Other Worlds: V 2.0

[initiates]

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.

Comments

[knifenut]

[ He considers her question, taking the time to lay a series of knives on either side of the soldier he'd managed to knock down. He's not sure if the man is alive, but the wire that he's now strung over his body should at the very least slow him down if he tries to get up again any time soon.

And since Kate asked if he was going to do something... He'll take very careful aim at the soldier she's fighting and toss a knife at him, trying to aim for a weak spot in the armor. ]

[gevurah]

[ It does the trick. Distracted by the sudden pain where the knife impaled itself, Kate seizes the opportunity to strike him hard in the jaw with her leg. Blood splutters from his mouth and he collapses away from her.

She's actually sweating. How long has she been at this for?

All around her, smoke and decay. There's nothing left of this city. She hasn't seen anyone who's been in need of rescue; most dead by the time she could check on their bodies. Women and children, they've left no one and nothing. ]

Shit.

[knifenut]

Ushishishishi

[ He's not overly concerned with the civilian casualties, and while she looks around herself to check out if there's anyone worth saving he's slowly making his way over to the guy she just knocked down. That hit looked pretty nasty, but no way of telling if the guy's going to stay down if he's all the way over here.

There is one way to make sure he will though, and since Belphegor needs to retrieve his knife anyway he might as well take care of this here and now. ]

[gevurah]

[ Kate's arm extends, as if to stop him. ]

Don't touch them.

[knifenut]

[ He'll stop for a second, grinning up at her but making no moves to back away now. In fact he's holding one hand out towards the man to point at him. ]

He has my knife.

[ An excellent point, he thinks. He can't just leave it there. ]

[gevurah]

[ She hesitates and then nods slowly, keeping an eye on where his hands go. She can't do anything to him -- there's no proof of what he had done to her and she can't expose herself to someone as potentially erratic and untrustworthy as this kid.

Why is he here, though? She wonders with much skepticism. ]

[knifenut]

[ Best to keep up that secret for as long as possible, though admittedly with someone like Belphegor knowing she's the same woman might not necessarily make a lot of difference to him.

And why is he here? Why... he's here to have some fun, of course!

As he leans down to retrieve his knife he actually behaves himself and doesn't do anything more than quickly yank the knife out of the soldier's body. Unfortunately for him Bel's knives are specifically designed to have serrated edges and as he rips it out the knife cuts more flesh on its way out, nice and painfully. ]

[gevurah]

[ She reaches over at him quickly, but she's not lunging for an attack. ]

Knives won't get you far out here. [ Despite having taken out some soldiers with excellent aim, he's completely unprotected. She may harbor resentment toward him, but it's her job to ensure nobody dies.

That means the crazy ones, too. ] Get back to the Hold.

[knifenut]

[ He's adjusting his hold on the knife when she does, getting ready to stab at her if she tries anything.

He turns his head slowly to look at her. At least... he's probably looking at her. It's hard to tell with all that hair in his face. ]

No. I don't think I will.

[gevurah]

[ It's a stare off between people who can't see each other's eyes. ]

You'll get yourself killed out here.

[knifenut]

[ The best kind of stare off really. He's grinning now like her statement is somehow funny to him. ]

That's not going to happen.

[gevurah]

You're practically unarmed.

[knifenut]

[ He's staring up with that weird laugh of his now. ]

You think so?

[gevurah]

Yes. [ And she points to huge tracks left by tanks and then above where airships drift by. ] Now I'm not going to stand here and argue with you all day.

[ Something explodes about ten kilometers away, it catches her off guard for a moment. ] Don't do something stupid.

[knifenut]

[ He looks even more amused as he takes a gander at what she's pointing at as he tucks his knives away. He now really does look like an unarmed teenager. ]

You should be worried about yourself.

[ A mean spirited little grin as he straightens up and walks forward... so he's literally walking over the soldier lying on the ground, making sure to grind one of his boots against the man as he does. ]

You're even less prepared than I am, and it'd be a shame if you died here.

[ At the hands of other people who aren't him. ]