Godzilla E-War

[TyrannoTitan]

"Not so fast!" Aeonus called, disappearing in a flash of light, many of the projectiles aimed at him slamming into the ground, or streaking off into the air where he once was. The strange being appeared in front of Slypher, a wave of semi-transparent enemy splashing over the area around it, including the PWNT machine, though no damage seemed to be done to it. Instead, the machine's movements were slowed to the point of almost being completely still. Aeonus, temporarily disabling the shield, smashed one of its stinger-armed appendages onto Slypher's head, the blade piercing the armor to a point, acting like a lightening rod to the energy powering the machine.

Using the force of the attack to push himself above the dragon-like mech, Aeonus lashed out repeatedly with his longer tendrils, smashing them against the neck of the machine. Lifting himself higher into the air, the strange being seemed to stop levitating, hammering its legs into the middle of Slypher's back, the fall itself being made almost a blur, the accelerated speed maximizing the damage. As Aeonus floated back, the speed of the machine returned to normal, all of the attacks' force coming in at once, twisting its body awkwardly while also sending it plummeting toward the ground.

[Doc 42]

Slypher contorted horribly, tumbling through the air, a mechanical screech rippling out of it, with a short pulse of it's thrusters, the dragon levelled, it's armour dented, but in most parts, the damage was spread out rather than focused. the delayed nature of the hits allowing the dragon to move with the force and prevent any from penetrating or causing internal damage, however, the armour was weakened considerably by the battering, the strike to it's head causing the most damage.

It spun around, back facing the ground before curling it's wings around, blue light illuminating the machine's underside as it released the energy stored in it's CPM's, a blue continuous beam blasting into Aeonus above, it's salvo of missiles launching as well, firing off around it and arcing up, creating a hexagonal cage of green projectiles, but not directing them into the target yet...

Dragonfly replied shortly "Good. I provide aerial support for the syndicate. I will be your contact for the duration of the situation. If you have any current questions, please feel free to ask now, before I begin."

[Iceking]

MKG messaged:"The question that has been on my mind since I was last contacted is what is the objective for this current mission? The last few questions I asked provided me with information about the signs indicating the unknown creature currently at large on the planet."

[TyrannoTitan]

Aeonus sighed, the beam seeming to melt into the shield itself, reappearing on other parts of it, directing it into the various projectiles the dragon had launched, moving about the shield to hit the various missiles, the action doubling the drain on the shield, however...

[The Kingpin]

another beam joined Slypher's adding to the force against Aeonus, Bane unleashing a continuous beam at the creature, keeping it going for as long as it took. using the Mental Comm link A-Mec gave him, he said "If you have any ideas, now would be the time to try them"...

[Doc 42]

Slypher readjusted the positioning of his hands, organising the CPM's so that Bane's beam was reflected into the back of his own, releasing both as a single beam. the remaining missiles detonated early, releasing as clusters instead, the bomblets arcing towards Aeonus from the sides.

From miles down below, Rothgar fired a salvo of his own missiles, dust ripping up around him as the green projectiles rocketed up into the air, arcing in a J shape.

Dragonfly replied "Our objectives are simply to push ourselves in as a presence as the conflict unfolds and take advantage of any power vacuum. This will mostly involve monitoring the situation, however, you must be preapred for targets of opportunity"


A powerful laser shot out of Mekku, striking placentra directly on, the beam melting the smaller Duvan'rah, Rekku using his manipulators to pull the scorpion apart, rearranging it and caving out a hole in it's chest, the frame building up around the scorpion's body...

[Iceking]

MKG replied:"Understood. I am now ready to begin." As he did this, he growled to Megapede:"There is currently an unknown creature on this planet and is suspected to be attacking it. According to the human operative I have messaged, we are to get involved in this situation and to take advantage of any chance we have to prevent the attacker from gaining power, no doubt in the form of allies." Megapede nodded silently to MKG, his interest in what was going on growing...

[C S]

Placentra's eye dilated slightly, becoming larger as he watched his form ripped apart, the new body taking form miraculously. Though he couldnt feel physical pain, or any other sensation, the process was beyond his imagination...

[TyrannoTitan]

Aeonus grunted, disappearing in a flash of light, appearing on the other side of the machine, letting the bombs plummet to the ground, while the beams were launched into the air. The strange being's crest began to glow violently, releasing a stream of aging energy at the distracted dragon's back.

[The Kingpin]

"Horus here. we engaged the Duvan'Rah...both sides took alot of damage...couldn't finish it though. some generic bystanders dove in and started fighting...we had to retreat to avoid getting hit in the crossfire...Duvan'Rah is still active, but i doubt it'll be fighting for a while....what's Osiris' status?" came a message to Placentra, the Dragon himself a fair distance away, continuing to consume the construction site in order to repair the damage he had taken from the fight...


the beam streaked across the side to correct the aim, Bane continuing to put sustained pressure on the alien creature's shield, hoping to at least try and stop it from attacking Slypher...

[Doc 42]

With a deafening sonic boom, Slypher darted to the side, out of the beam's path, now able to make full use of it's agility. Releasing a roar, the machine twirled around and then darted downwards, disappearing in a blur and slowing back to normal cruise speed near Rothgar. It unfurled it's hands, palm's facing towards Aeonus, little more than a dot in the sky. Rothgar looked over his shoulder at his ally, then twisted his chest, firing his shock rifle's right into the Dragon's palms, Slypher seamlessly reflecting the hyperspeed projectiles up at the time altering creature in the sky, the shots reaching it in moments after firing.

[C S]

"Bad time. Contact you later" Placentra messaged back urgently to Horus. The dragon was lucky that the scorpian even got the message. Being taken apart and about to be put back together would deactivate almost every system he had...

[Doc 42]

Dragonfly replied "Excellent. Could you please give me a detail on your weapons systems and other specifications? "

The tool's continued their work, connecting the frame in progress to placentra's original skeleton, keeping the head attached via a data cable, but held above the scorpion's old body. It's weapons were put to the side for now, while Mekku and Rekku finished the basic skeleton.

[Iceking]

MKG messaged:"Uploading requested data now." He began upload to Dragonfly data about his triple laser beam, capture cabels, machine hand restraint, his system to send shocks through the capture cables and machine hand restraint, his energy shield, solar pannel wings that enabled him his main flight, the gravity beams from his organic heads and the jets on his back. The proccess of uploading only took a few seconds, but the cyborg was willing to wait while the human operative analyzed the data...

[C S]

Placentra went into a form of hybernation, as per his fragment. Having his body be disassembled triggered the Dead Gaze idol to go inactive, waiting to reactivate when his combat form was complete...

[TyrannoTitan]

Aeonus turned with blinding speed, the movement itself completely a blur, as the beam was now pointing toward the incoming projectiles, which began to age millions of years at a time, the energy falling apart in a split second, the remainder of the beam now rushing toward Rothgar and Slypher, the beam currently bomarding the strange being made to shoot toward them as well.

[Doc 42]

Slypher darted to the side, out of the beam's path, reaching out just long enough to snag Bane's reflected beam and harness it's power, bouncing it between it's palms like a ping pong ball.
Rothgar meanwhile grabbed a huge chunk of rock and lifted it up, letting it take the brunt of the beam while he dived underground. Slypher broad cast a message to the rest of the squadron, co-ordinating with them "Firing, 3, 2, 1." Slypher released the charged beam, a combination of his own and Banes, firing it as a single pulse into Aeonus....

Mekku and Rekku finally finished the frame's structure, using a grav beam to replace the Dead Gaze shard, waiting for Placentra to come back online so that they could relate to him the next stage of construction. The restrainsts were still applied, to prevent the duvan'rah from trying to move before it was ready.

[C S]

Placentra's black eye suddenly lit up around the edges, a white glow eminating. The light flickered before several orbs danced around his black eye, moving in a circle before. Suddenly, all went dark, leaving the robot as it was before, still with a seemingly bottomless pool of darkness for an eye. Finally, several moments later, Placentra said "It is good to be awake again"

[The Kingpin]

Bane took the information broadcast by Slypher and moved accordingly, moving sideways in an attempt to make redirecting his beam at his allies more difficult for the alien, while intensifying the beam, his dorsal plates shimmering and flickering between white and gold as he put more power into the blast...the more power being put in, the more effort it would take, theoretically, to redirect it...thus weakening the Alien's shield's strength...Bane hoped that the logic behind that applied to this alien beast...against it, he had seen enough seemingly impossible stunts to last him a lifetime...

Horus, somewhat bewildered by the Duvan'Rah's response, reared up onto his hind legs, his arms hanging low over his chest, to the sides, almost like a cat, as he peered towards where he had left Placentra and Osiris...what he saw...was both recognisable as Placentra...and yet completely different...and to further that, he noticed the two other Duvan'Rah sharing Osiris' frame were active...his eyes narrowed, growing somewhat curious as to what exactly was going on, but for now, remained silent and watched...

[TyrannoTitan]

With a sigh, Aeonus disappeared in a flash of light, reappearing next to Slypher, the shield engulfing the mechanical dragon, searing its armor with its chaotic energy in a split second, the energy slowing its movements greatly at the same time. "You scraps of metal are quite annoying...you know not what you deal with." the being hisses to the machine, before the dragon is launched toward the ground by a strange pulse of kinetic energy.

A group of people walked through the chilled halls of the installation, as old as their order, their faces concealed under masks, to cope with the frigid temperatures outside. The group stepped just outside of a sealed doorway, the metal panels sliding apart, sending a gust of hot air into the hall. As the group stepped inside, the door sealed shut behind them, once again containing the heat, the group immediately shedding the warm winter gear for a more comfortable set of clothing underneath.

A man, already inside the structure stepped forward, greeting the new arrivals with a nod. "Good to see you all made it. With such chaotic times, safety is a hard thing to guarantee." the man said with a grim smile, gesturing toward a long rectangular table positioned in the center of the room. Two members of the group, still removing some winter gear, tossed the clothing to the side before having a seat on either side of the table, with the man returning to his seat at the end.

The first of the three, the man at the end of the table, was an aging gentlemen of British origin, having been one of the founding members of the Global Defense Force. He, so long ago, had met up with the various other surviving nations in the same room to discuss the survival of the human race itself. He had brown hair, which was now greying from both stress and age, with a fairly long moustache of equal parts grey and brown. This man, of course, was the European Commander and dispatcher.

The second, a women of African origin, was seated on the left side of the long table, around the age of 30, one of the newest primary divisions of the GDF: the Off-Country Commander. She was in charge of the various outposts existing in monster-infested territory, as well as the monitoring of the monsters themselves in most cases. She had a few noticable scars across her face, the result of the worst monster attacks in human history, hitting South America, Africa, and Australia during the initial appearence of the creatures. She had fought for her country during its constant fighting before the monsters appeared, and joined with the other nations of the world, alongside other small countries, but quickly proved herself amongst the GDF ranks.

The last, a young man sitting opposite the Off-Country Commander, was the youngest of the three, having been chosen to stand as the North American Commander after his father retired. The black haired man was only in his early twenties, which brought many to question his capabilities as leader, but the man brought new ideas to the table, compared to the logicall Off-Country Commander, and methodical European Commander. Most of these ideas were quick reactions, which made him useful in emergency situations.

"I'm sure you called us here for a reason, then." the North American Commander said after a few moments of getting settled, the various other members of the party now standing, silent, on the opposite end of the table. "Indeed, there is much to discuss. First and foremost...we must deal with this...creature...that has been targetting our defenses and our citizens." the European Commander stated, hands clasped together tightly in front of him. "We must bide our time. We cannot let our only defense crumble against this creature. Direct confrontation should be avoided." the Off-Country Commander commented, glancing at the others with a serious expression. They all nodded. "But what about Tyvexious? He was built to deal with multiple threats at once...surely, if any one of our mechs can defeat this creature, it would be him." the North American Commander replied, a hologram of the mech in question appearing automatically on the center of the table.

"No. Even with such a threat looming over our heads, the monsters will not stop their attacks on our remaining cities. If we have most of our units focused on the task ahead, Tyvexious is the most capable when it comes to dealing with threats one after another without the need for refuel or repair." the European Commander stated, leaning back in the chair, while the others reluctantly agreed. "And what of G1? And Jackson?" the North American Commander questioned, leaning forward slightly. "The repairs on G1 are going smoothly. The mech should be back online soon enough, and Jackson will have to wait until his talents are needed again. Spinnerax, however, is of more concern. Its mechanical needs have been met, but we can do little to its organic half. Stimulants have been given to accelerate regeneration, and its wounds appear to be healing well enough, but this creature being an alien...we can't be sure."

"However, this does give us more time to study the cyborg, and we have done just that. We have discovered something...disturbing about its technology." The European Commander went on, the others giving him curious looks. "It is Vortaak, is it not?" The Off-Country Commander questioned. The aging man nodded. "It appears to be...but our scientists have discovered strange differences between it and recovered Vortaak technology. It appears to be replicated, not originally made by the Vortaak." he went on, frowning. The others sat forward, eyes wide. "Replicated on Earth? How is that possible? We've come close to their technological capabilities...but cannot replicate it in such an exact way." the Off Country Commander said, the hologram changing to that of Spinnerax, displaying various repairs done to the Vortaak technology on the cyborg, which had been replicated almost falselessly with Earth machinery.

"That, my friends, is about to change." the aging man stated, smirking, as a new machine replaced the image of Spinnerax, looking like a strange tank. "Combining our information about Vortaak plasma technology and the new information received from studying Spinnerax, we have devised a way to make plasma weaponry on a small scale. We can now equip basic defense forces with this weaponry." he continued, various specs about the tank now becoming visible, the machine itself being labeled "Templar". "Plasma? Our mechs have been outfitted with such things for years. Its old news." the North American Commander said, waving a hand dismissively. "But not on such a scale, my friends. With this new technology, not only will our basic defense for each city be more equipped to deal with monster threats, but our existing plasma technology will skyrocket in power. The power can be replicated in a small form, and thus, for mechs, that power will increase tenfold on a larger scale." the European Commander explained, the others nodding in understanding.

"Our prototypes await combat trials in various cities. The Templar tanks should prove effective...but we must turn out attention back to the situation at hand. From the sudden spikes of energy each time it appears, we have tracked the creature back to the East Coast of our very own territory." the aging man said, looking toward the youngest of them, the man grim with the knowledge that the creature was in the area under his command. The hologram changed to a very basic overview of the battlefield, with various energy signatures marking the combatants, much brighter, though only lasting a few seconds, energy signatures marking the discharge of energy, usually in attacks.

"I'm sure some of these other signatures are all too familar to us..." he continued, frowning yet again, each signature being identified with a small name, some being labeled as "Unknown". "The terrorists...what was it that punk called them? PWNT?" The Off-Country commander said, leaning forward once more to watch the display. "Seems that way. They appear, as you can see, to be fighting the creature...evidently they see it as a threat, too." the European Commander said, taking a sip of tea from a mug resting on the table. 'Who cares? I don't think anyone here gives a rat's *ss if their entire organization is destroyed by the damn thing." the North American commander commented, the people in the back of the room voicing their agreement. "We have to help them." the Off-Country commander said suddenly.

She may as well shattered her fellow's mug against the wall. Both men stared at her as if she was crazy, the group in the back looking forward, to seemingly see if she had been an alien in disguise. "Are you INSANE?! They are more trouble then the damn monsters are these days! They even BREED monsters, you saw the reports about the Island! They stand in the way of our ultimate goal, and couldn't care how many people die if it furthers their own agenda!" the North American commander yelled, smashing a fist against the table. "You are a fool. What happens, then, if they are destroyed? What happens if all of our mechs are destroyed trying to fight this beast off? You saw what it did to two of our units, one was a Primary Mech for christ's sake! It dispatched them both without so much as a scratch." the women said, unphased by the younger man's anger, the North American commander shrinking back slightly. "If our mechs can't destroy this thing, our entire race is doomed. We have no other allies to recruit if we are at our wit's end. What would you haveus do? The monsters we seek to destroy aid us against it? Even if we managed to gain control over a few, the J130 outpost attack confirmed that it has minions of its own, and the mental readouts archived from Spinnerax's fight against it proves the cyborg was under emotional stress the entire time. That could very well mean it could turn every monster we recruit against us. We can use the kill switch, but what will that achieve?" she continued, looking from one man to the other.

"A valid point, my dear, but you must recognize another signature amongst them...it is not a machine." the aging man replied, pointing toward a signature originating from the remains of the mountain. The nuclear energy that frequently shot out of it was labeled with only one word: Bane. "If these...whatever they are, this PWNT, had any interest in human life, they would not have recruited a monster that has destroyed almost as many lives as the Tokyo Horror. I doubt that they have no knowledge of the creature's history, they simply wish to take over whatever proves a true threat to them, no matter the cost. They would easily seek to control this beast, if given the chance, and then what? They use what we seek to destroy, to destroy us. They are greedy, power hungry creatures, just like the mutated horrors we wish to destroy." he continued, the Off-Country commander nodding in understanding, but stood by her opinion...