their decoys and immediately come under fire, Tanya's mage shell deflecting the bullets as Visha ducks behind her, casting her own barrier spell as fast as she could. There are six of them, partially hidden behind an overturned bench as cover and firing from around the corners of the corridor ahead. Tanya could see a few spells being fired up, unsure of what they might be as she reaches for the Type 95, resorting to the power of the cursed relic. "Sinners, you have walked into His House, and are unwelcome. You have transgressed, and now you shall know His displeasure." She intones, hating the surge she feels when she does, practically hearing Being X gloating in the background as her enhanced explosion spell rips down the barrel, one of twelve rounds she carries.
Time seems to pause as the round hangs in the midst of them before detonating, the blast flattening their scorched bodies and throwing those that had attempted to shield themselves to splatter against the walls. Tanya strides forward, unaware of the various scanners and cameras that had recorded the use of the Type 95 in combat.
"Doctor, did you see that? The flare of her aura when she cast that spell?" One of the duty technicians said excitedly as the Doctor heads over, leaning down to rewatch the enhanced footage. "That...Almost looked like wings, didn't it, or was I imagining it?"
Doctor Schugel watches it, then smirks. "It would appear that our little one is an angel of death, hrm?"
The technician gave her a bit of a worried look at the almost rapturous gleam in the good Doctor's eyes.
In the corridors, the pair continue to make their way towards the main power room, having decided that it is the most likely target, since without main power the blast doors should be easier to deal with.
Stealth had been discarded, the echoing results of the blast having filled the area with its cacophony. Speed and definitive action have always been traits of the Aerial Mage Corpe, and who is to say that the 203rd, even reduced as it is now, would ever forget their basic training? The pair come upon the next group from behind, the enemy turning and engaging as soon as the pair are in the open. Bobbing and weaving, the two specialists close in on the three mages, engaging them in a brutal yet brief close combat exercise. The fast work of the two is a thing of horror and beauty, at least for the short period of time that the first two are able to enjoy it. The third proves to be a more capable opponent, moving to engage Tanya in a fast-paced dance of death. The enhancement spells and reinforcements that the type 95 allow her to layer over herself quickly prove to be the only reason she is able to go toe to toe with someone who has decidedly more and much more thorough training in close combat than the Rusted Silver has attained.
What he doesn't have is one of the most overpowered mage devices on the face of this, or any other earth.
Tanya drops her guard, letting her reinforced coat take the blow as she reaches out and touches his chest, uttering "Oh Lord, from dust we came, and to dust this one returns now." With a golden flash to her eyes, her entropic magic consumes him, centuries passing in the span of moments as she accelerates entropy. Tanya staggered back, the world swimming until the strong arms of her companion bracered her from behind.
"You shouldn't push yourself like that, Tanya." Visha gently scolded her former commander, holding on just a bit longer than was probably necessary for the Argent to recover from using what is still a rather new form of magic for her.
"Well, I can't let them think I am not carrying my own weight, now can I?" Tanya quipped as she stood back up straight, checking herself for injuries. She touches her throat com, addressing the control room. "Salamander Actual to all Salamander units, any other reports of hostiles?"
"That is a negative, Salamander Actual, all guests have been neutralized. You can return to the roost." Came the calm and clear voice of Doctor Schugel over the com.
"Roger, Salamander Base. Actual and Zero-One are enroute for debrief. Actual out." Tanya says as Visha looks her over once more, then the pair start to make their way back towards Containment One for debrief and to return the Type 95 to its containment. Visha can't help but cast the occasional worried look at her former commander, noticing the little tremor in Tanya's hand. Perhaps tonight would be a good night for her to act as a buffer for her companion's restlessness. Not that Visha, herself, sometimes needed that close contact to settle her own nerves.
They check on each group as they head back, finding the remains of the booby trapped bodies, and realizing that at least one person had fallen for their little act of sabotage. Lessons learned in warfare, lessons that it would seem that they had forgotten in this day and age, or had at least not expected from the pair of teenagers.
Once they return and they are divested of their implements of war by the eager technicians, they are walked through the after action report by Doctor Schugel and one of the on-base military assets, then finally the pair are allowed to leave. While they are being driven back to their apartment, security is reinforced at the facility, and Doctor Schugel spends long hours going over the recordings, stopping often on each time the enhanced surveillance was able to catch the feats of magecraft that Tanya performed. The flare of her aura really did resemble wings of light, is the thought that the good Doctor thinks as a grin slowly spreads across her face.
How very fascinating.