Friendly Rivalry (Closed, request to join)

[Zhiel]

OOC: If you want to join in this rp you must PM me or GK and say why you want to join in, and what your initial intentions would be.

A phone rang in the main office of the Vulcan Enterprises HQ, one of the largest weapons manufacturing companies in the world, and the one closest to competing with the Mallory Arms Corp. which had taken the crown of the military market a few years ago from them. The man who sat in the office chair, a middle-aged japanese man with short black hair, with a few stripes of grey, brown colored eyes and dressed in a finely tailored suit was leaned forward over the desk as he was looking at the number and name displayed on the phones display. "Mallory Arms, Main Office". The man was Nakajima Yoshitoki, the Prime director of Vulcan Enterprises and of its Special Division. His secretary who sat by a desk of his own near the rooms exit could clearly tell the Director was nervous.

"Hello, this is Director Nakayima speaking" The man said after nearly a minute of staring at the phone, though he had managed to collect himself enough to not give away any emotions with his voice. "Yo! Its been a while hasnt it, Yoshitoki-kun" The voice on the other end responded, the person who he was speaking with was none other than Richard Mallory, the CEO of the Mallory Arms Corp, and someone Nakajima considered his companies greatest rival, although Richard himself was always rude whenever they spoke.

"Oh, its you, Mallory-san. What can I.." Although Yoshitoki was cut off before he could complete his sentence. "You can tell me what the hell you were doing spying on my productions, old man. I dont know what your up to, but if you think you can gain anything from copying my projects your sadly mistaken! Now if you would just-" Richard said, though he spoke calmly his voice held a hint of anger in it, although this time he was cut off, litelarily, as Yoshitoki had put the phone down.

In the office of the Mallory Corp Richard was having a tantrum, throwing his office phone across the room, it shattering into hundreds of pieces as it hit the door on the other end, throwing a long line of cussing around in english as he did, even though he was fluent in japanese he tended to cuss in english, maybe because he was more comfortable with that language, he didnt know himself. Earlier that day he had recieved a report from his most trusted assistant and current secretary, Takamori Kaeshi, that he had found two people who were apparently sneaking around areas they were prohibited from in actuality, and after "dealing" with them Richard had put his best hackers to finding who they had connections with, that showing up to be Vulcan Enterprises.

After shouting his lungs out Richard sat back down in his office chair, sinking down in a slumped position as Takamori entered cautiously before saluting infront of Richards desk. "What would be the matter, Sir?" He said in strict military fashion. At that Richard sat up properly again before leaning against the desk. "I tried to contact those bastards just now, but he cut off, they are definitely up to something, but I cant act with what I know right now... I got no law on my side in this." He said in response, his voice sounding a bit depressed, though to Takamori it was obvious he was suppressing a lot more anger under his calm exterior.

The remainder of the day passed by, Richard spending it thinking of just how he would pay Yoshitoki back, without finding any possible ways without breaking any laws, so he gave up once it began to grow dark and his companys employes began to go back to their respective homes, being the late worker as usual Richard was the last one to leave the company, making sure that all alarms and locks was in place before getting into his car. The next day passed by without anything peculiar happening, there was no more reports of attempted espionage and nothing had been sabotauged, maybe the connection the hackers had discovered was just a coincidence.

Richard had spent most of the day working down in one of the labs, this time a special one built for only one purpouse, project Y-1, or Jager. As Jager had completely destroyed the last facility he had been put in for maintenance Richard had decided, after a lot of ranting, to have a place specifically for him, this time however with much less dangerous equipment and storages around, and a more direct way of cutting off all spiritual flows. After putting him under maintenance once more, and making sure everything worked right before leaving and going back to his office building. A few hours later that day, about the time for dinner for most folks, Richard was watching the stockmarket on his favorite news channel, though there was nothing much of interest until a news flash came up on it.

"And now for a special announcement. Invesments rose 10 percent today with Vulcan Enterprise new unveiling of the Tri-clo Turret, the first in a series of AI controlled machines..." The announcer continued talking, going on about minor details, although Richard wasnt paying attention, he was simply staring at the screen as his right hand was clenched into a fist. "Huh, isnt that the 'Universal-terrain walker turret' you designed about a month ago?" Takamori asked, Richards left eye twitched.

Just a few hours later, just as the sun was setting Richard was looking out over the city below as one of his many personal helicopters was making their way towards Vulcan Enterprises main HQ, he had heard they were having a board meeting now, and he intended to join in.

[GoldenKitten]

A dozen or more heavy attack helicopters filled with men shot through the dimming light and out toward their target. Their path was never hindered though whether they sported some device that allowed them to go unnoticed or had darker freedoms not provided to others was unknown. As they raced along their path a single massive helicopter, more bulky than the rest, having two blades and painted a much darker color than the rest flew high above with just as few markings as to where it originated. As night loomed the only signs of its existence as it passed high above was an eerie green glow from the cockpit but despite its silent voyage into the abyss the inside was anything but quiet as the occupants prepared for war.

Derrick was a large man who in a casual situation would have been like a whale sitting amongst fish. He had biceps the diameter of a tree and stood nearly as tall as one, as cut as any Mr. Universe and with a chest made of titanium he was extremely imposing on normal grounds, much more so when he had a suit of armor that made him look practically alien. Like many in the Mallory arms “Security Force” he had once been a foreign mercenary but now took his work from a sole source but because of this the Mallory Arms was the one place you could find all sorts of foreign faces, in Derricks case he had a very traditional African America look to him. He sported dark skin and black hair which was pushed back in a short but messy row of spikes with a pair of large hazel eyes peering out from underneath that conveyed more emotion than one might expect from someone like him. He was currently in a jet-black suit of armor that fit his body tightly and looked almost mechanical though this was just from the heavily armored interior as it was still traditional in the end, like the rest sitting around him he sported many assorted weapons on his back. Looking over the chopper of men he spotted many unfamiliar faces preparing their gear and weaponry. He usually did things in a small four man group of elites within the M.A.S.F known as the Halo Storm or Storm Vanguard but many more had been added for this mission. He might normally have been annoyed but he had seen the anger in Richards face as he had ordered the preparations and knew that this would be no small strike, they were going to war and they would need more men.

It was odd how a man could change his view of the world in such a way. He used to fight for the sole purpose of making money but after joining as an enforcer with Mallory Arms briefly during Richards inception he had seen things that shouldn't have existed in this world. After fighting these things he had realized he could never go back to doing the dull mercenary work he had performed before, not only was work under Richard more interesting but he learned allot along the way. Admitted this would not be anywhere near as interesting as some of the things he had seen and almost seemed to be a child's pissing war only on a larger scale. But at the end of the day Derrick was loyal and knew sometimes you had to break some eggs to make an omelet. He stared blankly out the nearest porthole into the dark sky and ignored the commotion behind him, some were as quiet as he in their preparations where others almost seemed to be having frat parties before the battle.

“What are you being so contemplative about?” a voice said next to him as he received a gentle elbow to the gut.

He turned and looked at his second in command Zaks sitting next to him. Zaks was one of the few members of the squad who was actually Japanese and was ridiculously young and short compared to the others in the helicopter, even more so next to Derrick who made him look like a child. Zaks real name was Zakomori or something similar but he had not mentioned it since the first day they had met several years ago and it had been lost to Derrick by this point. The young man barely broke five feet, had a lanky structure and sported a smaller version of the armor Derrick wore with an added pair of aviators glasses set on top of his head and a strip of black camo-paint across the bridge of his nose, looking almost like a child trying to play war. He was the only other officer in the group who had the same large machine gun that Derrick had on his back though where it was almost a pistol to Derrick it looked almost comical strapped on Zaks. Still as always appearances could be deceiving and after all the years he had served there was no doubting Zaks courage or skill, he was a master marksman, the second best with explosives in the Halo Storm and could hack any form of electronic you threw at him with both arms tied behind his back.

“Oh nothing, you know me, just like to relax before killing everything in sight...” he tone was obviously only half-joking.

“Ya I hear you...all these unfamiliars are getting on my nerves. Ours drops aren't supposed to be like this...bet half of them crap their pants on the way down too.” Zaks was obviously as angry as Derrick though not as good as holding it back, the chopper was to loud for anyone but him to hear the comment though.

“Its only this time.” he responded reassuringly.

It appeared Zaks was about to respond when a red light above them turned on and the entire group fell immediately silent. A series of hissing and clicks followed and after a thirty second wait some locks on a long cylindrical tube at the end of the helicopter started unscrewing. Derrick and Zaks didn't act like this was anything odd but there was an obvious apprehension from the rest of the group as the cover over the tube slid open. Beneath in a pale red glow a young man in a white suit, a weaker physique than even Zaks and messy blond hair was strapped into the tube, ever so slowly his eyes opened as he began to look around inquisitively. Then a giant smile spread across his face and he started humming to himself. The looks most of the unfamiliars were shooting each other suggested most had never actually seen Richards big weapon before and Derrick had to admit he had been just as confused the first time he had seen Jager...since then though he never doubted again though. He wasn't entirely certain how he felt about such a unreliable source of fighting but there was no doubting the boys usefulness and he and his squad knew how to stay out of his way, the others might not but that wasn't his problem. Both officers stood up and chuckled at the reactions as they did so while making their way toward the tube and then to a door to the cockpit next to it. As they passed the young man looked at them, you could never be sure what he was thinking but Derrick was pretty certain that Jager had become familiar with the Halo Storm at the very least.

“Cookie?” the boy asked simply.

“Oh ya...uhhh...” Derrick padded down his outfit calmly, then after a moment he found a pack on his belt. Upon opening he was greeted by several plastic wrapped chocolate chip cookies, this was obviously routine, “Knock yourself out kid.” he said as he placed the cookie into Jagers mouth since the boy had no free hands.

Jager began munching happily and tossing his head back like a baby bird while Derrick and Zaks moved into the cockpit. Basked in the green light from the instrumentation sat two more men, both who seemed to be equipped with similar weaponry as them marking them as the other two members of the Halo Storm. One was a large caucasian male who had served with Derrick longer than the others and joined as a mercenary at the same time as he, he was a rather obese man even though he was still in shape for his size and went by his reported last name of King with a shaved head and a poorly maintained goatee. Next to him sat Bear, a much younger and skinnier african american whom Derrick had, had more than a few arguments with about ethics but there was nobody better at blowing things up. Before them sat a man wearing a pilots helmet named Svitz, he could be considered a fifth member of the Halo Storm as he was the consistent pilot and took his share of the flak but could never “truly” be considered one since he didn't get into the thick of it. Still he was respected and the only other person here they felt comfortable voicing their real opinions around.

“Time?” Derrick asked as they filed in to stand behind the three who were seated.

“Three minutes, we should see the Vulcan complex in the next minute.” replied Svitz.

The group fell silent and as Svitz promised the sprawling form of Eastern Tokyo formed beneath them with it centered around the massive structure of Vulcan Enterprises tower HQ. If Derrick hadn't known that by the end of the night it would be a smoldering crater he might have been impressed, he had to hand it to them that if there was one group that could make a structure as impressive as Mallory it was Vulcan. An entirely glass plate window tower was the centerpiece of the grounds and was laced with bright lights all along the structure. It fell down into a massive research grounds with countless test labs, its own academia and barracks all surrounded by a massive ornate wall to keep the general public out without ruining the look of things...tonight those high walls would keep their identities a secret though. All around the land was probably around five miles in diameter (8.05 Kilometers) and was no doubt well defended, it would be a difficult target and Derrick now understood why they had received so many men...their superior firepower was only going to go so far in the face of this. Still he was hardly worried, he had seen things that made this look like a cakewalk and he knew this was not going to be the place he died. Far below and ahead of him he could make out the figures of the attack helicopters who were going to take the rare position of vanguard which was usually the Halo Storms job though they would still be deep striking farther than the others. The attack copters were going unnoticed at their current altitude but if they went any lower they would be easy target since the only way to attack the refraction armored copters was line of sight as they were a complete nulsig on most radar.

“King what does groundhog have to say?”

“Any moment now, their burrowing and chewing, results in seconds.” King responded jovially.

Derrick slammed his fist against the room of the helicopter and the four men around him returned pounds on the vehicle around them. He stuck his head back through the door and stared at the unfamiliars who were still staying very quiet in the company of their unusual guest who was still chewing happily on his cookie. A quick pound on the door rim got all their attention.

“Get hot, we go within the minute. Any of you who were having second thoughts about volunteering just lost any chance of backing out, this is where it gets fun.” He sounded amused at the idea of someone refusing.

All of the members in the back began dawning casual air-mask which contained 100% oxygen mixtures to keep the high oxygen atmosphere until they hit ground level over their faces while the Halo Storm each pulled out specially fitted mask with large rimmed green eyelids and a large gas mask construction. Each clicked firmly into place around their collars and the suits systems hummed momentarily while the interiors were pressurized. The suits did not elevate marksmanship or have as many features as Richards suit but it heavily armored them, increased their strength, fed tons of data and made them immune to many outside effects such as biological contaminates and heat, raising their deadliness to a whole other level.

Derrick returned his attention out the front window and leaned down over Bears seat to get a good look at the city below. He counted time in his head and at somewhere around nine seconds the first sign of the plan went off as a segment of the city below lost power. Other portions quickly followed and while it was obvious much of the city in the distance retained power more than enough had been cut, eventually reaching the giant Vulcan tower as its spectacular form went dark. Not even a second passed at that point when the vanguard of attack helicopters hit active and the sky exploded. Hundreds of thousands of rockets fired at machine gun rates and streaked out toward the currently defenseless form of the labs. They struck out across the night sky in silence from where Derrick was and even when the explosions started it was in sublime silence, an eerie sight to say the least. Of course it wasn't so silent on the ground as countless buildings surrounding the tower went up in flames and a few even struck the massive structure. There was no immediate response but Derrick knew Vulcan Enterprises well from previous dealings and was fully aware of the hornets nest they had just jabbed at with a stick. He watched the attack helicopters pull out and the transport choppers push forward and low toward the ground with the enhanced vision the suit gave him. He jammed his fist into the ceiling once more and the rest of the Halo Storm stood up and filed out into the hold where the others were waiting, as he did so he jammed a red button next to the tube the boy was still in, he noted briefly the cookie was finished.

“Time to go.” Derrick said.

“Will there be bunnies!!!!??” Jager asked excitedly.

“Many, many bunnies...” Replied Bear behind them in a sarcastic tone and Derrick just shook his head.

The large tube began pushing toward the back of the helicopter on a motor and Derrick followed it slowly toward the back. His advanced hearing from the suit kicked in and he heard the whizzing of heavy bullets, he only had to turn around momentarily, looking out the cockpit window to see that the Vulcan AA towers were peppering the sky but the plan had gone as formulated and the fire was completely blind. The plan calculated that the generators that the compound no doubt had would take at least 3 minutes to activate and that was exactly as long as they had to get inside before that deadly fire wouldn't be so blind anymore. Twenty seconds passed before the tube and he stood at the very back of the helicopter and he hit another glowing red button. A siren sounded and the pressure seal around the helicopter released as the back door slowly opened and the pure oxygen atmosphere was lost, exposing the black night and the lighted buildings far on the horizon, below were thousands of feet before the ground. King took his position on the other side of the tube and Derrick looked at Jager who was completely oblivious about what was going on despite having tested the system several times.

“Has the main force engaged?” Derrick asked into his voice unit.

“Yes sir.” replied Svitz.

“Give me count till we center over the target.”

There was silence and then Svitz voice returned, “10...9...-” “2...1...MARK, MARK, MARK!”

“Good luck to you my boy!” yelled king over the noise of the air and the helicopters blades.

Derrick and King kicked out the lock pins on the tube and pushed hard on it, the tube fell down and caught at the end of the ramp but the straps holding Jagar released and tossed him out into the night. He could only be seen momentarily as he was whisked out by the pull of air and disappeared. Derrick turned around and while he couldn't see any of the unfamiliars faces he could tell they were unsure what to make of what had just happened, tossing a man out thousands of feet above ground with no means of stopping his descent...Derrick didn't give it a second thought though. After a few moments he felt the helicopter lurch to a stop and begin to pull back into a hover as he made the hand signal to tell the occupants to prepare. One overly excited member raced forward ready to take the jump and Derrick had to grab him by the shoulder and push him back, he got close to him and yelled.

“You give Y-1 30 seconds head start or your going to be getting there just as things get ugly...patience kid!”

Far below now Jager was tumbling end over end and was already well below the safe point for deploying a parachute. Yet despite being completely out of control it seemed Jager didn't know what fear was as he was currently giggling to himself. He rectified his tail spin but continued to spin rapidly like a top quickly coming upon the ground.

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!” he yelled the whole way, his reaction completely contradicting how most would have felt.

Below the land was on fire and tracer fire was going everywhere as the defenders had apparently been awakened by now. If he had actually understood Jager might have spotted the transport choppers pulling out from dumping there cargo of men into the battle to retreat before the lights came back on. With the fire as a reference Jager had to have been under five hundred feet (152.4 meters) and it took literally a second for him to hit ground level...and yet it didn't happen like you might think. With a showing of understanding and skill that betrayed his true purpose Jager extended his hand and a burst of energy escaped it and cushioned his fall in the last few seconds, shooting up dust and causing a minor crater but in general not a huge show. His hand made ground contacted and he shifted his full energy tossing his weight forward, his momentum pulled straight and saw him performing a home-run style slide along the ground of epic proportions. When he finally came to a stop Jager stayed planted on the ground for a moment before pushing up and launching to his feet in one fell sweep. He began brushing his pants off as he stood completely oblivious to the gunfire whizzing over his head...he had landed right between where two of the forces had met.

Jager as planned had landed much closer to the central Vulcan Enterprise tower HQ than those who had ridden in on the transport choppers that had brought the others to the extremities of the facility. The structure loomed far above him though he was still a good mile (1.61 Kilometers) away from the base of the tower but this was also part of the plan. It was well known that the central tower was as well guarded as the strongest military fortress and a direct assault without first setting up a defense would have been suicide for most. It had been hoped Jagar would go active and clear out some of the opposition in the process, perhaps even taking on the front defenses which would be no problem for him...unfortunately Jager was unreliable at best.

But as he stood amongst the fire and flames lady luck turned out to be on Richards side as a passing bullet grazed Jaegars shoulder.

The rush of air was missing but the the force of the wind blowing on him as Derrick fell toward the ground still tossed his limbs around sometimes. He looked around and while he knew many had jumped before him he could only spot the last three who had been out of the chopper which was of course the Halo Storm, who were now obviously named for their use of the HALO jump into hot battle situations. Derrick streamlined his body and struck out toward the ground at a rapid pace, avoiding most of the health issues involved thanks to his proper knowledge and the superoxygenated capability of the Halo Storm helicopter and his suit. Still the stress on ones body, even in the suit was extreme and he had to keep his wits about him at all times as even with constant readouts using his suits sensors there was always room for error. As he closed in he spotted several black figures who had blown their parachutes to early slowly gliding to the ground and he cursed their presence and prematureness, if they didn't get to ground level before the lights came back on it could give away their landing zone. It was difficult to tell what was occurring down below but he saw plenty of fire from where the missiles had struck, he did not however see the bullets flying around his landing zone like might have been expected. He wasn't as surprised as one might have been though as he was fully aware of what he had sent in before them. He spotted Zaks pulling his chute and realizing just how close he was to the ground spun back with his head skyward and pulled the string launching his chute as he fell the rest of the way. By the time he was ready for landfall he had almost burned off all the speed of the fall and at 20 feet (6 meters) spun around while drawing his combat knife and cut the strands to the chute, letting it be carried away by the wind. Derrick came to the ground and planted both feet firmly down while putting his hand to the ground to displace the weight.

Putting his knife back into its sheath he reached on to his back and spun the sleek black ovular gun that sat on his back around his thumb three times before grabbing it in both hands and aiming it upwards into his sights. He viewed the surrounding situation calmly as Jager was why they hadn't been greeted by hostile fire and torn and shredded bodies lay everywhere, the most tell tell sign of the destruction though was a perfectly cut hole in a nearby building that went straight through on a path toward the tower. Derrick was looking over the bodies and saw with great dismay that one of their own men was impaled on a nearby piece of broken debris. He expected it of Jager, there was no controlling him and Halo Storm was used to following his minor catastrophes into the heart of a battle but he wished Richard would put a stronger leash on his pet and at least stop it from killing friendlies. He heard a crunch from behind and spun around, gun at the ready when he spotted King and Zaks coming around a nearby corner followed by three unfamiliars. From everywhere around them they could hear fights breaking out between other contact teams and Derrick knew that it was only a matter of time until they ran into something, they were just getting a momentary reprieve because of Jagers actions. The group closed in on Derrick while watching all their angles, guns also at the ready.

“Whats the status of the rest of the HALO?” he commanded.

“We have reports that several have arrived around this area and are regrouping. A few unfortunately landed in hostile fire but there are still a couple uncounted for.” Zaks replied, his cold black mask and green eyes not telling his feelings though like the rest of the Halo Storm he was a long time professional and didn't allow feelings into work.

“Bear?” he spoke into his voice unit once more.

“Shhhh...” came a quiet voice from the other side, Derrick stared blankly at the sky though under his mask he sported a look of momentary concern. After thirty seconds Bear came back over the voice unit.

“Yo. Shit I'm at ground zero, I landed high and got right in our boys way. He just made short work of EVERYONE! I'm gonna stay hidden for a few more until I know hes gone.”

“Just stay there, we are moving up anyway. Just voice us when we are in sight before coming out, don't want to confuse you for someone else.”

“Roger, tuck'em up.”

Derrick turned back toward the rest and raised his gun as he saw movement in the shadows behind them causing them all to sweep around. Moments later several other unfamiliars from the drop came into the clearing though, Derrick would use his night vision but was expecting the lights to go active at any moment.

As if reading his thoughts he heard the tell-tell sound of generator fed electricity being pumped through the wires and with no warning the entire complex lit up like a carnival. While he couldn't tell from here it only took a quick look at the sky to realize the rest of Eastern Tokyo was still out so Vulcan Enterprises must have had some heavy duty generators on the inside. Alarms started squawking at ear-drum bursting levels and lights shot skyward. They were to late to get the transport copters which were already pulled out of range but some of the members of the drop who had pulled to early were just now entering range. The automated guns spun and found their targets, chewing through their armor like it wasn't there and sending whatever was left hurtling toward the ground in bloody bits and sprays. The attack copters that were still waiting on the edges of the darkness responded quickly by blowing what automated turrets they could find to kingdom come with their remaining rockets but it was to late since they would pose no more threat. The real damage had been done and Derricks fears confirmed, now ground forces would know where the HALO drop had landed and any forces who weren't occupied with attackers farther out would be headed their direction. They were deep in enemy territory and every gun within the surrounding three miles was pointed their way.

“Lets make some war...” Derrick commented as he started walking quickly toward the Tower which was re-lit once more while covering his angles.

[Zhiel]

Everything had gone as planned. The attack helicopters, as well as troop transports had stayed just out of sight, then just as the power was cut they struck, providing cover for their troops as they either landed along with the helicopters in the back, just inside the walls, or parachuted close to the defenders positions. As was usual the Halo Storm was doing in deeper, and they had Jager with them. Richard knew that Derrick and his group didnt like to have strangers along with them on their missions, and he respected that wish, although for this mission he had seen it necessary to provide them with extra backup, he hoped they would understand that, even if Vulcan was inferior they had still been the leader of the millitary market for years, so they surely had several secret projects just like he did.

Just as the lights had cut out, Richards helicopter had hovered over the top of the Vulcan complex, lowering slightly, still being over 100 meters above the roof of the large towerlike building, and as the missiles of the attack helicopters flew three shadows could be seen jumping out of the helicopter above the structure, two of them falling at a strange, leasurily pace, while the third was falling like a rock, only starting to slow down slightly when it began to close in to the roof. It only took the defenders ontop the roof a few seconds to notice them, but before they had the time to ready their guns the third one slammed into the steel platform in the center of the construction, causing a large dent in the steel.

The large shadow rose up from its crouched position, now making it obvious it was some kind of robot or armor, it held a similiar design to that of Richards own suit, yet it was obviously many times thicker, with other small details on the back and shoulders. Unlike Richards suit of armor which was prety rounded, with only a few, obviously intended sharp edges, this one was the complete opposite, being edgy all over, and seemingly having been built on a lot, repaired and had more steel put on it, although despite its rather shabby look one couldent help but feel it was intimidating, though that could be due to the suit as a whole standing at almost 2.2 meters, the mini-cannon mounted to the arm probably had something to do with it as well.

Some of the more quick thinking soldiers that had been guardian the roof aimed their guns at the large armored one and began to open fire, shortly followed by others, however it seemed the bullets was simply deflected off it, not even making a scratch on the steel, and within a second the large shadow had stood up completely and moved its arm into aiming at one of those around, if one were really close they would have been able to see the grin that was beginning to spread on the face behind the visor.

One needed not be on the roof of the huge complex to realize what kind of slaughter was going on up there, for anyone with even the slightest sense of reiatsu they could feel every shot made by the large armored man, and he was firing them like a machinegun, sending unlucky soldiers beyond the edges of the roof with fist sized holes in their chests, occasionally compact bullets of pure reiatsu, nearly the size of a thumb shot across the sky as they missed their intended target, or passed straight through, what would have unnerved one more though was the near maniacal laugher comming from above the structure, fortunately it was prety damn tall up there, so only Richard and Kaeshi, who was just about to "land" on the structure could hear it, although one was used to it, and the other felt the same inside when watching the "battle".

Once the battle ontop the complex had been solved Richard walked up to the edge of the building and looked down at the battle, using his suits built-in zoom to observe how the battle was going. He was displeased to see that several of the troops sent in with the Halo Squad had apparently ejected their parachuted much too early, now making them targets of the anti-air turrets, he was no war veteran but even he could tell this would reveal the Halo Storms position, and being so far into the enemies territory it would definitely cause them trouble.

Pressing a button on the side of his helmet as he sighed Richard opened a voice link with a van that was hidden a few hundred meters away from the Vulcan complex. "Are they ready yet?" He asked, shortly after the comm on the other side crackled to life. "Sir yes sir, they have just been deployed and are making their way over the wall as we speak." the voice of someone who was obviously not japanese responded, and as he said this Richard spoted three large shadows appearing at the edge of the wall. "Great, I want you to support the Halo Storm, the additions messed up and their location has been revealed" Richard said with a commanding tone, just after the man on the other end responded. "Yes sir, ready in thirty."

When the defenders had found that the enemy had infiltrated as deep as they had they sent out several of their heavy artillery to intercept them, just as the larger tank-like veichles came within sight of the Halo Storm and began to turn their weapons to aim at the small group of elites, large shells the size of heads flew over them, causing an intense winddraft, and then slamming into the tanks, hitting right below the turret, pushing straight through the armor before exploding, making the tanks blow into large pieces of scrap metal. The comm of the Halo storm crackled to life as a voice carried over it. "Thought you could use some backup." On the side of the wall to the complex sat three of the actual walker turrets, their legs buried into the wall, apparently being so steady so they could fire without trouble, and were now preparing for another round. "We will cover you, go for the entrance"

Watching the success of his newest creation Richard couldent help but smile, he wondered just how much inferior the Vulcan's rushed one was. While his turret was prety much complete, it just needed some more tweaking of the AI, which was why it was currently partially controlled by those in the van, the Vulcans was apparently already done, although he had worked on his nearly non-stop for over a month, they had finished theirs in probably a week, he wondered how much they had gotten wrong, except the shape of it.

OOC: The turrets underbody is basically formed like this i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/Shinreiku/Tablet%20works/Walkerturret_underbody.jpg , the actual cannons are more or less a large barrel that can turn 180 degrees from straight ahead to up, and then down again, using a rotation platform between the turret and the underbody to give it near 100% degree capabilities, just incase you were wondering~

[Mr. Butterfly]

"Desu~.....how could this have happened?"

Marisa Truax, Special Operative of the New World Order, was in a bind. She ducked down behind what looked like a giant barrel as something clunked by. Ku -lunk, ku-lunk, ku-lunk, ...Marisa cringed as a large, imposing shadow was seen from her hiding place in the shadows from the flood lights. However, her fears were swept away as it apparently moved on, its loud metalic sounds echoing, melded with the thumping boots of armed guards. Marisa, choosing this chance to dive into the next aisle, thought about how this had happened....
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The whirring of a helicopter engine filled the air. Walking onto the takoff pad in her Advanced Spirit Combat suit, Marisa Truax was smiling whereas others had serious expressions on their faces. Today was one of the few times Marisa got to be part of the large scale operations, and a very important one at that, from the angry tone in the Boss's voice when they were all summoned. She climbed in, the small chopper taking off. The crew on board was small; it consisted of her, the pilots and two other soldiers Marisa didn't know. They flew slightly before the rest, for their task was one that did not require brute force.

Upon arriving at Vulcan Enterprises, the helicopter flew silent, being specifically built for such purposes. It was able to land close, about 70 yards from the rear entrance. Marisa hopped off, the helicopter leaving to regroup with the main force, leaving her alone. Quickly and sliently, Marisa began her approuch, using the cover of her surroundings. Luckily, more of the guards were stationed inside, and evading the cameras and motion sensors was easy in the suit, as her visor funtioned like an infrared scouter. Soon, she was at what appeared to be a ventalation shaft, and kicked it in, clambering in as silently as possible.

After almost getting lost in the maze of pipes that made up the Air Conditioning in this place, Marisa found the room she was supposed to: the Power Generater room. However, she saw a single guard- easy pickings, right? And yet, he looked well armed and buffed out, obviously one of the top guards. The surprisingly cheasy-looking nametag of his chest read "Yori". What kind of name was that? At any rate, Marisa had a job to do.

Kicking in the shaft's vent cover, she dropped down vertically as the shaft lid bounced off of the guard's head. The guard went to turn around, but a swift movement later and he was uncouncious, Marisa having hit him in the neck with enough force to knock out any body builder. She then turned around to a VERY large circuit breaker, connected to some very rudementary and blocky generators, long cables neverending in the room. With a puzzled look, Marisa walked over to it, and pulled out her pistol. With 3 quick bursts she had fried the entire thing with reiatsu-radiated bullets. Overpowering darkness ensued, coating the entire place in inky blackness, the noly light in the room coming from Marisa's visor. Marisa smiled, thinking about her job well done, when suddenly a whirring sound was heard, and the lights shot back on. Marisa's shock was quickly answered as she realized that there must have been a backup generator somewhere.

"Shit...."


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Marisa, trying to get out of the base before the sounds of echoing gunfire she heard got closer, leapt out at a passing soldier, quickly snapping his neck. She then held her hand over his face, Quickly copying him and his identity. She felt her body change, her facial shape morphing. She stood straight up, feeling her armor get slightly tighter. She then ducked back into another row of barrels- even as someone else, she could still get caught if she wasn't careful.

[GoldenKitten]

Derrick and the others had pushed forward quickly and had just managed to escape the scene when a mass of guards had descended on it from farther out in the complex. Still they only just made it and even so were walking straight into more as the noose was tightened. Derrick knew he and the rest of the Halo Storm could hold out for a good long while but even they needed to worry about being outgunned here. As if to mark these thoughts three Vulcan security personnel brandishing compact machine guns came cruising around the corner ahead of them, not yet taking note of the advancing Halo Storm. Derrick had hoped to keep their exact location a secret just a bit longer as they followed the trail of Jagers destruction toward the Vulcan Tower but it would only be a few more seconds before the three spotted them.

He leveled his Darkfire machine gun at the first head and squeezed the trigger only three times in rapid succession, managing to release only three bullets despite the guns automatic rate. His gun gave off an eerie black smoke as the casings dropped to the ground followed by the bodies of the three men whose heads exploded in pink mist before they fell. Before the kills could even hit the ground though the entire Halo was running forward at nearly inhuman speeds, especially in their bulky armor and moving on to the next street. The Halo were some of the most skilled humans you would find in the world who lacked spirit power and as strong and capable as many of those who did, even King who looked almost obese in normal situations moved with a certain sort of powerful grace. Watching them rush forward, hardly taking cover and moving so quickly they were starting to leave the unfamiliars behind it was clear they were one thing, shock troopers, built to crush the enemy quickly and brutally.

The first sign of trouble was when a slight trimmer began to shake the ground. Even running at full speed like they were all three members of the Halo immediately stopped in their tracks, their instincts in war were uncanny and before the heavy artillery even got close they were taking up defensive positions around the “aisle” or road they were on. One good thing about the Vulcan complex was that all the buildings provided allot of cover, for all Vulcans military might their compound had not been built to defend against a strike of any magnitude. It was dark and had many corners to use and while both sides had this advantage the superior side would always win…the Halo Storm…and also the rest of M.A.S.F were the superior side. If it had been built like a bunker all around then they could have made use of the superior numbers Vulcan had to stem off a better equipped and trained group of smaller numbers…but they hadn’t.

The tank constructs came around several corners up and turned their turrets toward them. Derrick was about to issue the command to fire when several shells flew overhead and slammed into the tanks tearing them apart. Unfortunately one of the tanks got a shell off just before it blew apart and it shot with super-sonic velocity down the exact center of the street, blowing out windows and creating an intense draft as it pushed along the tight corridor. Derrick and the other Halo’s were unphased but three of the unfamiliars were blown off their feet though they promptly got back up and one of them who had been close to the center simply disappeared. He had been there one moment and in the blink of and eye had been picked up off his feet and whisked away, a small spray of blood was the only sign he had even been there. The shell continued on for another hundred meters before hitting the ground and exploding in a small fireball. Derrick placed his hand to his voice unit as he heard Richard speaking directly to their group.

“Understood. MOVE FORWARD!” he yelled to his group.

As they continued pushing up and around they soon found themselves on the main drag headed toward the tower which was starting to loom over them to a greater and greater degree as they closed the distance. Fireballs from the turrets had been sailing overhead for almost two minutes by now and they had been lucky that those distractions and their quick movement speed had kept them from having to engage the main force. Still as they pushed up the street it was obvious that wouldn’t last much longer, as you would expect the front of the Vulcan complex was built like a vault and had enough men stationed in that one place to put some national military’s to shame. At this point the turrets had apparently turned their attention to other targets, no longer able to give covering fire to the Halo as far as they had pushed in. As Derrick was trying to think of what he would do once they got to the bunker a bright red unnatural light shot into the air and was followed by an explosion moments later. Red chain lightning covered the bunker which was still almost a mile away but even without seeing it directly Derrick knew what was happening, Jager had arrived. Immediately Derrick reached for his voice unit.

“Bear.”

“I hear you?”

“We have visual on Y-1; he’s left your sector. We can’t make it to you, had to throw off a noose and broke from his trail. Follow the wake and meet us at Tier 1.”

“Roger.”

Despite their differences Bear never argued when it came to battle, they were all professionals and did as they were told and Derrick had saved their lives more than a few times.

Then without warning there was the sound of a high powered rifle firing and before he could even move a large chunk of Derrick’s thigh armor was blown clear off and away into the darkness exposing the tight armor mesh under it. Derrick sunk into a corner as did the other Halo members immediately detecting the fires direction coming from down the street. He could see Zaks from here who after finding cover was locating a way on top of the nearest hab unit and with a brief look around the corner he saw King had made his way behind a massive concrete slab not to far up the street that was likely used to direct armored traffic around the compound. One of the unfamiliars had been quick on his feet and landed not far from Derrick but the rest of the remaining group were cut down in a hail of unrelenting automatic gunfire that tore them to shreds. Derrick tapped his voice unit and spoke.

“The high masters cast their holy glow upon the damned, their loyal followers hold strong and cast them out.”

He spoke in Legindia, a code language to keep enemies off their plans. At longer distances their transmissions were hard to detect but up close there was always the possibility the enemy might have the capability to listen in. Some units used math codes or a modified morse code by tapping on their voice unit but the Halo used a more intuitive form of language. They didn’t need to be terribly complicated because by the time someone figured out what they were saying they would already be dead. Legindia was an active language; it didn’t have set words but rather used terms that were created on a spur of the moment basis depending on what was happening. The Halo had long ago learned to understand it, the language was interactive and after a while even if a word had never been used in it before one could quickly decipher the meaning if they knew the basics behind how it was spoken. In this case Derrick was telling King that Zaks was moving over the opponents and they needed to draw their attention so that he wasn’t spotted.

The powerful sound of Kings own darkfire followed to show just how quickly he had understood. Derrick too popped out of hiding and sprayed the enemy with an automatic burst of fire. Even without aiming the enemy had been so certain of themselves due to their numbers that nearly ten men who had been advancing on their location were mowed down in just seconds. Still both men had to drop down quickly, the automatic fire returned toward them was sporadic at best but as the top of Kings concrete cover and the corner that Derrick was hiding behind exploded all at once it was obvious they were being covered by multiple high powered rifles from farther back.

“The lunar shot falls back high upon the tyrants hill, the thousand needle forest is but a trivial defense upon the fortnight of three.” Zaks spoke over the channel; he had found the snipers, there were of them but he needed the others to draw attention for an estimated thirty seconds before he would have them in his sights.

From this distance Derrick could hear the tell-tell sounds of King readying his launcher and he prepared for another burst from his darkfire. He had memorized the enemy position by heart after just viewing them for a very short period and while he was sure some had moved and he would make a few misses many more would find themselves not so lucky. He happened to spot the unfamiliar next to him, holding his tiny little nothing gun compared to the monster darkfires as he tried to figure out how to shoot around the corner. He didn’t particularly care but he had to admire the little man for trying, he also had a feeling that the man wouldn’t survive the night.

They exposed themselves as one and Derrick fired a few single-shots with memorized precision and incredibly accurate skill, the one shot kills as accurate as any sniper. Heads exploded and men crumpled as they were struck in the chest or legs, the darkfires supernatural bullets chewing through them like paper. Even the unfamiliar got a few, turning around his corner and blasting full auto. Derrick sunk back behind his corner and so did the unfamiliar, as soon as their fire had stopped the surrounding area lit up with false sunlight. Derrick’s launcher was as powerful as a handheld explosive could be without subjecting it to supernatural forces and in the small nuclear style mushroom cloud that followed even though Derrick was faced away from it he knew countless defenders had just been instantly roasted alive. Over the explosion Derrick heard three very loud and pronounced shots, recognizing them as a darkfire being used in conjunction with a longer barrel attachment. Jaks had done his duty.

He swung around and charged up the street with a ferocious roar and was joined instantly by King. The unfamiliar was left gawking at the two suicidal maniacs as they rushed into the heart of the enemy while they still recovered from the massive blast. The two huge forms moved with an impossible speed and as the first survivor who was righting himself cried out Derrick was upon him, throwing his fist that was as large as the mans head right into his face. Even in the armor he could feel as the bones crumpled under his assault before the man was tossed back into the darkness. What happened next was a flurry of violence, speed and enough bullets to fill your average action movie.

King while smaller than Derrick was still larger than these men; they continued to pulverize them with their already impressive strength increased by their suits for as long as the daze the explosion had caused lasted. One man only ten meters away raised from his hiding spot and fired on Derrick as the large man finished stepping on one of the defenders chest, crushing it flat to the earth. He wheeled around and with all his strength hurled his darkfire at the man, striking him clear in the head and likely fracturing his skull in the process as the enemy dropped. He reached to both of his hips and in one hand drew a long sword that was more a dagger in his hands and a massive pistol in the other that to a normal man would have been a rifle. King drew a similar duo of weapons and in the moments that followed cries of pain as they cut a bloody swathe through those close enough to them for sword blows and the massive booms of the near howitzer caliber pistols filled the confines of the street as they tore grapefruit sized holes in their targets. When all told the tally was pulled this single engagement had ended with almost forty members of the Vulcan defense force dead…or at least forty that could be identified.

The dust and debris of the battle fell while the team rounded up their weapons and Jaks returned to them, the unfamiliar returned to their flank but even behind his mask Derrick could tell he was wary of them. He couldn’t really blame the man, if he was normal he would be wary of himself as well, all of the Halos were calm and calculating like any good soldier but they were also brutal killing machines. Soon though they were back on their way, heading toward the bunker which was now alight with flames. Still though Derrick had to hand it to them, shots were still being fired and the red lightning was still pulsating through the sky, only Vulcan could have the resources to actively delay Jager for so long. He said delay because Derrick knew for a fact that there was no earthly force that would ever stop Mallory arms greatest and worst creation of all time.

Even as they approached this became obvious, what had been a full fledged war at the bunkers was turning into singular shots here and there which were quickly being quieted, no doubt instantly located and put to flames by Jager. Derrick and the others arrived at the front of the bunker three minutes later, no return fire was given after several test though a giant smoking fire from inside likely having killed all occupants or at least driven them out could have told you that anyway. They all pulled themselves up over the bunker and down into a broad expanse that lead up to the Vulcan Tower entrance, it was massive, the only place on their property with a flat field. The reason was obvious, a flat field meant nowhere for an enemy to hide but as Derrick hit the ground and laid flat followed by his followers it became obvious that had not given them any advantage this time. There were easily over five hundred bodies littering the clearing, most torn into multiple pieces and there were a good few gutted and burning armored vehicle carcasses as well. In the sky the chain lightning was dimming and the entire Halo watched as its creator, Jager, walked up the steps slowly and calmly toward the giant entry door to the building.

You wouldn’t have recognized Jager at this point and he certainly wouldn’t have recognized you. His eyes glowed a bright demonic red and an aura of sheer malevolence dripped off of him…and so did ichor and the blood from a thousand people. Anyone without significant spiritual energy would be stopped in their tracks at the aura and if he didn’t kill them outright would slowly have the energy drained from them. He seemed calm but underneath he was hardly in control, the slightest provocation would see him reduced to instinctive killing once more but at the moment there was nobody left to kill. What exactly he was looking for was anybody’s guess, figuring out what Jager wanted was near impossible normally but when he was like this you might has well start trying to get answers off the back of a fortune cookie.

At just that moment there were several yells and four men who had been hiding on each side of the entrance came rushing out guns blazing. Two were on the right and two were on the left, as they got closer it became apparent that most of the bullets simply zoomed around his aura and the few that penetrated to his skin rolled off like water. Jagers head snapped toward the two on the right and before you could even blink the top of the closest mans head, just above the nose was completely missing. Jager held an outstretched arm as bloody wisps trailed from his fingers and the body slumped before him as the missing portion of the head went flying through the air. The other defense member who had been close to the man tried to wheel around and fire but by the time he did so Jager wasn’t even there anymore. He had no time to consider things farther though as Jager who was now behind him grasped him by the scalp and ripped down his back. He grabbed hard and moments later a wet noodle like piece of gore went flying into the night as the enemy before him collapsed like a sack of meat, when the gore hit the ground one could see the mans entire spine had been had been removed as well as a good bit of the connecting meat. By this point the other two men were running, both quickly realizing their mistake. Jager brought his hand up and one of the men stopped dead in his tracks unmoving, the other turned for a moment thinking to help his friend but seeing the approaching Jager thought better of it and kept running. Before Jager could even reach the man who was now being raised off the ground, floating in the air the mans body began to glow with a red aura and massive currents of spiritual energy ripped through him. No mortal body could take such destructive power and he was torn into a billion pieces, a shower of gore raining down over the area.

The other man had not made it nearly far enough and in the process of looking back tripped on the steps he was ascending, falling hard to the ground. He rapidly spun over and pulled a pistol out, shooting at the rapidly approaching Jager who had turned his attention to him. Just as Jager was about to come down upon the man a flurry of bullets shot out the glass and bathed the god of death in molten pellets of power. Despite its ferocity not a single bullet glanced him but the sheer force and number brought Jagers attention away from the man. The ground shuddered as the sound of massive footsteps approached and Jager turned away and walked up the steps. From the entry hall to the tower a monster of a machine came through walking on two legs and sporting a sleek almost sports car of a torso, it had large mini-guns on each side of the body that were still spitting bolts of fire at the intruder. A normal man, even the Halo, would have had to take cover and play their cards just right to have even the lightest chance, Jager on the other hand just stood there. It was hard to tell what the unfeeling red eyes were thinking but one might suggest the closest expression to be boredom. Bullets flew in great arcs and all of them completely missing the target tore the courtyard and anything on it to shreds, showing what real destruction it should have caused. Then all at once the firing stopped, Jager had moved like liquid lightning and now had his arm all the way up to his shoulder thrust straight into the machine. There was a long pause and then an impact, the glass on the first, second and third floor of the entire front section of the tower shattered in a rain of glittering pain as it showered down upon the two combatants. Jager pulled backwards and a giant engine or core pulled straight through the mechs metal armor and was tossed out across the opening where it skidded to a stop. The armored behemoth fell to the ground before him. Something high above seemed to grab Jagers attention and with one giant push off his feet he launched up to the third floor of the building, hovered in front of it for a moment and then landed before disappearing inside.

Derrick looked around and saw that both Jaks and King were just sitting there but there was an obvious quake in the unfamiliars body, he was taking it alright though and as they all stood up so did he. A trilling sound, like the whistle of a bird sounded out from behind them and they all watched as Bear exposed himself and came running to their side. He had lost his helmet and had several bullet scrapes on his armor though none had punctured. He gestured to them all with a wave; his face was indifferent even as he spoke sarcastically.

“Follow the wake and meet us at Tier 1.” He mimicked Derrick’s deep voice “Then shoot about 300 guys along the way…” he said in his own.

They all just glanced at him momentarily and then turned back to the looming structure that they would be entering momentarily; Jaks was the only one to give him any attention and shook his head. If anybody had come upon this scene on any other day they would have thought a horrible and bloody war had been waged…except for the fact that all the bodies were from the same side, but seeing it firsthand was a different matter. After getting resituated they all walked forward across the clearing, they didn’t even need to be careful because they all knew there wasn’t a single thing living to block their way for one thing could be said about Jager, he was thorough. They reached the steps and walked up them to where the man Jager had been about to kill still laid. When they approached he brought his head which he had been resting on the ground up and almost squealed as he tried to back away. However seeing they were normal he stopped and looked up at them; he knew they weren’t from Vulcan but they hadn’t shot him yet so maybe he saw his one chance to get out of this. Derrick towered over him and looked down filling his voice with a sort of raging anger all the while to strike a bit of terror in the man, not that a nine foot giant needed to try to be any more terrifying than he already was on the battlefield.

“Your bosses where are they?”

“I…I don’t know!” the man replied sounding honest, clearly ready to tell them anything.

“Well then what floor is the suite?”

“79th floor! You have to take the stairs, the elevators go out after an alert is triggered!” the man nearly blurted.

“Damn that’s a walk…” Bear growled behind him.

“Thanks.” Was all Derrick said.

The five men from Mallory arms walked past the man, leaving him be, probably deciding fate had let him live through Jagers assault and they certainly weren’t going to be the ones who took that from him. As they passed, surveying the broken exterior of the building for a moment before moving forward into the darkness the man looked at the gun laying next to him for a moment. He also considered the armored giant and his entourage going inside for a moment and then without another thought ran for the hills. One might have considered him lucky but after getting about a mile from the large Vulcan Tower he was ripped to shreds by a heavy weapons team, the M.A.S.F was making its way in. Irony.

Back inside the tower entering a huge but dark, the lights being out in several places, opening chamber filled with all manner of decorations including some giant inactive fountains and ponds the Halo Storm moved forward. After covering the room and insuring they were alone they relaxed momentarily while Derrick called them into a defense circle and touched his voice unit.

“Hunter, we have arrived at Tier 1, ran into heavy resistance, all terminated. Marking that Y-1 is also in and made entry at Tier 3, his movements are erratic at best however so don’t hold me to where he may be now though. Objective is at Tier 32.” He sent a voice message to Richard high above. The truth was the objective wasn't at Level 32, it was at 79 like the man had said but before they entered the group had made a code. Any level over 15 was given a different levels number to create confusion, Richard would know the correct level from the code they had created though. They chose level 15 because the approach would be easily watched and if they used the code before reaching that level the enemy would quickly figure out their ploy.

“Big place!” Zaks said while they waited on Derrick honestly sounding a bit impressed though only a bit since Mallory Arms was far bigger, it was nice but Derrick had been to some truly big places where clandestine Mallory activity was held.

“Shhhhh….” King suddenly spoke.

All of them looked at him and went silent, even Derrick spared him an ear while waiting for Richards confirmation.

“Did you hear that?” he asked.

“Hear what?” responded the unfamiliar, the first time he had spoken.

And then the world around them exploded.

[Zhiel]

OOC: Sorry about the time it took, as always if theres anything wrong with it just tell me.

Nearly thirty minutes ago...

"So whats this I hear about espionage over at Mallory Arms, Nakajima-san?" Murakami Yuusuke, chief of the Armor Division of Vulcan Enterprises asked the prime director, his tone was not threatening, but it was obvious he was not pleased. The japanese man sat in a chair around a rather large square table, there was three others around the table as well, one of which was Nakajima Yoshitoki, the other two was the Chief of the Aeronautics Division, Toki Yakume, while the last was Chief of the Ballistics Division, Fujiwara Junichiro.

They were all ordinary japanese people, brown to near black hair, brown eyes and all over thirty, with the sole exception of the Murakami Yuusuke who was barely in his mid-twenties and had several strange traits for a japanese man. One of which was his nearly completely white hair which hang loosely, being stylishly cut so it did not get in his eyes, which were of a deep green color that did not look completely natural, other than that though he looked like any other young japanese man. They were all dressed in fine-tailored suits beffiting their positions, however unlike the other three who wore black to dark blue suits Murakami wore a white one.

"You should not speak like that to the Prime Director, Murakami-san. You are new to your position and should learn to respect those with more experience than you." Toki Yakume said to the younger one, and he was about to speak once more when he was cut off by Nakajima who raised his left hand slightly before speaking himself. "Oh there is no need for that, but thank you Toki-san." He said to the other chief before turning his attention to Murakami who sat on the opposite side of him.

"Your right, I did send some agents of mine to collect data from Mallory's projects, it was from this that we were able to create a better version of their planned 'walker turret'. Because of this our company will be able to start reclaiming the crown." Nakajima told the assembled CEO's, though addressing Murakami directly, though his voice was calm, one could tell he was excited about the thought of once again being on the top. At this Murakami leaned back in his seat and sighed deeply, Fujiwara looked calm as always, while Toki looked unfaced, he was probably in on it too, being about the same age as Nakajima.

"You do realize that if Mallory Arms gets notice of this they may very well use it as an excuse to wipe us out! You know just as I do that they have some kind of super soldiers, and I do not want to get into a large fight with them!" Murakami said, a hint of anger obvious in his voice, however despite the true words Nakajima looked nearly too calm, while Toki had a slight smile on his lips. Fujiwara looked slightly unnerved now however, that being a first. "There is no need to worry, should they come we are preparing our defenses, they will be ready in approximately two da-" And then the lights was cut off, and only moments later the sky was filled with the sound of missiles being fired, and only moments later the sound of explosions could be heard as some hit the complex glass. If one could have seen the look of Nakajima's face right now, it would have been priceless...

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All the while the battle took place Richard was watching from the top of the Vulcan complex, taking mental notes as things went on. The walker turrets was obviously a success, as they easily scaled the huge wall and then used it to be able to shoot completely around them, and thus was able to support the HALO, however after a few minutes a message popped up on his HUD "Unable to continue supportive fire, HALO storm is out of sight" it read, this caused Richard to grit his teeth slightly, there was one thing they could not handle, obstacles.

Either way, after having given the turret controllers the command to begin supporting the main forces he turned to look at his two subordinates who stood quietly by the door that would lead down into the complex. Even from up here the red lightning arcs of Jagers reiatsu was easy to sense, if not even see, it was rather terrifying, but to Richard, terrifying in a way that he wanted to research it, Jager may have been a failed experiment, but he had his uses. Walking up to the two others, Richard had decided that it was time he went to say hi to his... rivals...

"We gon' get to bash sum skulls sir?" the large one, Marc, asked. This caused the one to his right, a smaller man that was prety slim too, to sigh slightly. "Yup, but we're gonna stick togheter for now, we dont know what surprises Vulcan might have planned for us." Richard said to Marc, before turning to the other one, Kaeshi. "Kai, did you take care of it?" He said, using the nickname "Kai" as a form of codename, he had never gotten a real one, so Richard had to improvise. At that Kaeshi raised his right hand and held up a radio which one of the soldiers had held. "Yes sir, they believe the attackers have been taken care off, however they are sending a small squad as reinforcements." Kaeshi responded, reliable as always. Richard merely nodded, as he heard his comm unit crackle to life.

“Hunter, we have arrived at Tier 1, ran into heavy resistance, all terminated. Marking that Y-1 is also in and made entry at Tier 3, his movements are erratic at best however so don’t hold me to where he may be now though. Objective is at Tier 32.”

Richard couldent help but smile after hearing Derricks report of the situation, they had arrived at the entrance just in the right time, and with Jager ahead of them they would definitely draw enough attention for him and his two subordinates to be able to reach the actual target, floor 79, or atleast close to it, before they noticed how close they were. He would have sent a reply, but he figured it was unecessary for Derrick. "Alright, lets go." He then said, taking the lead before his two close subordinates followed suit.

[Mr. Butterfly]

While sounds on gunfire and explosions ran on around the base and it's exterior, the subsections of the base were in a semi-havoc state. It would be simple enough to call it the "basement" level if it didn't constantly dip above and under ground, creating a confusing mess that Mallory Arms would have avoided. And, escalating through this mess was Marisa.

Marisa had ditched her "face" and was back to her normal, feminine self. She had found five minute refuge in a small, yellow open barrel, diving in quickly while a patrol went by in a hurry, to join the blunt forces attempting to hold off the main attack. She then jumped out of the barrel, deciding that she would need her weapon. She pulled her small, silenced spirit pistol out of her ankle holster, then peeped around the corner, worry on her face. What was happening to the rest of the forces? Had Boss-san and the rest accomplished their task? She tried to erase these annoying questions from her mind, but they persisted.

As Marisa came down the hallway, she noticed it began to slope and enlarge, quickly reaching as tall as twenty feet. This got Marisa worried. She had spotted no guards down this hall, and with all the tall, menacin things these places could give spawn to, she was not where she wanted to be. However, she had to keep going, or else be forced to go back and likely get shot. As she went down the hall, she heard thumps of walkers. Not good.

She came into the large room from the hallway, sticking to the side to minamize chances of being seen. What she saw almost made her gulp. She had come across a large, parking-garage like lab, the floors strewn with tools and parts that had been haphazardly thrown around. On the walls were many large, empty spaces, but a few were occupied. The large, Vulcan walker turrets were implanted in the wall, cables attached to them, wires all about. A giant plug in? Marisa thought to herself, then stalked over to one of them, avoiding the sole pair of guards with ease, even though they were both a jittery mess.

Marisa got a closer look at the hulking thing of metal flesh. The rotary cannon was a thing to fear, but otherwise this one seemed inadequete compared to Boss's. She scanned around the area, coming across a small wall panel. It had 9 buttons, all 3 by 3. On the screen, a four digit blank space was visible. Marisa sighed, giving a grimaced face. She decided it was time to leave, but about that time, a large door opened up on the other side of the room. Marisa looked around for a place to hide quickly, and decided that the walker was cover enough. She scurried up one of it's legs, then stuck herself right behind the torso's main body, trying to flatten herself as much as possible, her small pistol still in hand.

Marisa overheard the voices of someone with obvious authority.
"Quickly! Release the remaining Vulcans! They've already breached deep into the building!" Fottsteps insued, and Marisa peeked her head out slightly. A man in a grey lab coat was putting the code into the pad. Marisa managed to remember the last three digits: 4-7-1. It might come in handy later. However, the moment i was imput, her hiding place gave a slight shudder, the she could hear the sounds of gears and circuits at work as the machine woke up. Soon, it, with few others, was lumbering towards the large door, with Marisa hidden slightly. The main reason she wasn't seen, however, was because they were busy running in the other diresction, in a hurry to some other place.

Marisa rode on the behemeth for a short bit, until it dawned on her that it might not be the best place to be whenever it got to where it needed to be. She looked up, seeing that the height of the machine might allow her to reach a ventalation shaft. As 'her' walker walked under one, she leapt, reaching a small beam on the ceiling support. She adjusted herself, giving her access to the vent opening. Marisa kicked it in, her suit giving her an extra omph. She then clambored in, hoping that it stayed big enough for her to fit inside, and that it would get her out.

[GoldenKitten]

The entire group hit the deck, in the middle of this room there was little cover to be had except a few concrete benches that were connected to the floor and the empty fountain in the center. Derrick found himself crouched behind one of those benches, he looked out across the field to find the others. King and the unfamiliar had both ended up behind a bench roughly parallel to his own, Zaks was alongside one of two pillars closer to the entrance and had the best cover and after a bit of searching he realized Bear had actually hopped into the fountain basin. Derrick knew they were surrounded but fortunately the close knit construction of these structures meant that one had to be directly over them to get an angle of attack. Unfortunately Derrick had figured out what was shooting at them, the streams of lead hadn't stopped since the first shot rang out and he was quite certain that there were at least two of the machines Jager had torn apart on either side of them, even if they stayed behind cover these things would eventually just chew straight through their concrete protection.

Derrick could hear Bear humming a song to himself over the radio, he ignored it and spoke out, “Zaks, visual conformation? Machines?”

There was a moments pause, “Yeah..”

“Alright, even if these things are machines they have to change ammo drums, I don't know how long it'll take but thats our chance.”

Derrick cued his visual display and brought up the map they had received that showed the towers blueprints. Utilizing a control stub in his glove he could draw a plan of attack that would be shown in the visors of the other members. King would take the left-upper, Derrick the down. Zaks the right-down, Bear the right-upper.

“Straightforward, no amount of ammo is going to do the job, dash and blow them but use the cover you see in the prints, last thing you want to do is get halfway there, be in the open and them change drums. They all started firing as one so if they each have the same hold capacity it should be like the flip of a switch.”

Almost as if on command the machines stopped firing and though a normal human would not have heard it the suits enhanced hearing could make out the clicking going on inside them that was surely the ammo changer. Derrick had not thought about this though, by the time the thought had even passed through his head he had cleared half the distance between them. It was once again a phenomenal sight to see how quickly the giant man could move when he needed to, seemingly superhuman though it was all thanks to simple training. He paid no attention to the others though as a leader should he trusted their skills and in doing so made more than adequate cover to the enemy, he was already at the machine by the time it had reloaded and working his way to the side before it could fire. That was one thing about machines Derrick had learned and why he had not made a more complicated plan, save Mallory's own creations almost all other machines had such basic AI that they would simply fire until out of ammo and basic charge techniques were more than enough to win the day.

Derrick removed a grenade shaped charge from his belt, while condensed into such a form it was far more powerful. He moved to the side of the large machine and jabbed the explosive high into its “ribs” under the arm before he ran away and jumped behind a row of the concrete benches that had been on the far wall. The machine had just turned around completely when it went up in a ball of flame and noise, Derrick made out three more similar explosions sounding out in near synchronization shortly after. He was righting himself and about to regroup when he was greeted with one of the machines still on the run, firing wildly and tearing the room apart. Of all the people he had not expected King to be the one who messed up but in this case he was with the other two meeting similar fates to the one Derrick had killed. Kings meanwhile was tracking him rapidly, trying to take him down while he looked for cover, a large crater to its right suggested that the charge had been knocked out of Kings hand at some point.

Derrick feared the worst as King was to far from cover to make it before the machine opened fire when a much smaller explosion than the ones they had used ripped through it taking one of its gatling arms off and the other followed shortly. The bipedal mech began walking around, its programming obviously unsure of what to do now that it had no weaponry or possibly not even programmed with the idea it could lose it at all. This continued for several seconds until its now unbalanced frame fell forward and the unfamiliar who had been following them jumped off from where they had been latched on.

“Well I'll be damned.” Zaks said.

King who had watched the whole scene walked up to the person who was much smaller than him and patted them on the head.

“I've got a new favorite buddy!”

The unfamiliar tried to bat his hand away before suddenly raising his own hand and pointing.

“Look.” He said, Bear seemed to stop and look at the unfamiliar oddly for a moment ((OOC: Remember his mask is gone so we can see his facial expressions)).

At the same time Derrick and King were already after what he had pointed at. A man dressed in the outfit of the normal Vulcan security force, not to be confused with their military number outside but rather a typical guard was trying to run from the counter where he had evidently been hiding. Derrick had a feeling it had been he who had unleashed the mechanical monsters after them. Either way he had no chance of getting away and within moments was face planted into the ground with Derricks skull crushing boot perilously close to doing its appointed duty.

“Hello there...wanna tell me where the emergency stairs are?” He asked.

The man below was crying and whining to himself and not giving many answers. Derrick sort of tuned him out until he started giving information and caught a bit of conversation between the group behind him.

“You have a sort of...high pitched voice there newbie.” Bear said.

“Shut-it...” The unfamiliar whispered a bit seeming a bit more brash after the trial by fire.

“Like really high...YOUR A GIRL!!!” Zaks joined in and giggled as he made his realization.

The unfamiliar shook her hands rapidly, “I SAID HUSH!!!”

“Man Zaks these suits are just to androgynous...either that or you have a really bad form. I would never have guessed.” King who had left Derrick to turn around piped in, the girl refused to respond this time and just glared, as much as one could glare under a mask, at the three of them.

A shot sounded out behind them and they turned to see Derrick put his pistol back in his holder and walk past the man. The security guards skull simply didn't exist any longer, the massive bullet from the impossibly large caliber pistol just rendering it into a nonexistent pool of gore. On a different battlefield, a more honorable one, it might have been cruel but here no chances were taken and no forgiveness given. Within a minute the Halo Storm and the...girl as Bear refused to leave it peace after this sudden revelation, had made their way to the stairs and were beginning their ascent.

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Two black cloaked figures walked through the streets of destruction surrounding the Vulcan complex, almost oblivious to the fighting going on around them and it seemed most of the humans here were not spirit sensitive. Both were male shinigami and were rather normal in appearance, one had an oriental appearance with black hair pulled into a braided pony tail with the other being of Japanese shape and sporting messy brown hair. They carried themselves with confidence and were having a conversation as if they were not worried about whatever reason they were here, regardless one could not help but notice they were in reality watching everything around them for signs of hostility. In other words a first glance might not have shown it but a bit of study would confirm they were probably more skilled than first impressions suggested.

“Why did Captain Minoru send us here anyway? You just picked me up randomly.” Asked the oriental shinigami.

“Sorry Xing, Hana-senpai asked me too, she said she was busy and didn't have the time.”

Xing scoffed but carried a smile with it, “Ha, so easily taken in. Its late at night1 She just didn't want to waste her beauty sleep time and used her wiles to dump it on you...on US.”

“Hana-senpai wouldn't do that!” The messy haired shinigami protested and the other simply shook his head at him, after a bit of silence he finally spoken again, “Anyway she said there were strange spirit readings here. They apparently did not match anything we had on record so we are supposed to check it out.”

“Bah whatever lets just get it over with, maybe we can get some sleep in if we hurry.”

A few minutes passed as they walked through the streets toward the large tower, they had begun picking up the remnants of Jagers energy and missed most of the death going on around them, it was nothing new. However when they reached the large courtyard where countless dead lay littered about torn to shreds they stopped and surveyed their surroundings. After a moment Xing spit at the ground and made a disgusted noise but both bore faces that suggested it was a vile sight to them.

“Thats just plain nasty Shuji. Humans are stupid, even if we waged war in my day we didn't have such pointless conflicts and we didn't commit shit like this.” Xing said.

“But...I don't think this was done by a human...certainly not a normal one. Look at these wounds, these aren't from human weapons, someone tore these guys apart by...hand.” Shuji said while bending down to one of them.

“A hollow? Could that be what we detected?” Xing said, looking closer at the bodies and consenting his partners point.

“It did not show up as one but I certainly can't think of anything else. We've received reports of this group of humans, they have quite a few spirit sensitives so it would make sense they would become a target at some point.”

At just that moment one of the lingering red bolts of energy shot out of the third story of the tower. It had barely shot outward when both shinigami were sailing upward, landing on the edge of the floor in the broken window where Jager had been shortly before. However as soon as they had arrived the energy disappeared and there was no sign of what might have made it, there was certainly something in the building but it seemed to have moved on. For all the violence that had been wrought below the floor had been left more or less untouched except for the entry where everything had been blown inward, however to the shinigami this just told them that their prey was small enough to fit into human spaces. They both kept on guard now, not talking as they had been before and keeping one hand on their zanpaktous. They moved through several offices, all the doors were open and the air from outside was blowing in and ruffling papers, the entire area was dark but the fire from below and their natural senses were more than enough to see by.

“Think it moved on to find another?” Xing said without turning around, keeping his eyes scanning the darkness.

“Must have.” Shuji responded.

“Alright then, lets try to find the strongest spiritual human here.” Xing said and turned around to speak directly, “You go down I will go u- HOLY SHIT MOVE!!!”

The command was sudden and urgent but even as quickly Shuji reacted immediately knowing what his friend meant he couldn't be fast enough. Two glowing red eyes had appeared over Shujis shoulder, inches behind him and stared straight at Xing, the moment the other man noticed Jager moved from the darkness and grabbed Shuji. He pulled the mans head back while locking his other arm up in a loop with his own shoulder, in the short attack he managed to cut the shinigami on his cheek which was now bleeding. He continued to pull the shinigamis head back who could not fight back against the surprising strength the young human had and Jager extended his tongue toward the wound, he only briefly licked it to the appalled response of both shinigami, Xing incapable of doing anything for his friend without injuring him in the process. Jager lifted his own head up and smacked his lips as if tasting the stuff, then a hissing disembodied voice echoed out.

-- Shinigami --

Jager released the shinigamis arm but the chance at freedom could not be used before he wrenched the mans head to the side, exposing his neck and then spoke out in an all together less controlled voice.

[glow=maroon,7,100]...I...Taste...[/glow][glow=red,7,100]...You...[/glow]
Jager opened his mouth but this time in place of normal teeth were a gleaming row of impossibly sharp shark like teeth. He pulled his back and let out a howl while opening his mouth farther than should have been possible, with great speed he thrust forward and bit deep into the shinigamis neck who in turn let out a squeal of his own. A great jet of blood shot out and Shuji tried to pull away frantically, when he finally succeeded he left a massive chunk of his neck with Jager who had refused to let go, Jager meanwhile released the bloody chunk to the ground and stared at the ground hiding his eyes while a giant smile filled with blood crossed his face. Shuji managed to pull his zanpaktou and move to the side of Xing, while the injury he received was certainly painful and would have badly injured or even killed a human it would take more than that to kill a shinigami.

“You ok?” Xing asked, his temper being controlled in light of the situation.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE?!!!” Shuji yelped out, his distress understandable.

“I have...no idea, lets get rid of him...I think its obvious the world can do without this one, hollow, human or whatever he might be.”

Shuji nodded in agreement while Jager seemed to be completely oblivious to them, instead he rolled his head in its socket and it cracked out loudly. With a great thrust he came back to them and shook his body, a cloud of black energy rolled off of him like ash.Though his eyes were completely blood red the fact that his focus was on them was blatantly obvious given the direction the tendrils of his red energy which had soaked into the ground were lashing out. Each shinigami took steps to the side, preparing to strike from each direction when Jager thrust out with his body and the red energy around him blew outward. The floor was decimated in a moment, the sheer spirit pressure crushed everything and pushed both shinigami back, the desks, papers and even the walls around them blew outward and were sent flying outside the building. Had this not been a military construct it might have ended right there, any normal building would have been so structurally weakened by the blast it would have toppled immediately but this one held strong for the moment.

Both shinigami had been forced to their feet but Shuji was the first to get back up. He used the opportunity in which Jager seemed to be shaking the spirit blast off to charge forward, until the last moment it appeared he was going to strike Jager right on the shoulder. Then Jager whipped around with frightening speed and caught the blade bare handed, Shuji looked at him, instantly realizing they were outmatched but unable to do anything about it. Jager thrust his other hand out and the zanpaktou was fractured instantaneously, the countless fragments fell at his feet but he picked up the end of the blade between his fingers though it might have been done instinctively without thought. He plunged the tip of the shinigamis blade through the mans own throat and then after looking at him with what seemed to be anger he made the action of blowing at him, as if trying to blow away dust and Shujis body went flying across the floor and right out the window.

“BAAASSSTTAAAAARRRRDDD!!!!”

The voice came out from behind Jager but apparently bored that it had been so easy he spent no time bothering around with this one. He spun around, reached right past Xings guard and grasped the man by the throat, he then lifted him off the ground with his superhuman strength and began strangling the man. Jager studied the shinigamis face with his bulbous red glowing eyes and sniffed at the air like an animal, after he was satisfied he placed his thumb at Xings chin. He thrust his finger up and incredibly the mans neck snapped with that small gesture, but the bones inside didn't just break, it ripped the mans entire throat open as well spilling blood everywhere including down Jagers arm. Jager stared for a few more moments before releasing the shinigami who fell to the floor and continued to bleed out.

Jager watched the corpse for a few moments and then ever so slowly brought his hands up to his face. He inspected them as well and cocked his head back and forth a few times, after seeing them covered in blood including that from those below he looked down at his clothes. From head to toe Jager was covered in the blood of others but to the mind currently controlling him he was perfect, he was untouched but bore the blood of his enemies, it was...beautiful. Ever so slowly a series of quick gasps formed in his throat and he threw both arms to his sides, lifting them up above them, a wicked bloody smile formed on his lips and he began to open his mouth.

[glow=maroon,7,100]He...hehe...heeeeeee....[/glow]
Jager raised his arms higher and the blood dripped off them.

[glow=red,7,100]HA...HA...HAAAHAAAAA...[/glow]
A black cocoon of ash like energy started enveloping him as he stared toward the ceiling as if he could see straight through it.

[glow=black,7,100]HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA!!![/glow]
Then he stopped as quickly as he started.

-- Not yet --

Jager rolled his head again.

-- Not yet...preparations must be made...the Vessel of Vita must be...Prepared, Awakened, Enlightened. Ten Thousand Battles Against the Enemy of Man --

[glow=maroon,4,100]Glorious[/glow]
And then Jager went back to how he had been before, an instinctive killer. He looked around, locked on to the strongest force he felt and continued upward with speed, crashing through ceilings, breaking down walls and putting an end to anything or anyone who got in his way.

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((OOC: Because I want it understood that this is a crazy laugh and not just a normal 'HAHA' laugh on Jagers part, utilize the following video as a reference and wait until the Lelouch laugh (people kept putting Light and him together, couldn't find a solo of just him doing the second laugh), thats more or less how The Emperor laughs. Because nothing says “Brooding Evil Overlord in Hiding” like having a good secret EPIC-WIN psycho laugh.

MUHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAH!!!))

[Zhiel]

A large number of footsteps echoed up the staircase leading down into the Vulcan's HQ, it seemed the reinforcements was just about to arrive. Just infront of the now closed door stood Marc with his 'arm-cannon' raised towards it, with Richard and Kaeshi standing at the sides. "Squad Alpha-B reporting! We're comming through." A voice could be heard behind the door, moments later a series of digital beeps could be heard as some code or another was clarified, followed by the mechanical locks on the door to open. The man closest to the door was only able to give out a silent yelp before a fist sized energy bullet decapitated him, passing straight through and killing several others, followed by more bullets crashing through the weak armor and weapons they held, and making large marks on the wall behind them. "Haha! That was too easy!" Marc said aloud through the suit radios, the soldiers had not even had any chance to react.

But that was when the drum of a machinegun suddenly warmed up, merely a moment later it began to open fire from inside the door, hitting the large bulky armor of Marc, though the initial hits only made him slide backwards slightly it eventually made him fall over on his back from the force. "Ey! Whats goin on!?" He yelled, voice full of surprise but also anger. Then the firing stoped and heavy metal footsteps could be heard comming from the staircase inside, it seemed when Marc had fallen over whatever had been firing at him could no longer see him. With that information Richard figured the thing did not see or know about him or Kaeshi either, and so gave a quick command over the comm coupled with a hand gesture where he pointed towards the door. "Recon."

Kaeshi merely nodded as he brought out a small device that looked similiar to a cellphone and carefully held it out just slightly over the opening before pulling it back. "Robot, walker type, almost here." He briefly reported, but it was all Richard needed. He waited until he heard the thing stop, and just when it began to charge its machinegun he acted, rounding into the opening with incredible speed for someone in a large metal suit, stoping just by the robot as he thrust his left leg forward and kicked the robot right on its main body, causing a large dent in its frame as well as making it fall over backwards down the stairs, causing a lot of noise when hitting the metal stairs. Right after Richard crouched slightly as he looked up to Kaeshi. "Ow... Son of a bitch those things are hard..." He muttered over the comm, Kaeshi merely rolled his eyes.

After the two had helped Marc back on his feet, the armor was really bulky after all, they began to descend the stairs, eventually comming to a corner where the stairs went down to the right, there was also where they found the now badly damaged but still slightly operational robot trying to get up yet unable due to its position, not having been built to handle falling over it was instead only lying there kicking with its legs like a upside down turtle. It was obvious it had been made to be sturdy, but a super-powered human and a staircase didnt go well with it apparently. "Its prety basic, but we could still recover valuable data from it, Kai, scan it." Richard ordered as he and Marc moved around it and continued down, Kaeshi stoped by the thing, disabling its weapons before he began to analyze it.

"Huh... Guess they didnt let their security here drop after all." Richard commented, mostly to himself. As they had made their way to the end of the staircase and walked into a large hall they were now somewhat surrounded by two of the same walker robots and a squad of soldiers spread about the room. "Surrender now! You have no chance of winning against the might of Vulcan!" The soldier who Richard assumed to be the squad leader yelled to them from across the room, it was funny how he seemed to be taking cover behind a pillar while saying all those things. Richard and Marc merely stood there for several seconds silently, it became obvious the soldiers was getting nervous as they had never seen such advanced pieces of technology before, but they still seemed confident in their pathetic excuse for robots.

"Well? Throw down your weapons and we might spare you!" The leader yelled, though he sounded commanding his face did not look as confident. "He.. Hey! Do as I say or we will kill you both! Dro.. Drop your we-" Suddenly a hole appeared in the mans face before it all exploded, on the other side of the room Richard stood with his arm raised, his own custom made gun in hand. "Waste of a bullet, but I just couldent stand that fool." He commented, the entire room was silent for a second, but then the robots began to power up their machineguns, soon followed by the soldiers that raised their weapons. However it was all too late as Marc had already raised his own 'gun' and started firing the fist sized slugs of energy into the humans on the right side, sending them flying back into the walls with large holes in their bodies, the shots that missed even passed straight through the wall, which was apparent by the screams on the other end, seemed there were still some workers left.

At the same time Richard raised his own gun, which was about twice as big as a regular pistol, and fired several quick shots, all hitting their targets as they punched big holes in the soldiers chests, leaving only a small amount of them left and the two robots which only now began to fire at the two attackers. Once again Marc merely stood under the assault, his armor seemingly holding fine against the hail of bullets and this time he positioned himself so he would not fall over to easily, as he began to shoot at the remaining soldiers which were by now fleeing down the corridor to try and get to safety, all the while Richard had taken off to the other side, avoiding the bullets by moving faster than the robot could reposition its lock on him, which was quite a bit faster in actuallity and it only took him a few seconds to get the opportunity he needed to run straight up to it.

Just as the robot was about to reach him with its active machinegun Richard jumped up, being propelled by the powerful exo-skeleton in the suit as well as the spirit levitation system, however he did not jump far, instead it was just enough for him to flip upside down, fire off a shot towards the other robot sending it off balance for a second when the spiritually enhanced bullet exploded, giving Marc the opportunity he needed to finish it off by sending it to the floor by a particularily powerfull energy slug. At the same time Richard planted the side of his gun at the top of the robot, using it as a stand just as he activated his left arms spirit blade, only giving it just enough time to extend fully before he plunged it into the robot, burying it deep inside before he droped down the back of it, letting his blade stay inside and pulling it down its back as well, causing a huge gap in it before the robot itself fell over.

"Well, that was easy. I hope this isnt all Vulcan has been working on in the last five years. Or they are in big trouble" Richard said to Marc, just as Kaeshi came down the staircase and joined the two, surveying the destruction for a few seconds, he did not say anything however. "Alright, lets go." He then said as he waved for the other two to follow, before walking down the corridor, glancing slightly toward a camera on the wall that was following his movement through the corridor. 'I hope you enjoyed the show, Yoshitoki.' Richard thought, a smirk growing on his face, oh this would be fun.

[GoldenKitten]

Seventy story's of stairs were allot, it didn't matter if you were a superhuman like Derrick or not, it was just a tiring affair. They had briefly paused when their on board trackers told them they were close to Project Y, last thing they wanted to do was attract his attention. Luckily a few minutes had passed and then he had gone on his way, of course the trackers were extremely sensitive so for all the group had known Jager had been all the way across the building. They had continued their ascent and while they made the first thirty floors with relative ease and speed they group rapidly began slowly shortly after that point. Bear and the girl who they learned was named Nikki had been the first to slow followed by Zaks, soon King and Derrick had put two floors between themselves and the other three.

Realizing this they had stopped and tried to push them forward but human exertion could only be pushed so far, admitted all three of them had done better that most people. Derrick doubted they would be seeing their backup for quite a while, most people wouldn't be actively accepting this trek. They tried to keep things at a general quick gait if not running but this wound up giving Bear the time he needed to talk...allot...again. After about ten minutes of the youngest members arguing over and annoying their newfound buddy Derrick had, had enough. After a brief threat about removing Bears throat if he didn't shut up soon both King and Derrick decided to part from them. Richard would be rapidly descending and if he hadn't found them already he would be on the leadership soon. Derrick doubted the man and his elite guard would need backup but he wasn't paid because he let others do the job.

Bear yelled something about them being androids when King and Derrick had put nearly five story's between them. Eventually they were so far behind they would have been lost had the suits enhanced hearing not being able to make out the echo of their walking footsteps below. Derrick and King on the otherhand were storming the keep, they hadn't stopped for a moment and were easily pushing five stories every half minute. At around the sixty-fifth level they agreed they were high enough and kicked down the nearest door. No fighting ensued though, it was clear Vulcan had expended most of its man power on protecting the front and perhaps also protecting the leadership. It also helped that this appeared to be a portion of offices with no lab equipment so there were no late night workers on this floor either, after a few checks they let their guards down.

“HOLY JESUS!!!”

Derrick came running around a nearby wall which King had disappeared about only for King to push him back just in time. Both the men stumbled a bit and then after regaining composure got closer and looked at what had got their attention. A giant hole in the floor that both had nearly fallen down due to its sudden appearance right around the blind side of the wall. With a flick of his night vision Derrick could quickly tell the hole stretched down a massive length of the structure though how many floors he could not say, whatever the case was it was far enough that had they fallen even the suits would not have saved them. A quick look up confirmed that the hole continued for many more floors, Derrick didn't need to ask to know who had created it and he knew King didn't need to either.

“We need to move.” He said bluntly as he backed away.

“So I see.” Was all his partner said in response.

Within a few second the duo had found the central elevator shaft. Normal weapons wouldn't have done them any good but a few blasts from their darkfires easily caused a portion of the door to cave in giving Derrick a place to grip on. Though the doors were of course on hydraulics and meant to move it was still amazing to see him easily push outward with his arms and open the shaft in a few moments. Pure darkness greeted them though their vision modes more than compensated, looking up they confirmed they were within reach of the floor they wanted to reach. Of course the tower continued on for several dozen floors past that, it was a giant building, but they didn't need the roof. Pulling out what appeared to be a conform model for a pistol attached to a rope they fit the shaft ends into their respective weapons, knocked out the pre-combat round and after counting the floors off took aim above them.

With the shells removed the guns only made slight clinking sounds when they fired the bolts off, however when the tips of the spear like protrusions they had fired hit high above them they exploded in a cloud of dust, going off with a small pop. Derrick took a few tugs on the rope that had been left connected to his gun and unscrewed it from the muzzle. Both men tested their ropes several times, even with the advanced quality of Mallory technology simply common sense still applied and both mens bulky weights were allot of stress. However after confirming contact had been good they slipped the ropes into small slots on their hips and after hitting a few buttons and clamping the rope into place a small crank began pulling them up with great speed. In half the time it would have taken to climb the remainder of the stairs they reached the elevator door that would lead out one floor below where the leadership would still be if they hadn't moved.

Both men got up on the lip of the doorway and pulled out their Blackfires once more. King in particular seemed to be trying not to look down, he might have jumped out of a helicopter thousands of feet from the ground but now he had nothing to stop his fall if the rope failed. With confirming nods toward each other they leveled their guns at the door and pulled the triggers, unlike below they didn't bother being precise and soon the door as well as anything behind it had been weakened enough to take down with the combined total of their weight. They grabbed defensive positions as best they could upon moving through but found that this floor seemed to be equally empty, it appeared to be some sort of office space for higher ranking members being well furnished, maybe even the leadership themselves but they were not here now.

Quickly accessing the layout of the floor Derrick pointed to the far exit that would take King back to the fire stairwell while he himself would take the main route on the other side of the building. Just as they began to go off toward their respective duties King pointed behind Derrick and bellowed. The trained man didn't need to look like most might, he swung around and took the nearest office door right off its hinges as he crashed through for cover. The hallway was bathed in fire though these were obviously small arms and not the powerhouse gatling guns the monsters from below had carried. The fire cut off abruptly as they realized they missed the target and Derrick could hear muffled orders being given though they were crystal clear over his headset, apparently they had finally stirred someone up. However in this case Derrick was glad, if they still had this many men stationed here there was a good chance the leadership was still above or there was at least someone who knew how they were trying to get out.

Knowing full well what these men intended to do Derrick rushed blindly toward what looked like a wall but was really little more than a fabric divider. The men on the other side who had no doubt expected to blind side him were take aback when a giant armored warrior came crashing through, sending one man to the ground with a swift crack to the skull while slamming full bodied into the other.
That man was hit hard and went flying, unluckily for him and not at all planned by Derrick a window happened to be right there and he went flying through it and plummeting to his death hundreds of feet below, his screams lasted for a while. However Derricks momentary reprieve did not, as soon as he heard a scuffle coming from the other side which was no doubt King the remaining men began sweeping the area with fire. Unfortunately for them the piercing Darkfires made their cover and armor near non-existent and even the lowly spec-ops gear they wore made their small weapons fire near ineffective at this range and blindfired.

The battle, if you could call it that, was over in a little under ten seconds. Derrick tried to keep one of them alive for questioning but their weapons had proved TOO effective and not a one of the enemy combatants was left unbroken. Derrick quickly returned to his initial plan as did King and they went out opposite doors, they had to move with speed as backup was no doubt on its way or would be getting curious and come looking soon. The main stairwell Derrick entered into was decorated, well lit and tasteful compared to the drab industrial gray of the emergency stairwell they had moved up before. Derrick had no time to admire the fact though he heard movement above him and talking, a little bit of listening confirmed that they were preparing to come after the first group as they tried to get a confirmation of how many people were below. However their voices also served to pinpoint them and they had no time to realize their failure as Derrick aimed up and shot right through the flooring above him, silence and dripping blood through the holes confirmed his success.

He rounded he shaft quickly and moved up to an ornamental glass door through which he saw a well decorated hallway. Several men were stationed inside and taking aim at the door but there were not near enough to give him trouble. At the far end he saw an inconspicuous door that was no doubt meant to be “out of the way” but which was clearly the emergency exit. Derrick reached to his headset and cued King, the men were completely take aback when King came through the opposite door and started shooting them in the back. The men panicked and then Derrick kicked straight through his own door and added to the chaos as he opened fire.

[Zhiel]

"You weren't kidding when you said they had super soldiers..." The near panic stricken Yoshitoki said to Murakami Yuusuke, the middle-aged man was sweating and had a look of hopelessness on his face as he watched one of the dozens of screens displaying security camera footage throughout the building, this one in particular showing how two unknown assailants in some really advanced looking armor taking care of a whole squad of their soldiers and two of their security bots with ease. The group of four was now sitting in a windowless room, the walls without any decoration except for the large amounts of screens along one of them, with a few control panels below. It looked more like a shelter than anything else, its walls being made of some kind of thick metal and the one obvious door seemed to be about as thick and made of the same material.

Murakami had been unusually quiet throughout this whole ordeal, though his face did not look quite as troubled like the rest of them him not commenting sarcastically on Yoshitoki's remark was proof enough he was worried himself. "Bring that camera feed to the main computer." He then said almost out of nowhere, not being in the mood for arguing Yoshitoki did as the younger CEO said. Then Murakami started typing in commands in the keyboard furiously as he sped up the footage and paused it just as what appeared to be the leader of the assailants looked toward the camera, zoomed in and changed a few settings so he could see through the black visor. "As I thought... Mallory himself is leading the attack, you must really have upset him Yoshitoki-san." He commented.

For some reason, hearing Richard mentioned Yoshitoki seemed to suddenly shake off most of his depression as he stared at the paused screen showing the somewhat clear face of Richard Mallory. "Heheh... So he's come himself to finish me off? This is great! If we can take him out then that might be enough of a reason for the rest of them to pull back!" Even though the way he said it made it seem simple he was still sweating. Murakami on the other hand frowned as he glanced over at the head CEO. "You saw what they just did... And there is a group of five coming from down the building too with similar armor, how do you plan to take them out?" He asked, the way he said it did not reek of his usual sarcasm however, even though his words might suggest otherwise. "You will see, you will see." Was the only response he was given, before the man began to type away at another computer he was sitting by.

Murakami was about to say something, by the big frown on his face it was probably going to be directed at the head CEO, but he was interrupted by one of the other two, Fujiwara Junichiro. "Oi... You should take a look at this..." The man said, his voice was stable enough, but the look on his face displayed both fear and disgust. One of the screens now displayed a looping feed where a strangely dressed man came nearly out of nowhere, ripped several of their soldiers apart while dodging their bullets, then a moment later disappeared again, from the cameras number they could deduct it wasn't too far away... The look on the last ones face went from barely holding himself in check to panic stricken. "We need to get out of here now!!" He said aloud, voice filled with fear. "And how do you suggest we do that...?" Murakami asked sarcastically.

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"Geez they just don't give up do they?" Richard commented as he was taking cover from a storm of bullets. The group of three had been able to descend the building for several floors with little to no resistance, however it seemed that they had instead gathered all of their forces on this one long corridor, as they had four of the rather pathetic security robots and two strangely familiar three legged robots with some of the biggest machine-guns he had ever seen, even Marc's armor had started to break before them and he was forced to take cover on the other side, Kaeshi had disappeared into the ventilation system just above them.

Whether it was by coincidence or if it was a planned choke point this ended up being a big problem for the two, the suppressing fire that was being laid by the security robots was a big enough problem, but the larger three legged ones seemed to have slightly better AI, only firing when the target was in sight and having a much faster targeting system than the others, as well as no delay to the shooting. To make matters worse there seemed to be no way to take cover in the corridor and the walls looked stronger than any of the office floors, either they were part of the buildings support, or they were intentionally reinforced. "Tch, and here I thought they were just a bunch of idiots, if we don't do something about this we're going to be stuck all night." Richard then said as he glanced around the corner for a moment, ducking back just in time for several huge bullet slugs to rip part of the wall off.

Using his suits visor functions he had taken a 'screenshot' of the corridor, and was now studying it. "Thought I had seen those before... Its Vulcan's damn copy of my walker-turrets!" He said aloud before he went back to studying the picture. "Well, now that I think about it they don't seem to have focused much in terms of the things defenses, perhaps we can take their sensors out so they cant track us, but we need a distraction..." Richard said, more to himself than to the other two. "Hey Kae, whats your status?" He asked, a smirk spreading on his face as he had just gotten an idea and since there had been no sign of the man after he had disappeared up the ventilation shaft he thought he knew where Kaeshi might have gone.

"Sir, I'm just above the defenders position, should I distract them while you take out the two copies?" Came the reply from kaeshi, and hearing this Richards smirk changed to a grin. "Go whenever your ready. Marc be ready to shoot the one on the left." Richard ordered, Marc responded with a grunt as he raised his arm-cannon and began to charge it. A loud clang could be heard from down the corridor as Kaeshi came crashing down the vent, immediately the four security robots began to turn to fire on the new target, while the two copies swiftly began to change their weapon positions. Just as they had heard the sound of Kaeshi's entry the other two had more or less thrown themselves out from their cover, each taking aim at the larger machines before firing, Marc shooting a massive energy slug that could rival a cero in power, which was even more proven as it engulfed the left machine in an inferno of pure reiatsu before it dissipated, leaving just a crumbled husk that fell to the floor on pieces. Richard on the other hand did not have any firepower of that magnitude, instead he had shot several smaller shots, aimed at critical points of the walker copy, each shot hit its mark, destroying its camera, a part that connected to its power source, the rotation axis, as well as the tip of one of its legs, causing it to fall over, unable to either see anything and being unable to raise its machine gun anyways, the robot went into a similar state as the previous fallen security robot.

But the problem was not over there, as they still had four other robots to take care off, but seeing the two real threats fall Kaeshi sprang into action, jumping toward the closest robot with amazing speed he spun around in mid-air he raised his right leg as fire began to envelop it, causing a small explosion as the kick connected with the robot sending it flying into one of the others, causing both to tumble to the ground. Kaeshi landed on the ground just in time for the other two robots fire to get close, but before they could actually hit him he threw himself up again, grasping onto a part of the ceiling as he threw himself over the two robots, them trying to follow his movements as best they could, however before they had even turned half-way the closest to the corridor was nearly sliced in half by Richard spirit blade, while Marc tackled the other with enough force to make it fly into the wall behind it and crash straight through. "Who do ya think I am!?" Marc yelled out. "I'm the juggernaut, BITCH!" He finished as he slammed his two massive fists together, Richard and Kaeshi just sighed.

Continuing down the hall, through the conveniently placed hole the security robot had made, the trio found a door that looked like a fire-exit. "Great, this might help us get down quicker." Richard said as he slammed it open, just in time to hear a bunch of screams and shooting from a few floors below. "Heh, looks like we're late for the party." He commented before he threw himself over the railing and began to fall down, but then with one more floor to go began to slow down drastically in mid-air, stopping just before the railing of the other floor, through the busted door he could see both Derrick and King, and a bunch of dead soldiers. With a few casual steps he shortened the distance between himself and the railing, canceling his spirit levitation as he passed it by and landing with a clang against the metal surface. Walking in casually Richard gave a quick wave with his right hand. "I see you made it here just in time. Just as I expected of the HALO... Wheres the other two?" He then asked, he actually sounded a bit surprised only seeing two of them.

[GoldenKitten]

Derrick gave a salute as Richard approached though it was short and to the point before he went right back on the defensive. The man asked him where Bear and Zaks were, he had of course expected such a query. Derrick had no intentions of lying nor did he feel particularly inclined to protect the other two from judgment, regardless the team was his own and reflected him. As such he felt it better to twist the truth a bit rather than tell the whole truth or lie, the world was after all nothing but manipulation. He thrust his free hand over his shoulder and thumbed at the door King had come through.

“Down there a ways covering our backs, last thing I wanted was to corner the leaders and then have a bunch of gatling gun wielding mechs of doom come up behind us.” He said in an explanatory manner, it was by no means a lie as they really were down that stairwell and in a way covering their backs.

Richard simply nodded, Derrick doubted it had been important to the man anyway as if the resistance they had encountered up to this point was any sign there was absolutely nothing waiting for them that would warrant their full force in one place. With that out of the way the men proceeded as a group toward a series of double-hinge frosted glass plate doors. This appeared to be the only room on the floor and if the hall outside and the entrance were any indicators it was likely more than a little self-indulgent, large and fancy. They opened the doors calmly and strode through into the room.

There was no need to make a powerful entrance, it didn't appear that their prey was on the other side of the door or even in that room, that was confirmed shortly after passing through. Regardless given their method of attacking it would have been impossible for the leadership to make an escape from the building due to its structural build, thus they were likely in a highly defensible spot somewhere close hoping to ride things out. If that was the case even Derrick wasn't sure how they would get to them. Strong as they were if the Vulcan leaders had locked themselves in a heavy vault of some kind there was no way they were going to blow through...not without killing those inside in the process at least. That might be what happened but Derrick didn't think Richard would authorize it, he'd want to look them eye to eye while doling out whatever punishment he deemed fit.

The men moved in and swept the room quickly, moving from side to side and easily checking any possible corners their foes could hide in. As had been expected though they found nothing and lowered their guns, moving to search for anything that might tell them where their foes had escaped to. The room contained a large 'U' like table where the leaders no doubt sat when making decisions, other ornamental items you would figure to be in such a room adorned the walls, scattered papers on the table indicated a quick escape. After a minute of searching Derrick finally spoke.

“Bah, they couldn't have escaped...their hiding...somewhere close. But I don't see anything on any vision mode.” He sighed, “King call some more sophisticated scanning equipment up here, the buildings locked down and they can't get out so its just a matter of waiting until we detect them.” He spoke all of this out loud for multiple reasons including so everyone heard the plan and so that anyone not on the same page (mostly King) would be brought up to speed, he imagined those who didn't need to hear it would understand this and not make any sarcastic remarks.

That was when a long solid tone screamed out from devices on all the mens left hips. Their views began whirling rapidly and King could be heard voicing some oaths. The tone meant only one thing, it wasn't just on the same level, it was coming and it was coming fast. Derrick suddenly raised his hand and pointed just above Richard head and yelled out, none of the men needed to be told what to do as they either flattened out or jumped to the sides. Split-seconds later the wall exploded and showered heavy debris down on them, had they not been in their suits they would surely have been torn apart. The object went straight through the next wall behind Derrick and there was the horrible twisting sound of metal from beyond, within moments screams echoed out.

This made all of the members of the NWO launch to their feet instantly as they ran through the hole and within seconds had stampeded into a closed off metal room. Inside they found the entire leadership of Vulcans Japanese branch, most of them huddled against the rooms walls. They didn't have time to congratulate themselves on this chance happening though as Project-Y...Jager currently stood in the middle of the room holding a man in each high above him in each hand by their throats. He was covered in blood from head to toe and though he was supposed to be neutral and completely brain dead when he was active Derrick couldn't help but get the eerie feeling that Jagers face was displaying some sort of enjoyment over the whole scene.

Yoshitoki who had been trying to cover his anxiety by playing the cool card was now bawling in Jagers left hand though his cries came in short audible gasp due to the pressure on his throat. The other man in Jagers right hand seemed to be a notary of some sort who had probably just been there to help them men and was lucky, or in this case unlucky enough to get into their private vault. Derrick noted despite all this that Jager wasn't even paying attention to the men in his hands, his blood red eyes were staring straight through a young man with white hair on the other side of the room with a hungered look, the kind of look he usually gave spirit sensitives. The man whom Derrick recognized as Murakami Yuusuke was the only man in the room still standing tall and his own piercing gaze was aimed right back at Jagers hollow but intense red orbs.

But that was when a white spark ran up Jagers legs, his spine and finally the back of his head. There was a momentary pause and he began jerking wildly as white electricity shot off his body, contorting into forms no human body should have been capable of while a pained whine came from his throat. Yoshitoki was released and thrown across the room, fortunately in his current state Jager hadn't tossed him with even a tenth of his strength and the man slowly pulled himself up shortly after. His attendant wasn't so lucky, in his wild searching for something to grasp in his pain Jager wrapped both his hands around the mans neck and shook the man and his own body rapidly. The mans eyes bulged out of their sockets and his face launched into a pained but now inaudible scream as his throat was crushed and blood ran out in small rivers, hitting the ground with a sickening pouring sound.

After a long period Jager released the mans body, as it fell his head came off his shoulders the force Jager had applied to him had been so great. Jagers eyes searched with a child like uncertainty until he turned and saw Richard, Richard was holding a controller in his hand and waving it back and forth in a show to the leaders, it had obviously been what deactivated Jager. Even in his suit there was immediate recognition, Jager launched across the room at inhuman speeds not even someone in a Mark could dodge and hugged Richard while laughing like a little kid. Regardless of the sudden change in demeanor nobody could have missed the speed the movement had carried, it was clear that even though he might have had a harmless personality in this form he still possessed the strength he had before, he just didn't know how to focus it now.

“MASSSSTTTEEERRR~~~!!!! I WAS LONELY!!!” He giggled as he spoke.

“Yes, yes. Now get off me.” Richard replied with distaste.

Jager stared up at him for a long time with a hurt look, a light bulb seemed to go off in his head though and his disposition brightened before he ever so slyly asked, “Coooookie?”

The entire group sighed and Derrick walked up to him, grabbed Jager by the scruff of his neck and produced a cookie out of nowhere, shoving it into the boys mouth who began munching contently. After a brief moment Richard returned his attention to the leaders who were now looking at the men with a variety of expressions, startled, angry and worried all prevalent reactions. Richard approached and clapped his hands together before speaking.

“Sorry about that...he can be a bit difficult. Now, what were we here for? ....Oooooh yes, I wanted to continue the conversation we were having the other day before I was so rudely disconnected.”

[Zhiel]

OOC: Sorry about the crap-tacular quality, just couldent get any muse running... Act however you feel like, you can ignore parts of the post or make it appear differently if you want, I dont mind. (I was gonna talk with you about it but you never signed on)

"Are the preparations complete?" asked Yoshitoki through a ear-piece headset, a quick 'yes sir' was given as a reply and then the CEO took the headset off. After nothing happening for a long while the CEO's, mainly Yakume and Junichiro, started to calm down. They all knew just how thick the walls surrounding them were and because of that knowledge a sense of security entered the two before panic-stricken CEO's.

All four of them was watching the screens, one in the corner showing a huge mobilization of a large squad of soldiers as well as a dozen of security robots, with a few of the walker turret copies in their midst. The other one they had their focus on showing the two members of the Halo, which was shortly joined by Richard, after which a short conversation took place which they could not hear, then a little bit later the three walked straight into the main office, this caused Yakume to sweat, as the entrance was in there. However even after the group had looked around for several minutes they found nothing and then stoped and began to talk amongst each others again.

"Haha! They will never find us!" Exclaimed Junichiro, his mood having shifted quite a bit since entering the safety of their bunker. "Well its specially built by my engineers, of course they wouldent find it, and even if they did I doubt they could break through before the larger forces arrive." Yoshitoki said with pride, though Yuusuke did not look quite as impressed as the other two. A high solid tone began to sound from one of the screens just after, as the group looked they saw how one of the soldiers pointed behind Richard, and then how the group jumped out of the way from something, just as the wall exploded showering the room in debris and force, needless to say the camera was destroyed in the process. "WHAT THE HE-!" Yoshitoki shouted, just before he was cut off by something suddenly ripping straight through the meter thick wall with ease and grabbing him by the throat, making the rest of the word become both distorted and, probably not the same anyways.

Right after this the two yet again panic stricken CEO's had thrown themselves to the back of the room, with Murakami Yuusuke still sitting calmly in his chair, staring at the man before them covered in blood, their gazes met but Yuusuke did not give way despite the blood red eyes of Jager. Just then the group of three from Mallory Arms entered through the hole Jager had made, surveying the room for a second. Then something strange happened, white electricity suddenly began to arch up the man covered in blood's body as he made jerks and let out a pained whine from his throat, releasing Yoshitoki in a less than powerfull throw, however instead the other man suffered double as Jager put all pressure around the mans throat.

Yoshitoki who sat on the floor to the side of the table in the room was gasping for air as he stared terrified at Jager. It did not help when he finally let go off the notary and his head fell off... Yoshitoki's face went deathly pale, he must have realized that could have been him. Yuusuke nearly felt like laughing at the man had the sitation not been so serious. Then the predator like feeling disappeared from Jager and he got a strangely child-like look to his face, despite all the blood covering him. This made the CEO's change their focus to Richard who was now waving a controller of some form in his hand, it was obvious to the CEO's that it was in show to tell them he had been the one to... Stop the boy.

What followed was probably one of the most bizzare scenes that you could imagine without it being filled with gore, with the exception of the blood covering Jagers body of course. The boy threw himself at Richard, the speed he moved at suggesting he still possessed the same kind of power as he had previously, but instead of attacking or anything he simply yelled a drawn out 'Master!' which was followed by some more as he giggled while saying it, even with his suit and visor on one could easily tell Richard did not like it, even more so when he told Jager to get off him.

After another short scene, with the boy asking for a cookie and being given one by the largest of the group, they turned their attention back to the CEO's. The look on Yoshitoki's face was a mix of disgust and fear, Yuusuke was as calm as ever, though a hint of irritation was visible in his eyes. The other two showed both fear and anger, mostly fear though.

Richard approached and clapped his hands together before speaking.

“Sorry about that...he can be a bit difficult. Now, what were we here for? ....Oooooh yes, I wanted to continue the conversation we were having the other day before I was so rudely disconnected.”

Yoshitoki visibly calmed down, though it could just as well be an act, as he stood up from his sitting position. "...I understand your angry, Mallory, but this is madness! You've commited genocide here today! How do you think you will get away unscathed even if you kill all of us?" The man said, though his voice was shaken it was easy to tell he was beginning to regain confidence as he spoke, probably thinking he had thought of a way out of the situation, he did not know Richard.

Though the thought of making a homeage to a certain movie came to mind, Richard decided not too and instead replied in a serious manner. "Yes, I can see your point, however you seem to forget just who I am, who I represent. And even then, I do not care, you have been a thorn in my side for several years now, its time to pluck it out..." As he said this he raised his gun, aiming straight at Yoshitoki's head, the man began to quiver as terror creeped over his face, but just then sounds could be heard from somewhere behind them, shortly followed by gunfire and small explosions. "Haha... Your too late now, Mallory!" Yoshitoki yelled, just as Yunichiro hit a button on the wall, causing a thick glass barrier to shut down inbetween the group. "This diamond glass will protect us until your all dead!" Yoshitoki yelled in triumph, just as what seemed to be a hatch opened on the wall behind the CEO's.

"Damn it. Their getting away!" Richard said with anger in his voice as he ran up to the glass and slammed it with his fist, not even making a crack. Just then the area outside the bunker like room exploded with gunfire, the group of soldiers and machines the CEO's had been watching earlier had reached them.

"You take care of these, I will go after them!" Richard ordered the two, extending his spirit blade from his left hand and then stabbing with as much force as he could into the glass, just barely cutting through it, he then placed a small explosive in the crack and after a few seconds it exploded, causing huge cracks to run through the glass, with one last push he made it through, shards falling all over the ground. "Oh geez what a waste..." He commented on the expensive glass shards before following the CEO's through the hatch.

[Zhiel]

*Some time later*

"Well damn, they managed to get away before I could catch up to them." Richard said, partly to himself but mostly to the HALO squad which was gathered infront of him on the wartorn grounds of the Vulcan complex. After defeating the reinforcements they had followed the new order of retreating out of the building, which Richard and his two companions had done as well.

Just then however a loud sound could be heard from above them as a part of the building fell away, crashing down upon some of the few remaining Vulcan soldiers. Out from the new hole came a helicopter driven by jet engines which flew off at as high speed as it seemed capable off, shooting down some of the NWO choppers which was surrounding the building. It almost looked like if it would make it out of there, but just then a huge BOOM ecoed out from nearby Richard's own position.

Had he not been wearing his helmet, he would have most likely ruptured his eardrum from the sound of the powerful cannon which had just been fired. "But it does not seem they will get far." He then said with a smile on his face as he watched the super charged shot fly straight for the chopper at insane speed, a moment later the chopper was engulfed in an explosion of fire and energy as the metal which composed it was vaporized. As the fire ceased only ashes fell from its location.

Just ten meters to Richards side stood a huge tank with its large main cannon aimed up toward where the chopper had been, its multitude of other weapons sticking out in every which direction, looking ready to shoot. Anyone who knew about the NWO's secret or 'special' projects would know about Tank, the first artificial spirit AI created by humans.

"Good work, Tan.." Richard began, but was suddenly cut off by another loud boom sounding out as the main cannon was fired again, shortly followed by a mass of mounted rifles and smaller cannons firing toward the 'remains' of the chopper. "Ahahahaha! BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOOOOOM!" Came a digitalized but distinctly female sounding voice over the radio channel of Richard and the HALO squad, as the 'female' AI continued shooting the miniscule remains to even tinier bits. "...Great...." Was all Richard could say as he stared blankly at Tank.

After Tank was finally satisfied, or the cannons was exhausted or out of ammunition, whichever came first. Richard let out a deep sigh, before he turned toward the HQ again. "Alright. As I've given the order to pull back, nearly everyone should be outside of range by now, and no one should remain inside the buildings. Commence destruction of the Vulcan HQ!" Richard ordered while he made a sweeping motion with his right arm, just a moment later the turrets still stuck on the outer walls opened fire toward the large building, while ground troops manned cannons or picked up rocket launchers and began to bombard the building. The large squadrons of choppers began to fire their weaponry into it as well. But as Richard watched the building being torn to shreds and fall appart on itself, he coulden't help but think he had forgotten about someone....

OOC: Thought we'd better get this finished already, if you want to add anything you can do a final post (GK and Steven).