The Sounds of Silence (Taskforce Upsilon)

GEAR

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Death rained down upon the avatar of Lasfitot.

Machinegun fire and missiles from the Mironga tore bloody chunks out of the beast's exposed wounds, worsening the existing damage, its blitz-like attack joined by the new arrival, who similarly ran rings about the beast, its knee and elbow mounted blades making targeted incisions that worsened the damage from Onryo's onslaught in a display of teamwork.

The Fabularis' gleaming ice blade smashed clean into the beast's still-ajar throat, spikes of frost erupting out of its various orfices - before the Zankantou of the Grungust came crashing down from above, just as the sun itself became clear in the blue skies, gleaming off its blade. With the force of a War God, the Super Robot's blade slammed down into the behemoth, tearing it almost clean in two in a spray of viscera and otherworldly gore.

Yet, in spite of the horrendous damage..., The two halves refused to part. Strung inbetween them... were glowing threads of bright green, as Dimensional force flowed over the wounded creature, the Sphere atop its body pulsing with raw power. While its Sphere Act had been disabled... it seemed the regenerative powers of the unearthly foe were unimpeded.

"Not yet." Hissed Cassilda from within the monster's "throne room"; "We haven't yet begun to fight."

Her arms spread wide, and tendrils of Prana energy began to stream off her form, as she began to utter a prayer into oblivion:

"O' Lord Lasfitot, with us do 'treat! We implore you - use your Holy vessel, our flesh, to bring peace and tranquility to the unbelievers!"

Yet... Only silence greeted her call beyond. The only response, causing her to stumble in shock, was the Shiseiten rumbling threateningly underfoot.

"Shiseiten…?" She gasped in surprise - but any further words were cut short.

Suddenly, out of the dark... a yellow robed hand placed itself on her shoulder... and a veiled, masked head shook, slowly.

That was all that was needed for the Reactor of the Taciturn Crab to show their displeasure. Their cloaked form was, perhaps thankfully, obscured from view - but even from where she stood, she could see that the wounds visited upon them by the Archbishop of Volkruss were dire indeed... enough that further engagement would be unwise. Were it possible for Cassilda's otherworldly features to have paled... In that moment, they certainly would have, as for the first time in a long while, primal fear threaded its way through her body.

"...Very well." Breathed the priestess of Lasfitot, understanding the message quite clear as she turned her attention back to the assembled Taskforce Upsilon.

"When the planets align... When the Great Leyline rises... We will return, as has been preordained." She said, as the golden fog began to enshroud the bloodied Shiseiten once more, concealing it from view.

"It will be we, the chosen of Lasfitot, the Sirens of Carcossa, who stand victorious... and all of you..?"

Across the battlefield, the same phenomenon occurred - the remaining Trikeras, stumbling their way through the remains of Belfast, began to fade from view, one after another... Until only the last vestiges of the Shiseiten stood before them.

"Will kneel."

...And just like that, it was gone, fading away like a mirage to... Whatever dread dimension had previously contained it, along with its underlings.

Overhead, the sky had returned to its natural form. Waves sloshed below, water pouring into the vast craters left by the conflict... And behind the Air Christmas, fires continued to crackles and blaze in the remains of Belfast, as the distant wail and lights of sirens were clear, winking among the smoke and suffering.

Taskforce Upsilon had survived its first test... but at what price?




On the bridge of the Air Christmas, Brigadier-General Rogers rose out of his seat at last, blinking in the natural, ordinary daylight. It felt to him as if he had been trapped in a nightmare, and he silently uttered a prayer of thanks to any Gods that were watching over him that they had managed to survive. He picked up the receiver that would put him through to the pilots, and gave a simple - yet profoundly sincere - order:

"All teams, please return. Good work out there. You've done us all proud."

With a soft click, it was replaced, and he leaned forward, rubbing his eyes with disbelief, as he begun to think about the devastation left in their wake. His thoughts, however, were interrupted as a supernaturally calm voice made itself known to his left.

"Rogers. How long can we expect this to delay our departure?"

He had almost forgotten the presence of Director Lao, who had watched the spectacle unfold unblinkingly. Even as the Granzon had, for lack of better word, vanished into thin air, he had shown little to no reaction... And now? He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What?"

As if speaking to a particularly slow child, Lao rephrased his statement.

"How will this affect our schedule?"

Rogers features contorted into first an expression of surprise... then, confusion... and finally, disgust, as his fist began to tremble. All of his life, he'd been harried by bureaucrats, and not once had they stopped him from doing the right thing - not then, and not now.

"Belfast is in ruins, Director. We can't just leave it-"

The Director waved a hand, dismissing his concerns as he raised his voice.

"That is irrelevant. Resolving the Lamalice incident is our priority."

"Irrelevant? These are human lives!"

Lao exhaled, slowly, as the two men stared one another down. To Rogers' surprise, it was the Director who blinked first, simply turning on his heel with a contemptuous sigh, as he began to walk away - only to be interrupted as the old man roared after him in anger, rising out of his chair as he did so:

"DON'T YOU FEEL A GOD-DAMNED THING?"

Perhaps appropriately, only silence greeted his outburst, as the Director disappeared down the hallways of the Air Chiristmas, leaving Rogers alone with his fury.




Lao's footsteps echoed down the empty halls - all the personnel had been scrambled to aid in the rescue efforts, and he was grateful for it. in the dark, he could nurse his thoughts, and begin the arduous process of sweeping this all, he thought, under the rug. He would have to issue instructions to the rest of the apostles of Volkruss as well, that their old enemy had returned after all.

Accompanying him, of course, was the other - who would know what their immediate course of action would be, and as he reached the door to his assigned room, he spoke to them, saying quietly as he passed the threshold into the deeper dark:

"Vayne." He said; "Retrieve the Granzon, and the sacrifice. Do not fail us."
 
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MKR

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From beneath the waves all Johanna could do was watch as all attacks collided, and didn't prove to be enough to be lethal. Almost stitch like green threads holding the two halves together. She dreaded a second round with the thing as vulnerable as she was but instead... It opted to leave as mysteriously as it arrived. A sense of relief mixed with dread washed over her.

They survived, but that monster indicated it would be back at some distinct moment of which she had no idea when it was. Only then did she realize that Belfast had been decimated and turned to ash. As the waves bashed against the half destroyed frame of the weissritter during its return voyage Johanna thought, she thought about how they had earned the ire of such a thing. That weird woman had called them followers of the great Destroyer. Who or what this destroyer was was an unknown to her and how exactly they were following it was another.

Then there was the question of how she would even stand a chance next time they encounter this, or something with so much power. The Weissritter wouldn't cut it, sure it did the trick for DAMONs and was just her style of mech but it just didn't have the specs to even remotely compare to some of the other mecha that had even been fielded alongside her. As the Weissritter hit the shore and stared up at the once again moving sky Johanna wondered where and how she would get something that worked just like the Weissritter but could compare to the rest of the taskforce.
 
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Pierce found that he was panting after all that energy he put in. He looked around, warning windows everywhere.
"I've done it now dad. I broke it way worse than I did before." He said in a half-hearted voice. Zankantou changed back to normal before he put it away, closing all the windows and looking around and noticing an IFF on the beach. It was Johanna.
He made the Grungust move. He heard the stressing and creaking of the joints as he went over to the Weissreiter "I know, buddy. We're almost there." He said to the Grungust.
Pierce flicked on the comm, talking to Johanna.
"Hey, Johanna. Need a lift? I think my arms can withstand holding you." Pierce offered as he moved the Grungust's hand to one of an offering gesture.
 
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"Not again!" Onryo muttered as he reloaded the Mironga's weapon when he saw the Shiseiten keep itself together. The boy could hardly stand thanks to the reckless move he pullet off before and God knows how many bones he's broken. But to his surprise the monster started to retreat. "Did we win?" he muttered weakly struggling to stay conscious, his sight getting blurrier by the second. The boy then started coughing out blood. "Huh?" Onryo looked at the blood on the floor. If he wasn't dreaming..He heard a splat as soon as his blood hit the ground. In moments he realized that the mute had been lifted. "Sound's back"

Onryo tried reaching for the radio, his hand shaking as he reached out. His vision was getting worse and worse and his body was losing strength by the second. After a moment the boy finally activated his radio. But he was slowly losing consciousness, he could hardly speak."Som...Somebody..." he muttered weakly along with a few coughs. "Someone....Help.." he finally said before falling unconscious. Now with nobody to balance the Mironga the mobile weapon began to fall.




"Somebody retrieve the Mironga please " Himari said contacting the other pilots on the field before taking a seat, a smirk starting to form on her face. A dark, and intimidating smirk that'd send chills down anyone's spine if they saw her. "What a start..." she muttered "Looks like I'll be busy...Verrrry busy indeed" she said her smirk turning wider and darker. The look in her eyes showed a hunger. A terrifying hunger as if she were a predator stalking her prey. She started giggling while still wearing her dark expression at the thought of what she'll inevitably end up doing. "This is going to be so much fun"

Meanwhile Kaizo was walking down the hallway that led to the bridge. He wasn't in the best shape. His coat was torn up and he had a few scratches on his face and body but nothing too bad. He seemed hardly fazed by his injuries. On his way to the bridge Director Lao passed him completely ignoring Kaizo's presence. "The hell happened to him?" Kaizo asked noticing the wounds on the Director's body and his torn up suit. "Don't tell me he and Rogers went at it... I would've pain to see that! Dammit!" he said stomping his foot and a loud thud echoed through the hallway. "Ahh..It's good to have sound back" Kaizo said as he continued his way to the Bridge.

When he entered the Bridge, the first thing he saw was a very angry Rogers. "Hey there Rogers... You're hardly injured.." Kaizo said as he checked Rogers for any signs of injury, but he had none. "Wait did you actually kick Lao's arse?! Somebody get me the recording! At least the data from the surveillance cameras!! I want it now!!" He shouted at everyone in the room.

"Oh shit..Almost forgot" Kaizo remembered what he came here for in the first place. He pulled out a data drive and put it in Rogers's pocket without his consent "Here ya go.. All the data I managed to record on that Shitstain thing and let me tell ya. It wasn't easy. Had to go outside. Nearly died but managed get..Some data on it, on it's attacks at least anyway.." he said before stepping back and looked at the direction of Belfast. "Man real shame about Belfast huh.." Kaizo said. "There was an orphanage not too far from here. Damn... Should've gotten myself a couple of test subjects when I had the chance" he muttered. "Oh well... You win some you lose some"
 

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Vayne was currently walking down the Hall of the ship, heading for Kaizo’s lab, about to lay it into him about his senseless provocations. Every step giving off the ominous ring of funeral bells. He was, however, intercepted by Lao, though Vayne could already tell what he was going to say. As Lao would approach Vayne, he would, probably for the first time in his life, see Vayne in a state of visible anger, possibly angrier than Lao himself.

“You need not tell me.” His voice was deep and sharp. With those words, he conveyed his intentions with those five words and took his leave. He wanted to give Kaizo a piece of his mind, but more pressing matters were at hand. He would always have time when he returned.

Damned God… Damned Cultists... Doing as they damn well please.

Especially this Damned Brat. She will not get in the way of my plans. Nor will anyone.