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

[speakveryclearly]

That's what I've been told is the plan of the Initiative as a whole here regardless of our personal involvement.

[charming_jerk]

The UE is just gonna slaughter everyone! And they want us to retreat? This is bullshit. We can't leave yet.

[speakveryclearly]

I suppose they don't want us to be part of "everyone". Do you know what the numbers are? Shithive maggots is what they are.

[charming_jerk]

[He's pacing, trying to figure out what to do, but not coming up with anything.] Goddamnit, I just-- There's gotta be somethin' we can do to slow 'em down. Anything!

[speakveryclearly]

...

Slow them down...

[She spends some time applying thought to the situation.]</small. I have an idea. This building is, as the slang of your species goes, "done for", isn't it?

[charming_jerk]

["His species". He'd argue that if there was time.]

Pretty much. Why, what're you thinkin'?

[speakveryclearly]

[Maybe later. They can text message. Hang out. She remembers vaguely he called her out on her rebellion or something.] What if we use the bricks... to block the roads?

[charming_jerk]

We probably could. There's a lot of other debris we can move in the way, too, or get out of our own way. Why, you got another fancy trick that can do that?

[speakveryclearly]

Not really, just the strength to carry the plan out with, confidence you share that, and no better ideas.

[charming_jerk]

Nope. And I got that too. Gonna keep goin' till I drop.

[speakveryclearly]

Alright, let's see what we can make happen.

[With this she puts away everything she's holding and proceeds to the nearest wall, where she sets about kicking apart the foundation. Pretty forcefully.]

[charming_jerk]

[Well then. He'll walk over and join her, just grabbing whatever is loose and tossing it over.]

Not sure if this'll do anythin' since they got tanks 'n' shit, but at least it might slow down the ground troops.

[speakveryclearly]

The masked are sometimes capable of acrobatics, too. Uniform cover might not do so much.

[So as she's gotten a sizeable amount of bricks groundward, she's starting to make new chaos more along the lines of brick piles.]

[charming_jerk]

It's like a goddamn army of superheroes on their side. Pretty fuckin' unfair.

[speakveryclearly]

I hadn't thought they'd be so comparable to us! Suddenly five hundred transports seems a paucity instead of a surplus.

[charming_jerk]

Except people on our side ain't literally born 'n' bred for combat. We can't compete with that.

[speakveryclearly]

[She shoves a hole in another part of brick wall with her hands.]

Of course not. Some of us were hatched.

No, I know what you mean.