Howl, Zankantou! (Shroud II - MK/Sess)

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The wrath of God, and the sword of man.

Down, down came the crashing apocalypse, the sky turned a bloody ruby that swirled and churned.

The Thrudgelmir shot up in response, a lone, glittering point of light headed on an inexorable collision course with the artifact of doom.

Not only was the event witnessed by those below, on the smoke-cowled towers of the Great Axion, but all across Hong Kong and Lantao Island. Men and women fled for their lives, or stopped and watched, some knowing all too well there was no way to outrun what was coming... And waited. The star reached its apex, uniting with the burning meteor in a glimmering helix that crested the horizon.

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The Zankantou slashed out, carving through the superheated air with the force of a God. The sense of the impact reverberated all through its frame, the searing heat scorching its hide, its sheer destructive force, its inevitability challenging the Machine Cells that stubbornly held their ground, metalflesh mending and binding as quickly as it was seared away, the ironwrought beast unwilling to give way. Two possibilities struggled against one another, each trying to force its way, to assert a new future for those below... or a dramatic finale.

It shook with such terrible fury that Roman must have felt as though his arms were going to be torn free from their sockets as he gripped the controls, as the colossal blade dug deep into the satellite, sending bright blue cracks all along its surface.

A moment passed. Two.

Still, the onslaught did not abate - perhaps, he had been too late?

But then-

A noise, audible over even the screaming of burning ozone. A great rumbling and cracking, like the shattering of a thousand glass windows, reverberating all through the Thrudgelmir.

A brilliant blue light, like thunder cast from the arm of Zeus, shot through the satellite, turning the skies from burning red to frigid cerulean in a split second... and the structure at last shattered.

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No gradual collapse was this, no slow work of time's keen edge, but an internal explosion of pure power that sent tiny rockets of steel scattering into the ocean below, a catastrophic thunderstorm turning even the titanic metal plates that had made up its seemingly impenetrable hide being rent and torn asunder above the participants heads. It was like being trapped in the most dynamic, terrible cyclone in all of history, all of it lit by the thundercrack-like explosion of the satellite's core.

Its strange light cast the battlefield in a curious white, as the silent storm roared overhead. Few present could contemplate the significance of what had taken place that day, how it - and they - would be cast in the pages of history thereafter... But for the moment, at least, there was peace.

The battle was won...

But the war for Earth... had only begun.
 

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As plasma coiled about the Thrudgelmir, seemingly hanging still in the air Roman sighed, well. That was the closest he'd ever come to death by meteorite. In fact a lot of them nearly went the way of the dinosaur just because some idiot thought it was a good idea to drop that thing on their heads.
But one thing was sure, it was one hell of an adrenaline rush. One he was not inclined to repeat.

As if on cue, gravity seemed to take notice that the Thrudgelmir was yet in the air and implore that it should descend. Or maybe, just maybe, the strain Roman had put it through had gotten to it at long last as the thrusters on the machine's back finally gave in and caused it to drop to the earth like a sack of bricks. The blade would be the first thing to fall down, the weapon embedding itself in the ground as if it was the mythical sword in the stone, waiting to be pulled out by the worthy whereas its wielder simply collided with the ground.

As such a crater had been left in the wake of the colony drop, it just hadn't been caused by said colony drop. Inside however Roman reeled his head backwards, the descent had been less pleasant than the ascent and that had nearly pressed him into the damn chair.
But, at least one thing still worked. The comms and as such Minerva would get herself a message.

"Well, I didn't bite it. Can't speak for the hunk of metal that was gonna kill us all though." He said with a laugh.
 

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Oddly, anxiety was the dominant thing that Minerva felt watching the satellite collide with the Thrudgelmir. The palpable tension in the air drew her stomach tight with a wave of nausea attempting to stifle the wildly fluttering butterflies in her stomach. For all the sensory stimuli around her, the world felt unnaturally still, silent, and bland. Several minutes was more than enough time to analyze the feelings, but attention rightly lingered on the massive satellite hanging in the air in a desperate battle against one lone man. For a fleeting moment, she wished she was on the ship and with her father.

Then, finally, something gave way. The hanging meteorite was no more, reduced to chunks and shrapnel that rained down around the singular still form in the air. Minerva's grip on the controls of the Caper eased, the relief only momentary before protesting pangs of inconvenient pain radiated up the back of her hands and wrist. Her jaw tightened, cheeks painted with a light blush of frustration. How could she have been so weak minded to allow fear in? She could never feel that again, not for that man...

She cast those thoughts aside, the Caper dashing forward to aid the Thrudgelmir to safety. The pink mech wrapped it's arm under the Thrudgelmir, using it's own power to take most of the strain for Roman. A slight smile crossed the young girl's lips hearing Roman's voice. Relief was evident in her voice. "Good, I'd hate to have to try to feed people to Cuddles for your death. We're still not sure if he makes messes and I'd be the one to clean it up. How bad is your machine damaged?"
 

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Roman let go of the controls, his hands still shaking even with the massive decline done. That was enough excitement for one day he figured. Underneath his pilot suit he was covered in bruises for now he felt nothing but come morning.. Yeah that would be rough. But that was a problem for future Roman, now he was glad to have survived at all. Also that Minerva caught him, that would have been an uncomfortable impact.

"Yeah it'd suck to have to clean up after something that size. Don't envy you if Cuddles over there can cause a mess like that." As he spoke he monitored the screens, yeah that was a lot of damage. Nothing the regeneration couldn't fix but he'd had that on max for a while and instructions were clear to not have it on the maximum output for too long.

"Well damage is nothing it can't repair itself. But it's gonna take a while." As Roman continued he adjusted the settings for the regeneration, setting it on low for now and then lay out in his chair, letting out a sigh.
"Seriously though, who the fuck drops a satellite on an active battle site?" He lamented. His left hand going through his hair, "I might want to borrow cuddles to feed whoever thought that was a good strategy to him. Or if you got any good ways to make someone suffer for as long as possible before then I'd love to hear them."

Roman grunted as he rotated his right shoulder. "Thanks for the catch though."
 

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"Yeah it'd suck to have to clean up after something that size. Don't envy you if Cuddles over there can cause a mess like that."
"To our knowledge he cannot cause such a mess. He does cause other kinds of messes. Collatoral damage, wanton destruction, stepping on people... He doesn't even need to eat, so we don't know where anything he ingests goes. How bad is your machine?" She shrugged and eased the Thrud down to set it on solid ground, a slow process to keep it from making too jarring a landing.

"Well damage is nothing it can't repair itself. But it's gonna take a while."
Minerva frowned, glancing back to the Axion. Perhaps he would be safe if they allowed the pilot to rest for a bit. He DID just save their butts from a fiery death. And they all owed her one for saving them from Ashley's wrath. She was going to call each and every one of them for that debt too. She drummed a finger on the console, weighing the merits of this...

"Seriously though, who the fuck drops a satellite on an active battle site? I might want to borrow cuddles to feed whoever thought that was a good strategy to him. Or if you got any good ways to make someone suffer for as long as possible before then I'd love to hear them."
"There's the usual methods," She answered absently, "Waterboarding, death by a thousand cuts, rat torture, Scaphism, Slow feeding of toxic metals or poisons, injection of various chemicals such as bleach or lye..." Her cheeks reddened. Now he'd think she was crazy, perfect! She was, definitely, unhinged in some way of course. She'd admit that. But most of that knowledge was obtained from curiosity, not intent to use.

"You're welcome for the catch..." She squeaked out in a demure tone. This was going so poorly. She bit the bottom of her lip to force herself into composure and opened the link to the Axion. A deep breath and she mellowed out her tone to a dull one, albiet with a crack of embarassment at first, "Dylan, We should allow this unit time to rest aboard the ship if he wishes. He did just save us from a satalite. And you owe me."