MISSION: GET TO ZE CHOPPA

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: August 23rd, 2753 (OOCly forward-dated to the 1st)
Location: Uruguay National Defense HQ
Characters: All transports!
Summary: All transports are sent back to Uruguay to download a self-aware AI before it gets bombed out of existence by an early incarnation of the UE. Time distortion effects will be set right either on the way there or on the way back, according to player choice.
Warnings: violence, action movie tension, 3 terabytes of foot fetish porn.

The Transporter drops the entire transport population into what will quickly be established as Home Base, a mile from the vast, sprawling facility that is Uruguay's National Defense HQ. The low roar of helidrones moving above is pervasive, but the black ships can only be glimpsed here and there through the thick cover of trees overhead. If you keep calm and quiet, it's likely you won't be spotted. It's the UND HQ their attention is on, after all.

The population is quickly sorted by attending Initiate employees according to who volunteers to fight and who volunteers to protect, along with those with enough skill to access the computers, and those with enough skill to get them there. The fighters move out first, off to intercept the early UE's ships and ground troops, and to draw the automated defense systems of the facility alike. They'll be in a crossfire, and neither side will be happy to see them there.

The techies and their escorts are sent out far more quietly, in groups of three. Their task is to sneak past the front lines and into the facility itself. There might be alarms and automated defense drones, so those escorts may well be called on to earn their keep. The Initiative can't give any information about which building will house the AI's mainframe, that information was long since lost to history. All they can do is send out enough people to hope that one of them manages to find it.

And remember — as soon as the UE troops withdraw, there will only be minutes until the bomb drops. Everyone would do well to work fast.



[[ Mission information is here, and the techie/escort teams, along with their hacking results, are here. Each techie/escort group will have their own established thread, but Team Distraction and Team We'll Stay Here, Thanks are welcome to thread where ever and however they like! The newbie log that goes up on the 1st will also encompass the arrival back in Exsilium, if you'd like to play that out as well. ]]

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[falsehoods]

There was a faint whispering in the air, almost a breeze. It spoke in Old Norse and its echo left behind a shimmering green light and the slim figure of Asgard's resident God of Mischief.

Loki performed a simple cantrip, closing the teleportation spell and slid up behind Gilgamesh's seat with the casual ease of someone who had a habit of making himself at home.

It's perfect! |D

[gates_of_babylon]

The already chilly air turned frigid in an instant. The voice Gilgamesh heard seemed vaguely familiar and until he actually felt the presence of the god, he seemed content to lounge. At that time, Gilgamesh's anger became nearly completely palpable in the air. His anger was so ripe that it was as if the deck of the Vimana had been bathed in raw, red light and hatred.

"Are you so intent to die?" He asked coolly, his anger still intense. "That you seek to touch my possession without permission?"

[falsehoods]

"But I have not touched anything!"

Loki backed up a step, raising his hands defensively. He knew anger when he saw it, and it was usually directed at him.

"I saw a strange craft over the battlefield and had to investigate. What if you are with the United Earth and I just let you get away or kill all of these people? That would be terrible of me!"

[gates_of_babylon]

Gilgamesh did nothing to look back at Loki at all. He didn't seem interested in doing anything at all resembling moving and acknowledging someone with his eyes. The reality of the matter was--someone unwarranted was on his ship and he had yet to have been begged for permission to do so. The excuse itself was icing on the cake.

"Introduce yourself," He continued slowly, weighing his anger out. Gilgamesh could try to relax, but his ego was crippling him as it always was. "Or, I'll simply turn you to meat and dust."

[falsehoods]

Loki pondered this demand, rubbing his chin.

"Meat and dust? Sounds delicious! You will save some for me, yes?"

[gates_of_babylon]

Tilting his neck, Gilgamesh's teeth began to grit. Tricksters weren't welcomed, he thought--just as he let one of his weapons from the Gate of Babylon manifest in front of Loki's face. It was a weapon of mythical origin--vibrating with raw magical energy, poised to strike.

"Begone, jester."

[falsehoods]

The magic was immediately interesting and Loki leaned forward slightly to examine the weapon more closely. Adolescent audacity took over in the place of caution.

"Is this how you greet all of your guests? Tsk. I bet you do not have many friends."

[gates_of_babylon]

"I am not so greedy and desperate that I may lower myself to attract others," Gilgamesh directed his eyes aside from Loki's general direction, instead pointing the front of his ship with his thoughts alone towards the ongoing battle. Someone was beginning to target him with mortar fire and the very thought shook him with anger.

"More rabble?" The ship itself raised up higher, spreading its wings in preparation to fly. Particles of energy flared up behind it as Gilgamesh willed more power into it. Just as the mortar fire approached, dozens of shields manifested in the open air in front of it, absorbing the entirety of those strikes. "These fools seek to struggle simply to lay one scratch on me. Before I punish you, it seems I must turn these ones to dust."

[falsehoods]

"Turning people to dust seems like a favorite pastime of yours."

Loki trotted up to look out at the battle.

"Might I suggest something a bit more healthy? Embroidery perhaps?"

[gates_of_babylon]

"You should not so openly welcome your demise, godling," Gilgamesh responded curtly, finally setting his eyes on Loki. Though he seemed nothing more than an arrogant King, Gilgamesh was exceptionally observant. He had seen gods and goddesses before--he knew their presence and he knew the complexities in Loki's magic. It was something a god would readily use.

Without hesitation, he manifested hundreds upon hundreds of swords, spears, maces and axes, each one pointing down at the battlefield, towards the mortars lined up.

"For now, I hope the sight of the scattered remains of these mongrels will entertain me."

At that, Gilgamesh began to carpet bomb a wide area of the battlefield, his assault of magical weapons tearing through the landscape with the same near infinite pocket-marked bubbling of foam on soda. The ground was lit up with that firepower, Gilgamesh's strike showing no sign of effort on his own part.

[falsehoods]

Loki watched, interested but unperturbed. He was, after all, a god and gods knew a thing or two about smiting.

"I think if I were truly courting Hela herself, then you would have already struck me down, no? As you have just done to those poor soldiers. Many wives are missing their husbands now. Happy?"

[gates_of_babylon]

"Be silent," Was Gilgamesh's response. His right hand raised in a curt little gesture--a number of translucent warping portals opening at a number of angles around Loki all at once. From their depths sprang bounding chains aiming to snare the God. They would seem dangerous enough to Loki if he were actually there in person, as they were designed to hold Gods.

"Your pitiful goal to irritate me has succeeded. Do you truly wish for my wrath and to interrupt my entertainment?"

[falsehoods]

Loki flinched away from the chains then vanished in a shower of sparks only to appear elsewhere on the bridge, as far from those vile chains as he could get.

"Hey! Easy, there, I am on your side."

A pause, as he realized he never did get an answer out of Gilgamesh regarding whether or not this vessel belonged to the United Earth.

"....Right?"

[gates_of_babylon]

Gilgamesh reached out, allowing some of the chains to wrap around his forearm. With a glower, Gilgamesh observed the nature of Loki's magic, allowing himself a moment to run through it in his head and identify it. There were few in the world, none the less his own reality that could use such reliable means of teleportation and so freely.

"I have but myself," the King of Heroes responded briefly, his expression smoldering. "There are none I would call ally left in this world."