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Other Worlds: V 2.0

Date & Time: May 21st, beginning at 0900.
Location: The Initiative Hold and all throughout Elmer's world
Characters: Anyone participating in the fighting, anyone staying behind.
Summary: Elmer's world is fought for and lost.
Warnings: Violence, death.

They reopen the portal at 0900, May 21st. The first scientist who stepped through was killed within thirty seconds; the rest who followed made it back through to Exsilium, albeit not unscathed. The portal was shut again by a panicked operator, although a second operator knew to keep the coordinates locked.

Within ten minutes, the alert had been sent out. There's no time to wait for the Transports to gather en masse; as soon as they have a sizable enough force to stand a chance at fighting through and clearing their gateway's location, the door is opened again.

Immediately inside the door is a desolate, grim scene. What had previously been the coast of Japan is now scorched earth, blasted sand, and little else. As the first point of contact for this world, it has undoubtedly suffered the worst. Here, the UE didn't stop at governments, financial centers, and capitols — the UE destroyed everything in sight. There are enough UE soldiers remaining in the broken country to give the Transports a difficult battle, although by now the bulk of their forces have moved on.

The Initiative will soon realize the necessity of opening more gateways, just as the UE had done. Transports will be deployed to London, Berlin, Paris, DC Washington, Moscow, Beijing, New York City, Hong Kong, Madrid. Through each of these windows, the destruction is staggering. Buildings are more husks than structures, everything that can burn is alight, and the death toll is off the charts. Blackened bodies seem to line every street, while pieces litter the ground among the rubble. There's no doubt that the UE has no need of the people of this world. They're after resources only, and anything and anyone already here is to be removed.

You can find UE soldiers everywhere. They move in coordinated squadrons of 20, and each of them carries a small arsenal. Even without their incredibly advanced and destructive weaponry, they're fearfully formidable. Each soldier, while still only human, is a genetically perfect clone, further enhanced by technological implants. They're all highly trained in physical combat. Even if you can disarm one of them, don't count on close-range attacks being any easier to handle. They've brought along cannons, small flying craft, and lightweight tanks. Each of these is the top of the line in terms of technology, geared toward destroying as much as it can, as quickly as it can. The United Earth is here to destroy, and they won't stop to wonder why their targets go from being civilians and scrambling, off-guard, comparatively primitive militaries, to trained and powered Transports.

For anyone staying at home, they'll find that any Initiative presence has withdrawn fully to the Hold. All Initiative employees are needed, and most of them in the med bays. The majority of the Initiative focus is on recalling and resurrecting fallen Transports, but attention is still needed for the living-but-wounded. Any Transports who stay in Exsilium and offer their help will have it immediately accepted; they'll be put to work in the medical wings, runnings supplies, or simply set at a machine and told to keep an eye on the numbers: Transport vitals, UE movements, and maps upon maps of changing statistics and colors.

At 1500, the Initiative will recall all Transport soldiers back to Exsilium and seal shut the gateway. The UE numbers are too great, their soldiers too powerful, and Elmer's world is lost.

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[A hail of gunfire erupted, but it was different than the United Forces' hail of blasts. The lasers generated from this gun were deep red and twisted, as if thorns of red engulfed the stream of blasts.

A spinning chain-gun was being gripped by a large set of hulking black armor. This armor, covered in concealing magic to make it appear as if dark magic were obscuring one's view of it, moved in a human-like fashion. He mowed down a row of soldiers who had been rounding close to Dick, taking them out and killing them in one quick breath as if they had never been there in the first place.]

Lad. Perhaps your methods are too hopeful.

a) ( it's all horribly familiar.

he's seen the tragedy of sablier more than once now, won't ever forget it, and it's not so different - bloody corpses everywhere, people torn to pieces like puppets (or dolls as it were, hadn't vincent said something like that?), heavy smells of gore and smoke filling the air (no, that was yura's mansion). a neverending, inescapable maze of destruction and death, and this is the same only widened to take a whole world with it, where every city is sablier and the ue has taken the role of glen baskerville only much, much more greedy. it's sickening and both disgust and the desire to leave sets his heart pounding and limbs shaking, but there are still people fighting here.

he can be found around the remains of the city, pupils slitted and irises blood-red; he wields a large scythe of the same color, surrounded by heavy chains orbiting him like planets around a star, and moves with an inhuman quality as he takes on ue soldiers, stepping in to protect fellow transports if he sees anyone in trouble. )

b) ( he's done so well at controlling b. rabbit.

but not now, no longer, not with the sound of gunfire still ringing in his ears (making him cringe and hunch his shoulders, lift his free hand to press a palm against at least one ear), and the image of break -

it's the same, he thinks when he does, like at isla yura's (and also - ) but mostly he's concerned with destruction, because it's natural and right and what b. rabbit does, and that's also what needs to be done right now - it's the answer. he still doesn't kill, but there's a certain abandon with which he moves now, swings the scythe and lets chains fly to destroy, ruin, turn to dust...and the shadow in his wake shows its true form.

the bloodstained black rabbit may only have access to five rotations' worth of power, but that's more than enough, for now.

stopping him is locked to leo baskerville, but if anyone wants to run into him going berserk, they can feel free to |D he won't hurt any fellow transports! )

Oh, that's not good.

"Hey, Coll," There's blood in her mouth, which isn't an unfamiliar sensation, but she has to spit some out before she can say anything more. And she needs to say more, because she needs to do everything she can to stop this from hurting Collette, "Don't think there's much anyone can do, it's okay."

It's not, because there's a wound in her chest that's quickly bleeding out, and her lungs aren't quite working right, but after their last conversation, she just wants to reassure Collette.

"You should keep going."

She doesn't want to see this.

"Which part?" Kang cursed loudly as a soldier tried to grab one of his wings, pulling them in tighter and slamming the hilt of his sword against the back of the man's neck before nearly slicing his head off. He kicked once at the body with a snort before turning to face his next opponent.

[Coby, as he had finished pulling civilians free of one of the boroughs, stared in muted confusion as a man rose through the air and rained hell down on soldiers. They turned to ash in some cases, but those unlucky enough to not be vaporized instantly felt immense pain before they died. Coby, his hands raised up with a stupid and aghast look on his face, stopped in his posture to look aside to Dagger. She had rushed to cover, but he could feel the presence of that man tied to her. His voice could be heard reaching out from her.]

Dagger? [Why on Earth did she even want to fight with a knife?]

[With the world narrowed down to his memories, he has trouble pulling himself from his bloody thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings. He's fighting to keep the unexpected surge of panic down, taking in shallow breaths. So it takes him a moment to realize that a towel's being offered by the alien sitting beside him.

It's the look that helps to calm him down--it's stern and impassive, almost a command. Take the towel. He can ignore the blood, the wounds if he focuses on that silent order. And he follows it through, his voice weak and quiet.]

Thank you. [He hesitates.] You...

[ The air around him definitely feels stiff as Kaede moves closer, and she would rather not be in it for long. But, she would endure if it meant even just a minute or two of speaking with him. It calmed her down and it was a name crossed off of her mental checklist. ]

Yes, I did. It's definitely better for me to not be involved, but it doesn't mean I'm not worrying about anyone who did go off to help. [ She throws a glance over to the Hold, watching it bustle with people leaving and coming back, and the growing splotches of red here and there on many of them. ]

I don't want to keep you for long, but I'm glad to see you're okay, even if you need some patching up. [ She turns back with a small smile. ] Definitely get some rest, all right?

[It's not that McCoy hasn't seen his fair share of crazed patients. He has. But he's a little busy at the moment and if this guy is going to cause trouble, then McCoy just wants to sedate him and deal with the guy later.]

Whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing, swinging that thing in here? Calm down!

[Tokyo]
[A]
[He was an idiot. One round went into his side and he realized what the end result was going to be. He felt oddly lucky that he got shot by one of the men using lower tiered ammunition and not those ridiculous lasers, but it was still an absurdly stupid feeling. Pain rocketed through his body constantly, yet he still pulled himself around the city.

He remembered walking around the city once with his adopted families. Businesses he'd visit with them had collapsed. Restaurants, obliterated. Bodies, made into litter. Two soldiers approached him, aiming their rifles his way. Of course--they were both carrying the higher tech versions. Even one of those guys could easily snap his neck if they got a hold of him, none the less fired one of those guns at him. Yet, as if this didn't make a difference to him, Shiki lowered himself and rushed forward. Two blasts shot past his face and body, missing. The next rounds would be more accurate. They could see how he was moving, at least before he got momentum.

In the next instant, there was a bolt fired. The bolt vanished as Shiki's knife flickered out, erasing its existence by cutting its lines of death. His knife flashed twice, killing the bolt from the second soldier. Before either could fire a third time, he was close. He passed them in silence, eyes looking absolutely morose and drained. Shiki walked forward as if he never met them in the first place, regarding them as dead. They fell into pieces in the next instant, Shiki doing nothing to turn back and face them.]

[B]
[New York]
[Seeing his homeland getting torn apart did nothing for Shiki's mood. So, he returned to another battlefield, managing to avoid the medics who would have otherwise detained him for his injuries. He stalked through the streets until he realized there were no soldiers around him. He could still hear fighting in the background, but his little space of rubble seemed to be cleared out.

He couldn't have been more wrong. Shiki, at the last second, leapt away as a gigantic metal fist came down and obliterated the ground beneath his feet. Pulp, he thought. He was about to become pulp. Shiki, rolling painfully onto his side, looked up as a man in a gigantic suit of tech armor raised his gigantic gauntlet up a second time, determined not to miss that swing.]

That was a shock. Billy had no choice but to keep moving, controlled like a puppet toward an unknown destination. Every previous time this had happened, it had ended in disaster for him. Was Jericho helping him---or hurting him, thinking he was with the UE? It was certainly possible that the UE had disguised soldiers who might look like him. Billy wasn't dead yet, but the intense pain made it very difficult to think clearly.

Was communication possible? It was worth a try. If he had any strength of voice left to think it, Billy thought:

Jericho, it's Billy.

( As a heads up, Atlas doesn't speak, but surely characters can work it out THROUGH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP )

let's avenge some people
He'd just been at home, and he charges into the portal as fast as he can. There's no doubt or hesitation: he just needed to change from being Adonis to being Atlas, and he was there. He's seen some bad things, more in his dreams than anywhere else, Asteria twisting his mind to drags all sorts of things through it and make him see them through, but this was something else. Nothing could have prepared him for this, but Atlas can't falter. He's never killed before, but he's not sure how those rules can even apply here.

The people of this world have been massacred. At least if there's something Atlas is good at, it's creating obstacles. He needs to get away from the other transports to use the most dramatic of his powers and keep from hurting them, but fire crackles through the air to try and force the UE back, surges through his limbs. A slab of concrete is wrenched from the ground with the sharp cry of its shattering, before it slams into the face of a UE soldier.

dying or healing! there's enough maiming for all tbh
Melting down weapons was doable, but work with metal was more complicated. Hit was more exhausting, and trying to bring down one of those aircraft solo maybe hadn't been his best decisions ever. Not when he was already exhausted – he never usually had to use his magic so much for so long, such big efforts, and he'd lost control in the end. Thank God there hadn't been other transports too close.

His breath rasps. Whether he's near the wreckage or bodies trapped in quicksand, you can be pretty sure Atlas is trying to use what's left of his energy to fix it from wherever he is sprawled, so that it doesn't become a danger zone for the other transport combatants.

waking up in the hold;
How many times has it been? After the first time, he thought he needed to be more careful. Smarter. He'd gone back without hesitation, because that was what heroes had to do: they kept going back. And his powers meant he could do a lot, even if it didn't feel like it was even beginning to make a dent. Maybe that was what made him keep going back, desperation and determination, and at least he could do something, here. Atlas could do something.

Somehow, he sits up, staggers, and makes his way through the Hold. He needs to get back to the portal.

Billy–?!

That was a shock of a different kind. While Billy was still conscious, he could speak all he wanted aloud, but it was pretty rare for a host to talk directly to him. Jericho's hold wavered just a little, making for an awkward moment in that staggering half-crawl toward a still-standing building.

Just a moment, though.

D-don't worry, Billy. I'll get you out of here! You're going to be okay!

[He feels the energy coming into him, it is certainly like having a cup of coffee or fresh air. He breathes in relief]

Wow, thanks- you're pretty good!

< It's not really, > she says, strain in her mental voice evident. Collette tries not to sound as worried and scared as she is, starting her demorph without announcing herself. There's a good while where she can't speak, the pains of her injured crocodile body fading into the familiar aches and weight of her own form.

When she can speak, she does. "I'm not going -- I'm not leaving you alone. I'm not." It's fiercely determined, Collette scooting herself closer and putting a hand on Steph's cheek. It's bloody, but blood's just blood. She's seen enough of it to know it's not going to hurt her. "I can't." She swallows, feeling her throat constrict. The sound of violence is all around them, muffled shots, screams, groans of engines, explosions blocks away, but it feels further away than it is.

She doesn't want to watch a friend die. It's worse than before, but this -- that -- her eyes flick to Steph's chest, then back to her face. That's not getting better. Tere's no Nash to shout for, no Onyx to try and bribe. No Ashraf (didn't he heal?), no anyone.

Just her, the untrained, and Stephanie, the dying.

[Max gets there just before ten, having had to come from further away from the Housing building, but at least she remembers to shift into Alice before getting close to the Hold.

This feels ridiculous, because she should be where the fight is, helping people, in case she can make a difference, but information is more important than one more person in a fight.]

Any news?

[There are probably rules about smoking in the Hold, but she's lighting a cigarette even as she crosses the room to help herself to some of the coffee Saul made.]

[Once the troops are defeat, the storm will subside like it never was. The man seemed to have faded away with the storm, and Dagger rises up to see whose calling her]

Coby!

Are you alright?

"Stamina. Even after training, there's only so much I've got."

It's sickened Billy to realize that killing does get easier. Sure, the nausea will catch up to him tomorrow, but he's very aware that he's fighting for the future of a planet and there's no other way visible at the moment.

He threw a body over his shoulder, dishing out a few more sharp hits.

I'm fine! [He responded quickly, definitely want to turn the subject away himself in haste. The important thing was that Dagger just summoned a god--or monster, he couldn't tell--that just walked up and rained lightning down on hundreds of soldiers and tore them apart with the ease of a man leafing through the newspaper and turning on his television with the remote nonchalantly in the morning.

Yet, she still managed to look absolutely uneasy despite that all.]

How did you do that!?

All right. I trust you.

Billy still felt as if the pain would take him under any moment, but Jericho dutifully kept him moving. Together, they figured out which arm was least damaged, and he dragged himself with that one across the ground. What a miracle it was that they hadn't been blasted to bits yet.

Eventually, he forced himself inside, desperate to collapse the second Jericho relinquished control.

"Hey! Hey, no," It's a feeble protest, lost as Collette's already demorphing, but Steph wants to tell her not to be so stupid, not to expose herself in the middle of a battlefield. She's safer in a morph, safer as a crocodile or a hawk or whatever other animals are in her repetoire, rather than as a girl with legs that don't work.

"You can," As gently as she can manage around the pain and the shuddering in her lungs, and her eyes close briefly when Collette touches her cheek, but she forces them open again, "I'll be okay, you should keep helping."

She doesn't really think it'll work, but she has to keep trying, making it about what Collette can do for other people, instead of wasting her time with a dying person who won't stay dead.

... that... isn't a bomb, is it? [He isn't sure what it is, but if he's taking it back out with him it's certainly something dangerous, isn't it?]

Uh, for the medics-- [He fumbles again through the supplies before handing over some med kits. It's not much, but it's what he has on hand right now.] --these. Just, hand these to them and they'll-- they should know what to do with them.

[ By this time, he has leapt on top of a supply cart, sending packages of gauze and alcohol wipes flying. He whirls at the sound of McCoy's voice, sword poised to skewer him.

He hesitates. He's poised to kill, but something is... bothering him now.

His weapon still raised, he demands: ]

What--

What is this place?

You are welcome.

[there's a little more warmth in her smile at that, nodding her head.

she steps aside to stand next to the wall, clearing his way.]

Go help them.

[Tori is more than happy to watch Zelos' back and be a guard while he heals someone else. This entire thing makes her sick. Bit by bit, she's beginning to realize just what this situation means. All of this... it's horrible, and seeing it up close in personal makes it all kinds of worse. It makes her incredibly upset--

But it also makes her incredibly angry. Tori is enraged by all of this, and why wouldn't she be? Who knows how many innocent people have died now, and for what?! Now that she realizes how ruthless the enemy is, she's determined to help out anyone she can--even if she has a feeling she could easily be outpowered. Even if she's scared. She has to try.

And that includes making sure healers can do whatever they can for those who are injured. She's on guard, both guns out just in case. She says nothing to Zelos. She just keeps herself focused, and hopes that all of the training she's done in the last week will pay off. Ever since realizing how much she's been slacking, she's been working on making up for it.]

[ Caesar's moving between buildings when he runs across the same street Oz is on. He nearly doesn't stop, in a hurry to be out of anyone's line of sight, but the chains really, really stand out. They catch his eye and he pauses for a moment, half-crouched behind an overturned car, and...

Is that Oz?

A memory makes its way to the forefront of his mind, Collette vaguely mentioning Oz and a 'contract' once upon a time. He'd never asked about it, but now he has to wonder. ]

Oz? [ He isn't going to stand up all the way from where he is, but he's visible enough to the other boy, and now he's trying to get his attention. ] Hey, Oz!

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