by The Kingpin » Thu Feb 21, 2013 8:42 pm
A gurgling snarl came from the monster as it turned on the armoured soldier, black pits where eyes should ordinarily be glaring at them as it snarled, grabbing a chunk of shrapnel from a wrecked APC and hurling it at the man in an attempt to cleave him in two, Dietrich pulling Damian out of the way and flattening himself against the wall as the beast approached, audible thuds coming with each step it made, it's clubbed tail thudding against the ground and grazing against the wall with an ear-shredding screech. "Let's see if zis...abomination....likes ze Vustenfuchs, shall ve?" said Dietrich as he put in a neural command to the vehicle in the garage, marking the monstrosity as a target. For a couple of moments, there was silence, and it seemed likely that the beast would charge at them and tear them apart...
But then, there was a gut-wrenching rumble, a monstrous, animalistic sound that shook the entire garage, the entire facility, sounding unlike anything any beast could ever produce, its unimaginable depth seeming to shake the very walls of the base, steadily getting louder and more menacing, raising in pitch as Dietrich smirked. The beast snarled as it turned towards the source, as, with no further warning, a torrent of white tore through the beast's chest, tearing it to shreds in seconds as a horrified shriek escaped one of its heads, seconds before it was blown off by the stream of white hot plasma, a narrow molten crater forming in the wall on it's opposite side, molten concrete and steal, glowing yellow and feeling hot enough that even Dietrich and the two soldiers with him could feel it, flowed out of the hole in a river, forming a molten pool on the ground as meanwhile, the stream sliced the beast to shreds, hosing it down until it simply ceased to be, flesh melting off the bones before the bones themselves dissolved from the incredible heat. What little remained of the beast was soon swallowed up by the artificial magma the stream had formed of the garage wall...
Wasting no time, Dietrich walked out into the garage, where the feral rumble awaited. Before him awaited the vehicle he had come here to retrieve. The vehicle was gargantuan, a 93 foot long, 32 foot high, 46 foot wide 370 ton goliath, it's dark blue-grey paint covered in large red bloodstains in various places, the Wehrmacht Cross visible on the slanted turret faces. Two long main guns pointed forward, side by side, three glowing whitish purple rings visible halfway along their length. four gatling cannons could be seen on the vehicle, two on either side, one of which was smoking, its tip glowing orange with residual heat. Across the front, it's rectangular headlights were protected by what looked like a heavy-grade steel grill, glaring orange-red lights bathing the area ahead of it in a reddish hue for a few seconds before they heated up enough to generate a powerful white light, exposing everything before it. Between them, the tank's main optical viewport protruded, giving a wide view of the area ahead. Beneath the headlights were two thick hooks, a chain hanging between them, the hooks themselves about as high off the ground as a man's head. Two sets of treads could be seen, two on the front half, and two on the rear half, with ladders on their sides in order to climb onto the top of them. Between the Tread Arrays was a ladder leading up to a doorway, which, at present, remained closed. It was one of three access points on the vehicle, one of which was an identical door on the opposite side, the third being an emergency escape hatch on the vehicle's underside. The treads themselves were dotted with elongated hexagonal panels, all of which gave off a dim purple glimmer. The turret itself was covered in weapons and countermeasures, two large secondary guns framing the turret's sides, a couple of machineguns above that, as well as two more framing the main guns themselves. On the top of the vehicle was a rocket pod, the opposite side of the turret holding a 12 foot long antenna. Below that was a railed area that served as an observation deck on the massive vehicle, the forward-most part of the deck marked with two wide extensions of the tank's turret, lining it up with the front part, the number 0337 painted on the sides, under which the word 'Wustenfuchs' was written in classical script; the nickname of Nazi Germany's greatest armoured division commander; a man from whom Dietrich himself was descended...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG