(That's a good point, they would be the most likely to commit suicide first. I was thinking about long term effects with this RP and PTSD, and would be quite surprising to see the DCDF and other regularly trained forces to last at least two weeks or a month.)
Atarii and all those his men rounded say in pitch black, waiting for the coming bombardment, waiting...and waiting...But Atarii knew it was a ride to draw those in safety out thinking they were safe, so Atarii had to keep those that weren't Gloriians under control and not leave, as they didn't know that leaving would be exactly what the Gloriians wanted. After almost 6 hours of waiting in absoulete silence and darkness, explosions started rocking the area and the screams of jets filled the spaces between the explosions. It wasn't long before the sound of whimpering and groaning filled the room as the men with Atarii and his men started shivering from the severity of the bombardment, the constant fear of one bomb hitting their building and trapping them, and the knowledge there was absolutely nothing they could do about it, and Atarii knew it was only so long before one of them ran out into the hell storm outside likely was.
Damien was all too familiar in being in situations such as these. He remembered having to last an entire month in his lonesome during his 19 years as a Ranger, and another similar situation occurring between him and the Legion. He remained by himself, sitting in an isolated corner of the room and simply sat with his legs crossed, his 45 pistol at his feet. After 6 hours, the four Brotherhood Paladins he was stuck with alongside three DCDF soldiers were starting to get nervous and think about the negatives, such as the possibility of the roof collapsing and trapping them with escape becoming impossible. Yet, they began to wonder why Damien was so calm. Wondering that how the westerner kept his cool while the world was ending, again. Damien's group lived in fear of being trapped inside, panicking almost yet remaining quiet. But the courier simpily sat, with his eyes closed thinking. His almost superhuman degree of discipline setting an example to the others he was with. All good things must eventually come to an end, one of them would eventually lose their minds and run outside...
The bombardment lasted many hours before finally letting up, but over the course of that time, Atarii already had far too many run out in the open, thinking that being out in the open was better than being trapped, just before being blown apart by heat-seeking missiles from the planes. To relieve the mood, Atarii lit his flashlight and shined it around the room, across the guant, stress-filled faces of the men with him, "I think we should eat..." He muttered
One of the soldiers quickly run out of a building and make her run across the street, hoping to get her to make it inside another empty building. Upon doing so, the sound of a missile from a plane quickly made it's way down. The solider, knowing her death was near, tried to make it across the road. She had survived the explosion, but barely after she lost both of her legs and had no medical equipment on her. She cried out in agony before putting her sidearm to her head and pulling the trigger to end her suffering. Taylor tried to discourage her from making it across simply saying that it was suicide, but the solider was eager for action and arrogant of the situation taking place. The female solider had sent herself to her death, and all Taylor could do was watch as she died. Three minutes later, the sound of another explosion in the far east of the city rocked the building she was trapped in. It seemed some of the Pitt citizens could not take the silence anymore.
After a brief hour interlude in the bombardment, the whistle of shells began hitting the area, and occasionally, the ground would rock in a different way from most of the ground bursts, signaling a bunker buster missile. Other times, the sound of collapsing buildings filled the air alongside the carpet shelling, which Atarii prayed to all the gods he could think of that they wouldn't fire gas at them, especially XVI... He had been shown the horrows of that gas before leaving Celon with the Sirimii and XVI, how it would literally fuse with and burn off any organic matter it contacted, causing anyone exposed to it in really any concentration beyond trace would kill a person in 10 seconds, dying the most painful death imaginable as they are burned and pretty well melted inside and out, usually destroying the entire skin and digestive tract, and just about anywhere the gas molecules could reach. With inanimate objects, it often leaves a black stain that cannot be washed off unless using a special chemical mixture that could clean off all the organics fused with the object, and also blast away the first 1-3cms. Atarii shuddered as he returned his gaze to his men, having previously counted already 10 missing, out of 50 natives... - - Auto Merge - - (XVI gas is one of the feared "Mad Weapons" spearheaded by Emperor Septimii the Mad, it is meant to kill ALL life forms of an area right down to the bacteria, and render it uninhabitable for days or weeks or even months depending on how much and how concentrated it was. Septimii was planning on using XVI mixed with its not so potent XVIS gas(simply kills all large animals of an area.) and also nuclear warheads mixed with "Big Wave" ICBMs (Big Waves were meant to go fast that the explosion they produced would create a shockwave powerful enough it would flatten any building in a 5 KM radius) to "cleanse the world of all non-Gloriian things, and make way for a new era of peace on Terra under Gloriian rule". Yea, he was called "the Mad" for a reason. oh, he also commissioned the creation of Terra's first Mass Acceleration Cannon, a common armament on all Terrean spaceships and in orbital/system defense systems)
(I was thinking something along those lines of the XVI effects, but without the stain it leaves behind afterwards being so permanent.) Damien was aware of the Bunker Buster bombs being dropped, yet kept his composure, while he could hear the screams of nearby buildings of those freaking out. Even the Paladins were considering running out of the building, but knew that death would await them outside. Out of his group of 9, 7 were against leaving the building. All of them would rather be crushed or trapped by the collapsing building then be exterminated outside like vermin. One thing that did arise was loud yet muffled sounds coming from nearby buildings, the unmistakable sound of gunfire. This would have only led to one thing, it was starting to happen. Suicides began to arise between the former Raider soldiers of the Pitt as they placed a gun to their head or mouth. Taylor's group was dealing with the same ordeal, but on a larger scale due to the little cover the buildings had left. The ground shook once more and seemed like it would never end until eventually, a deathly silence befell upon the Pitt. (The thread views are OVER 9000!)
(Hm...you wanna start with a post about the Chosen One and the NCR's ordeal in Arroyo under the same, albeit even more intense, bombardment?)
Meanwhile on the West Coast Within the past half month, the NCR had been brutally kicked down by the constant bombardment undertaken by Terra. With New Arroyo being the only last major settlement still under complete NCR control, things were not looking good. The town center was bombarded with well over a hundred rounds and left the city's main park and capital building almost utterly destroyed, alongside many smaller homes nearby. The survivors of the bombardment, made up of families hiding from the shells kept in their homes. Some of them having the luxury of bomb shelters underneath their home much safer then the ones on the surface. The presidents bunker was underneath where his original tent was in his youth, instead of underneath the town hall which served as a giveaway. Those inside the presidential bunker made up of the last surviving NCR officials and Generals in the nation tried everything . The President sat in his office, the light from his lamp very dim as the ground shook above him. His bottle of wine spilling over the wooden table across documents indicating the losses of it's territory since the war began. He had the radio on for everything about the NCR's current position. And an old loaded Ranger Sequoia at his side....
Atarii looked solemnly at the room full of slaughtered dead, the bombardment had finally ended, likely due to need to conserve ammo for further attacks, but these room had not been killed in the bombardment. He knelt down and studied a body as the rest of the priima squiida of his ciintura walked slowly across the room, he sighed as he stood up, it was like the room those in the room went mad and killed themselves, but there was no sign of mass struggle, just body after body lying dead, with only those further from the entrances looking like they had any kind of confusion and resistance, and he knew what that meant, but he needed proof, and he would rather not believe so without, because if his suspicions where correct... "Sir! Look!" a soldier suddenly called out, "What is it Hada?" Atarii asked in return as he walked over to Hada, seeing a shiny object in his hand, and a shiver went right down his spine as he looked at it, "Magniitiums...They're inside the city..." he muttered quietly with fear, looking up at Hada, then turned to look see another soldier holding up a half torn off patch, probably torn off by a person who attempted to fight the Magniitiums with his bare hands. Atarii snatched the patch shread out of the soldiers hands and swallowed again, "The 175th Magniitium legio..." he muttered as he recognized the distinctive Bloody Eagle of the infamous 175th, one of the best Magniitium legios in the entire military, and one of the first deployed to the Far West during the Far Regions War, and the one responsible for hunting and killing their leader, Almada Vaki of Westor, who masterminded the attack on the capital that killed 2 million... "They are serious about killing us...arent they?" a soldier breathed out "How are we supposed to fight the 175th?! And whatever reinforcements they have with them?!" a soldier cried out in despair, "We are just a ciintura from the 152nd! And we are mere Riigula! And our only reinforcements are a group smaller than the size of a legion that barely how to fight a true military!!" Atarii took a deep breathe and sighed, "I don't know Doviia, I don't know...And surrender is definitely not an option, knowing what I've heard of the 175th, they'll just slaughter us all, just like they did here, just like in the Far West..." "You think we should break the news Atarii?" Vaned asked, "We can't keep the fact that this is the fifth such room slaughtered in the few hours since the bombardment began..." Atarii sighed, "No, not to everyone. They may not know how dangerous the 175th is, but they do know how dangerous Magniitiums are, and we cant have them scared out of their minds and unable to sleep before the coming battle..." he turned towards the entire squad, "I think it's best if we just tell Damien, Taylor, and Ashur, if they're still alive." he said sadly, all those there knowing that those three would likely be among the first targets once their leadership positions were found out, and that they likely would never get the chance to resist. Then, just as Atarii turned to leave, he heard the sound of a hunk of metal hitting flesh, looking down just in time to stare wide eyed at a grenade just before it hopped up and sent a debilitating shock net through the room, causing Atarii and the entirety of his squad to collapse to the ground, shaking and twitching violently from the shock, and Atarii was concious just long enough to see a masked face staring down at him, a mask of the 175th paratrooper Magniitiums... "You're being repatriated, comrade. Be thankful, you get to avoid being purged like the rest of the scum of this city." the soldier said down to Atarii with an evil sound in his voice as he faded into unconsciousness, unable to respond, and when he woke, he and the rest of his ciintura would have been spirited far away from the Pitt...
Upon poking their heads out of the cover of the buildings, news of the bombardment finally stopping provided some relief to the Pitt, unaware of what is soon going to unfold. The moment they stepped outside, they were greeted by the eventual arrival of Glorian soliders, unaware of exactly who they were yet , and were massacred those who's temptation of leaving the safety of the houses proved to be their downfall. The moment gunshots were heard, yet alone who it was, sent panic shockwaves across the entire DCDF and soldiers of the city. Damien, still sitting down opened his eyes after hearing an awful sound from outside. He instantly stood up and picked up his weaponry, and the flagstaff he carried. "Somethings wrong." he said coldly. "Alert the others, tell Taylor and Asher of what's happening outside. If they are still alive...."
Magniitium squads deployed to various places inside and out of the Pitt, a process started during the bombardment thanks to the cover it provided. Creeping room to room, they got into positions that would make them nigh impossible to chase out by the starved, shaken troops inside the Pitt, and this time, there would be no escape, as not only was the 175th Magniitium infiltrating the city and killing off any group they came across, but there was also the 539th Riigula and 154th Mixed defending every exit from the city, and in loose enough formation that a repeat of DC was impossible. The commander of these forces, dysperator Giivus, was determined to crush the last bit of resistance on the East Coast, and he had made sure he had three more Roses set up with a special warhead of XVI in case something happened, a sort of failsafe....
All resistance that had been trained, equipped and battle ready fell very rapidly. For every 50 Terran Glorians they killed, they lost over three times that amount. Despite the fierce battle that the DCDF put up against their enemy with whatever weapon they could use, it still provided a failure. Attempts to flank the Terran's with Flamethrowers and Heavy Incinerators proved useless but also took the attention away, allowing the heavy troopers of the DCDF to fire whatever heavy weapons they still had, mostly made up with Missle Launchers and FatMan launchers. The effectiveness of heavy weapons lost their charm quickly,and it was back to square one for the DCDF as they kept getting slaughtered. Taylor and her squad of battle hardened former Brotherhood Paladins composed of Sarah and the last survivors of Lyon's Pride rushed to the frontlines. Damien on the other hand racked up considerable head shots by himself, with his own personal team acting as Sniper support nearby. Despite this, this was not enough. Escape was impossible, and their opponents were outnumbered, out-trained, out-gunned and out of their minds in the purge they were committing. Unknown to the XVI gas, they kept fighting and struggling heavily to push back their enemies. Damien knew about the XVI gas from his days in Celon, the infamy and legends they inspired among the military. As soon as the DCDF actually began to turn back the tide, they would be bombarded by the gas then melted alive inside and out. Victory seemed impossible.
(Hey...You do know know that there isn't a real front line? The Magniitiums are just scattering across the Pitt as hidden as possible, setting up ambushes, etc. There isn't really any big fightig or anything...)
(I just went ahead and made something for the plot advancement, there could be several different "frontlines" around the city in different places, but would most likely be where the fighting is the fiercest. Even then, the actual fighting itself is small.)
(Alrighty. Oh, and even though it seems like humanity is doomed to fall, I have an idea that will help, basically, a problem on Terra that requires some, if not all troops withdrawn of something like that.) - - Auto Merge - - (Actually, I'll just go ahead and start it, to Terra!) "What do you mean, "immediately withdraw from Earth?!" Emporer Titus yelled angrily at the United Council(basically Terra's UN) "We mean, yes, we understand that you have troops on Earth trying to pacify and stabilize it and give us access to much needed raw materials, but your Celona act has been so successful already that we have determined that the positives simply don't match up against the genocide and cost of this venture of yours. You are the only voice left on this council that wants to continue the attack on earth, which we expect, considering the Celonian rebels, but this is a fight you have to back down from, there is just too much of a cost to maintain this war of yours. And if you refuse..." King Marvelo of the nation of Fantom replied cooly, mostly to try to sooth the Gloriian leader out of fear of his power and control of the food and manufacturing heart of Terra. "Yes I know, Glory gets ejected from the UC and declared an Enemy of Terra for disrespecting international law, which would result in all of us losing." Titus replied before sighing sadly, "I'll try to get the jump to earth re-established and withdraw the troops...l "good!"
The fight for the entire East Coast began to spiral out of control for the DCDF. They all began to lose more soldiers then they could replace, and it was taking a huge toll on their already impossible chance of victory. Damien, running out of ammo quickly and most of his ammo seemingly having no effect on his opponents, ran back as quick as he could while providing cover fire with the last ammo in his pistol before switching to his Hunting Rifle and taking them out from afar. Taylor had little success with Sarah and the Lyons Pride as their Energy Weaponry barely took down the Magniitium’s they encountered. Sarah herself was badly hurt, and three of the soldier’s that followed them fell quickly. Nobody knew of Asher’s survival, Haven itself fell to the ground during the first stages of the bombardment. All they knew was that his family were safe underground alongside the research the cure had brought forth, Asher himself remained a mystery. The Courier and the LW soon encountered each other as they both fired upon the Magniitium’s. Lyon’s pride gathering a suicidal square formation to stop their attacks from each side and giving them time to escape. Sarah looked back, regretting it soon after as she watched the last of the Lyon’s Pride, soldiers she had been serving for over 15-20 years and known them her entire life, drop to the ground in the blink of eye.
The Magnitiums scoured in their scouting groups, taking very little casualties as they quickly ran around and got to cover whenever under fire. All in all, they had penetrated all the way to Uptown, causing great casualties and confusion. But then, when all seemed lost, and a mere 9 hours after the Magniitiums penetrated the city, they suddenly and quietly slipped away just as the sun began to sink behind the horizon. little did they know, the same was happening across the American Wasteland, even in Arroya where Gloriian troops suddenly withdrew, after getting a mere 140 meters from Winter's Bunker. Overnight, the nearly 195 legions left under Gloriian command retreated from the Wasteland, withdrawing all the way back to Terra, leaving hundreds of thousands of dead bodies, if not millions. And left what civilization had survived since the Great War in yet more weakened of a state, with Celon being the only nation mostly intact left...
