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As the Mercenary League forces rush to the rescue of Nordesvok, they're greeted by scenes of total devastation. Satellite scans can find literally no intelligent biosignatures outside of the capital, where a tiny three percent of the total population has holed up in its last defense. Three percent... and falling.

Still and lifeless sat a body of stirring mechanics. Hibernating, waiting for the right moment to spring into action, but only when desperately needed. The mechanics were at their lowest point of operation; they, the inner workings of a greater structure would be the beginning of the savior machine. The very fabric of nature called out for help in it's near last ditch effort for salvation as the oppressors pressed their might against the meek.

Project nZ; Online.
Initiating WBU structure manifold programming...
Status complete.
Initiating quick reboot;
Consciousness Regained.
RDC powered up.
Power Core Stabilizers online.
1337PWN Processor online.

Status: RFW

Nero stretched his limbs as he lied in his bed inside the CHU designated to him. He blinked a couple times as he restarted his optic system; his lenses were getting used to the light once more. As his focus steadied, he sat up to put both feet on the ground. His hand reached for his chest, where he grabbed a rather thick cable stemming from it, and he twisted and released the wire from his body. "SARA..." Was the first word he let out from his dusty oral cavities. The artificial voicebox resonator calibrated itself to rid the dust from its inner workings.

Power Levels at 100%, Nero.
All defensive and offensive systems are online and fully functional.
White Glint is functional.
Ready for War.

Nero woke up for a reason. He doesn't just hibernate to be ready for just anything. Someone needed his help, and someone had to have needed it badly. The fabric of nature can be found in the degree to which the balance of good and evil have torn it apart of put it together. Obviously, someone made the fabric tear more than it should have. Nero could understand this because of his frequency regulator, calibrated to the nearest hundred thousandth, can find even the slightest change in the mood of a populous. Nero had found a high amount of fear and sorrow originating from the south western end of the continent. "They're making a move on Nordesvok..."
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Within blinding seconds, the air was filled with the roar of Nero's rocket thrusters at his feet and back. Dust and loose papers whirred behind him as he left the compound and gave a quick salute to the lady at the gate, as he always did. His afterburners kicked in as he left the facility, pushing him at mach speeds towards Nordesvok, and having no squadmates on him, he didn't have to slow down until he got there.

The people of Nordesvok were cowering for the most part. Some were putting up a fight as much as they could as they made a fort around what was left of the city. The fight was near-futile as the creatures Nero had faced before were fighting with ease, and the Nordes were struggling. Something was different about these creatures though, something more hostile.

The people could hear one loud sonic boom that made the battlefield stand still. A white streak webbed through the sky, making different sorts of enemies drop to the rummaged city with a still and lifeless thud. Another still moment elapsed. The people stood with immature hopes in their minds. They hoped their savior had come. They hoped that their fight had made a turn for the better.

"Wahhhhhoooooo!" Was the war cry of their hero from the sky. A solid white-bluish beam of light came first, directed at a forty-five degree angle towards the ground troops of the oppressors, devastatingly burning the flesh and armor of anything it touched by way of supernaturally excited electrons and protons. Next, came a perfectly timed barrage of liquid nitrogen missiles in random spots behind the line created by the Plasma Particle Beam. The missiles exploded with a one foot fire explosion followed by a splash of liquid nitrogen to freeze and melt a ten foot radius of hostile mess.

Nero's entrance worked in an inverse morale boost for each side, and also gave the Nordes a little bit of time to rally the troops. Nero hovered down to the crowd of growling and ravaging enemies. The time had come to be a guardian once more, not of something he loved, but of something he had the responsibility and duty to protect.

Both of his arms were retracted into Plasma Particle Beams, and he charged them up for another strike.

((Psst. Ratchet. There's no one there. Three percent of an already tiny population remains. Everyone still alive is in the capital city. ("Vhar'dunn")))

Wielder watched on the monitor as a bright beam pierced the horizon over the Capital City. He checked the unit radar: Nero. A pilot came over the radio. "HOLY! Is that one of ours?" Wielder checked the info of the pilot.
"Private, what you just saw out there was one of the toughest bastards you'll ever have the chance to fight alongside. Over." Wielder switched channels. "Ground resistance, our preliminary strike has just arrived. I'll try and direct him to direct defensive action. Over" Channel switch. "Nero, Wielder. Any Nord still alive is in the royal palace of Earth. It's a dome on the outside, with a single trench lining it at ground level. It's about... 350 meters southwest of your position. They need relief, and quick." He checked a timer in the corner of the screen. "Need you to hold them for another five minutes. By then I'll be able to lay down a lot of fire. Over."

"Doomshot, this is Wielder. I need you to hang on for just a few more minutes. We're at top speed, need four minutes to get in fire range." He began the booting sequence for the targeting systems. He continued talking as he flipped the various switches. "Pull back all forces to under the dome. I'm gonna be saturating the area. Hang on..."

Wielder stopped, something was coming up on Radar from behind. "Sir, this is Mobius One. I'm taking my squad in. ETA one minute. We need a designation." Wielder checked their fighter types: Warhawks, six of them, capable of both jet and hover engagement. Wielder switched to their channel. "Mobius Squadron, drop cluster bombs in hexagon pattern around the royal palace Dome. Come around, have half of your squadron go hover. Strafe as necessary. Over." Switch back to Nero. "We got Warhawks in bound near the palace. Cluster bombs, followed by hover and strafe. Need you on those TerrixDarriks. Over." Doomshot. "Warhawks inbound, ETA One Minute! Pull back all forces. Expect cluster bombs, then hover support. Over." Wielder watched as the battle zone began to come into view on the radar.

Damian "Doomshot" Olivander
Major General
Entrance of Royal Palace

"Warhawks inbound, ETA One Minute! Pull back all forces. Expect cluster bombs, then hover support. Over."

"Wielder, if we make it out of here alive I'm going to buy out an entire bar for you," Damian replied gratefully. "A minute I can do, Over."

Damian switched his transmitter to the Nordesvok channel, "All remaining Guardians of Earth units, you have one minute to withdraw to the dome, bombs are on the way. Any remaining Priest's Protectors are to regroup at Main Entrance with me. Over."

Even while Damian was on the radio, he continued to slash and hack at the Orrikons that broke through the trench line. He had long since abandoned any concept of finesse and fancy swordplay, preferring to simply dispatch the creatures as fast as possible. Only one more minute for salvation, he thought, and four more for deliverance. I hope some of the magic users survived, we'll need them before long.

Magnus ven Magnusson
Initiate, Guardians of Earth
Further down the trenches

Magnus ven Magnusson was extremely fatigued, having fought a fighting retreat almost all day. Even so, he continued to fight on and drove his sword deep into another of the Orrikon. He then wrenched out the blade and heard the radio squawk. He reacted immediately vaulting up the wall. Upon clearing the trench, he fell to the ground limp, a bullet having turned his brain into a fine mist. While the defenders had fired their last bullets a long while past, the enemy still had plenty more. The enemy's guns were crude and inaccurate but it mattered very little against the sheer numbers.

Similar scenes repeated all along the trench as the Guardians withdrew to the protection of the dome. More than one third of the Guardians were lost in the mad dash for the cover of the dome. Nevertheless, the rest of Guardians made it to the protection of the walls and took cover in hidden entrances and bomb holes.


(Also Ratchet please keep all OOC chatter to the Revres OOC thread.)

There seemed to be an endless horde mof demons sweeping towards the Capitol building, with their Numbers increasing as new postals opened and closed, bringing in fresh Illikins, Orrikons, Rakkirriks, and Naxxdaerus. The people in the palace didn't have much time, maybe only seven minutes at the most, before the full tide hit them, and they were overrun as a literal wave of demons swept across them, wiping out all traces of their existence of this mortal planet.

High above the city, another portal opened, a few hundred feet in Diameter. Crackles of electricity shot forth from it, repelling anything that might enter through it. It appeared to be charging, to let loose something massive into the world, but nothing happened yet.

☸☸Ratchet Lombax☸☸

Ratchet stood on a down enemy that was on top of the trees and watched as the GML was engaging the enemy on the palace. Ratchet raised his hand to turn on the com unit in his ear to speak with the Ex-Ops units in the area. "This is Ratchet, It looks like the GML have everything in check. Clear your areas and move back to the island base and stay there in case any creatures move on there. As for the people we helped out this area. Make sure everyone is ok then we will see what needs to be done after." Voices from the Ex-Ops units came over Ratchet's ears and Stingers,Ground units, and snipers all started to pull out to the south beaches to hold in case any creatures come that way. A few units stayed behind to cover the homes and other important locations that are still standing.

Ratchet then slowly started to walk along the bridges looking at the GML moving to the castle.
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