Scene #3153: Kaiju Gem Battle

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Peridot	It was a lovely day for mad science. Though one could accuse Peridot of being a mad engineer most of the time; today she was legitimately doing science. Creating a hypothesis, and then testing it. The Gem Warship looked over the city. This by itself was never a good sign for any human settlement. "I've managed to capture one of the fusion experiments." She began in her debriefing to her bodyguard. "One of the larger ones, at that. The purpose of this test is to see how well it fares against the native human defenses." She rode with Jasper in the bubble-pod that settled on top of a building. "They are difficult to control, but from this vantage point we can perceive how they handle threats-- this will inform us of how they may be used offensively, mindless beast that they are." Peridot's fingers formed her Holo-screen. "I suspect we can effectively use them as bombs. Dropping them on targets of interest. Theoretically, they will form mid-air and do what they always seem to do, based on my observations..." Her finger paused over the 'launch' button. "Destroy everything in sight." Any elites in the air had mere moments before a large threat was to appear before them, seemingly out of thin air. The giant green hand in the sky was about to be the least of their problems.
Jasper	It's a lovely day? Jasper never seems to think so. In fact, sometimes one might wonder if she derives joy from anything /except/ heinous acts of violence. She had said nothing throughout the journey from ship to vantage point, and had barely even nodded. She grunted, occasionally. That's Jasper for 'listening'. She just hasn't adapted well to post-Unification life so far and, really, it's hard to tell if she ever well. She's a cog without a machine to be part of. The larger Gem squints down from the edge of the building. If only she had worn her cape, then she might have something photoworthy going on with the wind. But the cape is for occasions where she needs the extra effect, not for one of Peridot's science experiments. The wind, however, tugs at her white mane of hair. "And?" Jasper asks, glancing down at Peridot. "Did you really need me here for /this/? Can't you just record the battle with a robonoid and analyse the footage later? It's /just/ a fusion experiment, hardly anything worth caring about."
Jeannette Thompson	There were many different flavors of America out there. Many different forms of economy, military force, willingness to trust strangers and allow forigeners in. The best ones, in Jeannette's view, were the ones that didn't feel like posturing strength for strength aganist a nation many of them hadn't heard of. Granted, those were the ones that didn't have much of a military left to posture /with/... but it allowed good trade oppurtunities in the end. Everything worked out just fine... well, until things like this happened. The RTS /Resolve/ just had two of her escort ships visable from beyond the horizon of the Gem ship itself. The port that many of them thought would be an interesting place for shore leave and a chance to catch up on movies was going to be anything but that. They were lying still as they could be, quiet, relaying on newcasts and the transmissions from a stressed air traffic control network for combat data. Jeannette could have probably handled this from the CIC... but instead she was being followed by a few annoyed officers on the deck of the carrier, fighters behind her preping for launch as she leaps into the awaiting cockpit of the... special aircraft that just came up from the elevator. "No, no, no. Will not hear another word about it. Rank hath it's privilages, you know, and one of them, surely one of them is the right to leap upon a steed like some sort of hopelessly romantic knight-errant and charge into battle. I will not stare at screens and murmur assent for half an hour to decisions that are being made perfectly well." She slides into the cockpit, and, with a practiced grace, slots the cord behind the seat into the port at the back of her neck, giving a little shudder. "I can do that from here. Execute contingency Shrike Forty One." All those officers can do is grumble assent, as the aircraft aboard are rocketed forward by magnetic catapults, launched into the air one by one by one, until there's a total of five. Jeannette's own aircraft doesn't need one; it slowly lifts off the deck in a VTOL configuration, reaching enough altitude to switch to a more direct flight mode and head toward the awaiting invaders. They would take time to get there, of course, but the radar signatures of aircraft moving in at steadily increading speeds from the distance should get /someone's/ attention.
Eryl Fairfax	People point, stare, take photos of, and the run screaming from the handship when it suddenly launches something into the streets. At times like this, people need a hero! And they get one... but likely not what they were expecting. No armour-clad knight riding on a noble steed, nor a pulpy sci-fi hero zooming in with a jet pack. Instead, they get what looks like a businessman on his lunch break. Seriously, he's dressed in a suit and walking up to the landing zone with a half-eaten foil-wrapped gyro in his hand. "Always on your lunch break..." Eryl laments. He glances to his half-eaten meal. They never taste good once they cool down... And so, he quickly scarfs down two more mouthfuls before crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder, where it spins around the rim of a garbage can before tipping in. He peers about, looking from the Gem fusion to the spaceship, and catches a glimpse of Jasper's white hair. Original Face does its best to magnify and match. "That looks like the commander... perhaps I should be cutting off the head?" But the monster was still on the ground, and the greater threat to the populace... But now, a new force is entering the city airspace! Original Face pings the vessels as Union-allied. "Well, in that case..." He sets off at a run, heading towards the building Jasper is lurking atop of! He takes the stairs all the way to the roof (never use the elevator in a disaster situation!) and opens up the roof access... before politely knocking on it loud enough to draw the brash Gem's attention. "Excuse me, hello. You are Jasper, of the Homeworld Gems, correct?" He steps out onto the roof proper, face split into a friendly grin. "I am Eryl Fairfax, diplomat for the ReGenesis Corporation and Union ally. This attack that is being launched from your ship... I'm afraid I must ask that you call it off."
Peridot	"If it gets destroyed, we will need to retrieve the shards if possible." Peridot answers. "The robonoids are not meant for fighting. But you are." She goes on, her single digit extending and pressing the launch button. A small hatch on the Gem Warship opens up and drops what appears to be a substantially large cluster of gem shards stuck together. The size of an elephant. "The fusion experiments are a problem." She squints. The large elephant-sized cluster falling, gaining terminal velocity. "But any resource we have available, we will need. In order to protect Kindergarten, we will have to destroy the Cluster before it emerges. Therefore it's extremely pertinent that we muster our forces together. The cluster isn't an enemy you can just punch to defeat. We need a heavy hitter." "We need..." She points... Mid air, the fusion experiment begins to glow into a bright light. The light expands, and begins to form various limbs, and colors growing massively in size. What started out as an elephant expanded to the size of a building. It's body was a lump of fleshy mud-colored skin. From there sprouted several long appendages. Arms by the looks of it that ended in giant eyeballs. Each arm looked to be the creatures various heads, like the hydra of mythology, twisted into a grotesque abomination. It impacted on the ground sending shockwaves throughout the city and a cloud of dust into the air. It had no legs in the conventional sense. Just more arms. Four fat-arms extended down from it's body, creating it's centaur-like legs. It had a long tail, where in a horrifying twist, was tipped with a giant mouth with sharp teeth. The creature as a whole was just wrong and painful to look at. It's existence was pain. The forced fusion of long-dead gems. The dark legacy of the Gem Homeworld. It roared in anguish and immediately set on destroying a nearby building in rage. "That." Peridot finished, tilting her nose up with a smirk. "Now that can do some damage." She grinned. "That will put the fear of Homeworld into any who oppose us." As Fairfax showed up. Peridot grimaced. "Hey I remember you! You were the one who messed up the trap I set for Sunstone!"
Jasper	Jasper listens to Peridot, although her eyes are on the fusion experiment as it begins to sprout limbs and take form. Ugh. Fusion. Jasper's lips twist up at that sight - she abhors the concept, in all of its forms. The ultimate in weakness, needing someone else to make you stronger. When Eryl makes his entrance, Jasper's eyes slide over to look at him although she doesn't move an inch otherwise. "And I'm afraid," she begins, her voice a low growl and she turns to face him directly. She's about nine feet of orange muscle, with muscles on her muscles. The darker stripes along her face and arms bring to mind a big cat, as does her feral expression - like she's just seen prey. "...that I'm going to say /no./ Are you disappointed, are you going to walk away?" Her voice is saccharine yet gloating, and quickly turns aggressive: "Because I sincerely hope you'll try something!" The gem in the middle of her face glows bright, and a helmet with a wicked heavy prow erupts onto her head. Eryl's probably only got a moment before she charges!
Jeannette Thompson	It took just a few minutes for the fighters to reach formation, interlinking networks with each other and moving toward the least-time course to the city. The sonic boom's in the air above were loud enough to crack the glass on the windows of the ships below them, as pulse-detonation engines press on speed, moving from supersonic to hypersonic velocities. It wouldn't take too long for them to reach the city at all. It did still leave some time for Jeannette to look at the sensor take from the CIC at /Resolve/, however, and make a few orders. <<Local command will be sending troops from the ground, most likely; LOS will probably be hindered by terrain for that floating ship in the sky, so they have a chance to reach the target. Transport options we have will be limited, however, and they look more than capable of swating subsonic rotocraft out of the air. Plot a long transit around to see if we can land away from enemy aircraft and approch via the motorway. Probably will be over by the time this ends, but their police and territorials will probably need help cleaning up. In the mean time, let's keep that creature busy.>> As they get close, Jeannette furrows her brow underneath a flight helmet. Well, there was a Union blip aboard that ship. A bit static, but it looks like someone was up there, trying something. That was helpful; it meant that the ship's crew mighht be distracted from the inside. But, just to do her part... <<Initiate launch from /Kingsford/.>> In a split second, the Gem Ship would realize it's being lit up by a rather powerful fire control system from one of the ships in the distant sea, before multiple hypersonic tracks would leap from it, jumping into the air. It's possible some of them were missiles heading toward her, but exactly what and how many would be immediatly made incoherent by penetration aids- a few missiles blasting electronic noise on dozens of spectrums to attempt to confuse and jam enemy sensors. It's an impressive display that might distract from the six other blips coasting low aganist the water, about to cross over into land.
Eryl Fairfax	Eryl peeks at Peridot, and gives a smile of recognition. "It is I, yes. Good to see you again, though I do wish it was under circumstances where you weren't wilfully endangering innocents." His voice takes on a bit of an icy quality, but his smile remains fixed, so seemingly genuine that one might be forgiven for thinking they had imagined it. His eyes slide back over to regard Jasper. It's not often he's had to deal with people taller than him, most had been too malnourished to reach their natural heights. So peering up at someone who had three extra feet on him is a novel experience, but he shows no fear. "Not disappointed at all, actually. I thought this would happen, based on the impression you give on the broadband. But, I am a diplomat; I always make a polite request first." The manifestation of the helmet certainly stuns him though! Original Face files a complaint, producing that buzzing pain that is supposed to make him report it. But in this case, it is the heuristics that are a fault, not Eryl's perceptions. So while he pinches the bridge of his nose until the ache goes away, he's not making any threatening movements. But nor is he walking away.
Peridot	"A majority of the human population here will be replaced by gem kind eventually. All we're doing--" Peridot turned her attention briefly back to the giant monster rampaging in the city. "Is.. speeding up that process a little." Her lips pursed slightly. "See to it that this one doesn't interfere with another of my experiments, Jasper." She instructs. "Preferably permanently." Meanwhile, her screen blips its alarms as the Gem Warship gets under fire. "Nuisances." Peridot squinted, tapping on her screen to take remote control of the massive ship. An easy enough task for her. The giant hand turned the thickest part of its palm towards the blows. Large chunks of green shards explode into the air as its imapcted. It couldn't simply shrug off too many hits, but it had thick armor and could take some damage before a retreat would be necessary. "I didn't come here for a navy battle." The finger tips lights up, and let loose a salvo of energy-based lasers that lance out towards the encroaching ships. Meanwhile, the monstrous gem mutant was relatively un-challenged. Good news for the mutant, terrible news for the panic stricken humans that scurried under its feet. It's frightening tail mouth scooping up humans and swallowing them whole in a frightening manner. The hand/heads grabbing a building and crushing it in a massive bear hug. Sending shards of glass and rumble into the street. No telling if the building had any occupants.
Jasper	"With pleasure!" Jasper calls to Peridot over her shoulder, as she breaks into a run. It feels like the rooftop shakes under her footsteps. She crosses the distance to Eryl with long, quick strides. At the last moment, the titan Gem draws her head back and then slams it down wickedly, bringing the heavy prow of the helmet with the movement, like she's aiming to crush Eryl down into the roof - and, probably, down into a few floors below! Jasper adds, "Consider the negotiations concluded." Overconfidence, thy name is Jasper.
Jeannette Thompson	The ships at sea were tough, buttoned up for a fight, but they really didn't want one. /They/ didn't come her for a naval battle either, it seemed, as the lasers scar across the cruiser's bow, etiching a line into it's armor and causing structual damage before it's engines are able to increse to full power and swing away from the blast. The destroyer is already nimbly dodging, avoiding the strike. The carrier, while not as large as others, is large enough to take the hit with reletively little damage... and has the damage control crews to keep it from spreading. The attention drawn, however, there's suddenly a few pops, and a cloud of expanding thermal smoke and chaff, the electronic picture of the formation breaking as they attempt to break contact. Their job was a distraction for the critical moment of the aircraft coming into play, crossing over on land, straight down a city street as a first fullisade of missiles are launched to pepper the large creatue with shaped explosives. The ear splitingly loud roar of the engines as the formation flies over it's head was hopefully a good distraction, as the fighters draw off into two units of three.
Eryl Fairfax	That smile fades away at Peridot's words, revealing a blank expression. "Ah. So that is how it is," Eryl says in a terribly neutral tone, like the Gem had only remarked on the weather. On the inside, he is fuming about genocidal maniacs, don't get him wrong! But it would never do for a diplomat to wear his heart on his sleeve. His face remains blank, even as Jasper marches over, even as she pulls her head back in preparation for the headbutt. Within his brain, Original Face is running a whole lot of analyses, trying to figure out the optimal battle strategy. 1. OPPONENT IS LARGER, LIKELY STRONGER. 2. SUMMONS(??????) HELMET AS ONE WOULD DRAW A WEAPON. HEAD-BASED FIGHTING STYLE? CONCLUSION: USE OWN STRENGTH AGAINST THEM, DELIVER DELIBITATING HEAD INJURY. Well, he could have thought that up himself, but it is a good plan. As the Gem brings her head down, Eryl crouches down and springs up, twisting his feet and legs as he does. This generates some centrifugal force, which he amplifies by turning his hips and waist, and again by rotating his arm which he is bringing up to meet the headbutt halfway. The ultimate goal? To use the force of Jasper's own strike against her, by channelling all the force of his strike into a single point on his middle knuckle. By meeting the headbutt with his fist, he aims to use her own strength against her! But, will his arm hold out? How about the ground beneath him?
Peridot	As the battleships disengage with the Gem Warship, it appears to withdraw in a similar fashion. It seemed just as unwilling to fight as they, distraction or no. It even makes no single move against the aircraft that attack the fusion abomination. After all, it would be a terrible test of the creatures strength if Peridot instructed the warship to aid it. As the salvo of blast rip through some of the creatures toughened skin, sending charred chunks of meaty substance into the air that splatters on the ground. Though it does not appear to be able to last long when not attached to it's owner. The meaty substances seemingly evaporates into a multi-colored cloud of smoke and disappears into the wind. It didn't like that much. The tail whips around, attempting to snatch one of the fighter pilots out of mid-air and have a crunching plane-shaped snack. While one of the several head/hands swings. In a bid to slap another to the ground. It's attention was seemingly mostly occupied by it's aggressors now, however it had so many limbs. The extras of which busied themselves by smashing into the street, creating a massive hole in the ground. Peridot squinted at this. "What is it doing?" She posed to herself, nearly oblivious to the battle taking place just behind her.
Jasper	Clunk! Eryl's fist meets Jasper's helmet - and somehow, miraculously, Jasper finds her headbutt stalled. She has a moment to grasp that peculiar idea, and then the ground collapses beneath her as all that force finds somewhere else to go - straight down. Acting entirely on instinct, she has a moment to reach out with one arm and grip Eryl's ankle in her large fist, aiming to drag him down with her! Sh crashes through a desk, shattering it under her weight. She leaps to her feet, undaunted, and lashes out with a foot, aiming to send Eryl flying with a powerful blow! "I said: consider the negotiations /concluded/!"
Jeannette Thompson	Jeannette Thompson looks down from her fighter as it circles nimbly around, squinting at the creature. "What the devil is it doing?" She asks no one in particular. The group of fighters had made it through... alive. One of them hadn't been crushed by the tail, but it had lost part of it's own, fighting for control for a brief moment. The computer aboard the aircraft knew more about what was happening than the pilot did. This close to buildings and the ground, at this speed, it didn't even give them the chance to try to roll out of it, activating the eject system and sending him rocketing into the air before drifting gently toward the fround on a parachute. The other aircraft is slapped at, taking structual damage, but after a moment or two, it's engine's flare back to life, and it's able to limp around, heading back to sea. <<Lost Shrike-2 and 4. 2 looks to be recoverable, RTB. 4 had to eject, and I don't like his chances down there.>> Jeannette lowers her forward velocity and vectors her thrust to slide around thei aircraft. <<If the bastard doesn't like charging, maybe it will like dancing. Standoff. Aim for the limbs on the ground. Whatever it's doing, I want it stopped.>> The fighters don't go in for another assualt this time, instead firing guided missiles at the creature from a distance; the flight profile send them up, then straight down, attempting to impact the limbs that were attempting to dig into the street. Jeannette... well, she had the more manueverable fighter, so you can't blame her for circle strafing the thing, swinging around in an arc to slap it with 20 millimeter high-velocity cannon before zooming paralel to ti.
Eryl Fairfax	The moment his fist meets the helmet, Eryl thinks 'oh this was a bad idea.' The force of the clashing strike travels down his mechanical arm, making several pieces of hardware fracture. His arm isn't useless yet, but it could use some maintenance right now. But the shock didn't stop there, oh no. It continues travelling into his still-flesh torso, causing some bruising all throughout his internals. As such? He's a little busy with reeling from the pain and warnings that his implants are giving him to resist as Jasper drags him down into the building! He lands on the ground next to her, unable to stop a small groan from leaving his bruised lungs. When the kick comes, Original Face continues its commentary, uncaring of the pain that Eryl is about to experience. Right now, he has a chance to take the kick and put some distance between he and his physically superior opponent, or cling to her leg and keep the fight up close... 'One more try,' he decides to himself. When the kick connects, his arms wrap around Jasper's legs! He still takes damage, coughing hard from the force of it! "I know..." he groans in response. Since he remains in close quarters, he throws a clumsy punch towards Jasper's abdomen. Is he down and out already? No. He just remembered something curious about Gem physiology that Sunstone mentioned. That they're not flesh and blood, but some kind of hard light constructs. That means he can do what comes next with less guilt. "That's why I'm fighting." Should that weak punch connect, a blade suddenly erupts from the arm behind it, edges glowing red hot as it tries to puncture the Gem!
Peridot	Peridot studiously takes notes on the creatures behavior. Her single digit dancing across her holo-screen with a critical eye. The hydra-monster had several eye stalks on the various hands that made up it's many heads. It tracked Jeannete's craft as it circled around, occasionally taking various slaps at it, most of which seemed of little avail. As it had managed to buy some time by chasing off the other two fighters. The guided missiles rip into the creatures side, sending another wave of meaty matter into the sky that evaporates into smoke before it even hits pavement. This illicits another roar of anguish from the damned beast. Then something strange happens. It's lumpy round body suddenly develops a narrow slit. This grows and opens up until the fresh terror it was presenting became clear. It was growing a new mouth. Unlike the mouth on the tail, this one was massive in size. It looked like it could eat an entire space ship in a single bite. "Fascinating.." Peridot watched in stunned silence. She had never seen a fusion experiment behave like this, though she had read about ones that utilized shape-shifting, an inherent skill among gem-kind. What happened next was even more bizarre. The creature lurched forward, it's massive cheeks puffed out for a moment as it leaned over the hole it had created in the ground. It opened it's mouth and in a surprise twist, it upchucked small eldritch horrors. They were no less mutant than the giant one from which they spawned, tangled blobs of gnashing teeth, legs, arms and eyes. But they were more human-sized. They all disappeared into the sewer systems. Meanwhile, the creature itself seemed to shrink in size. "It's... It's escaping. It's breaking itself down and it's escaping!" Peridot grit her teeth. "This is bad. This is very bad! Jasper! We have a problem here!" She called, turning around to survey the battle taking place.
Jasper	"I know!" Jasper snaps back to Peridot, from somewhere below. "And I'm in the middle of crushing it!" Well, it sounds like Jasper has no idea what's happening. "But it doesn't know when to quit!" As Jasper is angrily lamenting that fact, she gives her leg a good shake - bone-rattling in its intensity! When Eryl stabs her, for a moment, it seems like Jasper's form /flickers/. The big orange gem-woman just flickers like a corrupted image, and she howls in pain. It's not a wound she has really experienced before. At least, not for a long time if so. Jasper's never been one for subtlety, or for cool decision making. So, roaring out her rage and pain, she grabs Eryl's head as he clings to her and stabs her- -and she /squeezes/! "DIE!"
Jeannette Thompson	The attacks were taking it's toll aganist the creature, it looked like. Doing some damage, causing it's flesh to lop off as they struck. And those slaps really didn't do much at all. The fighter was larger and potentially slower than other aircraft, but Jeannette was linked right into it, and if there was a better person to pilot it, they were probably stuck melded inside some rock in the Temporal Wastes. NOt a pleasent thought to have while fighting a large monster that... Jeannette swerved clear of the creature as it suddenly brought out a large mouth, open and evil, pointing right at them. <<All fighters, get clear. If we attack it from range, it will>> Her thought chops off in mid transduction, as she sees it lean down and... Oh... Oh, /God/. She frantically stabbed an MFD, brinding up the communication system, switching to wide band across as much of the FM/AM spectrum as she could. <<All civilians! Get inside! Get inside /now/!>> a quick stab to another, entering instructions. <<Shrike one, ground penetrating! Seal that goddamn sewer line, all others, on me! We've got to kill as many of them as possible!>> Jeannette new, as the fighters streaked ahead of the creature, before sharply moving up in an inverted loop, that the press might see this as a civilian massacre, depending on who was still on the streets. Let them. God help them to get off the streets, and help them if they couldn't in time, but there was only one option that they had. Once all fightrs are in position, they open up bomb units on the underside, and fill the street with cluster bomb munitions. None of them were set to delay, and all of them should explode once they hit the deck. It would rip the street up and send vehicles going up in exploding fireballs of shaprnal and gasoline, but it would hopefully do /something/ aganist those creatures before they could escape into the underground.
Eryl Fairfax	'Bone-rattling' is the last thing Eryl needs to put up with, but he clings on regardless! But as his Ungraspable sinks into the Gem and makes her form flicker (something which Original Face did not appreciate AT ALL), he grits his teeth and responds. "You're the one who made it a problem. I asked you to stop and you refused. All you have to do it call off the attack and I'll go," he says in a quiet monotone, spoken just in such a way that it seems to cut through Jasper's anguished cries of pain. Unfortunately, she's in even less of a listening mood now. He winces as his head is clamped between her hands and squeezed. Now, Eryl's skull is actually very tough. All the neurosurgery that went into filling his brains with implants left it full of healing holes, so the decision was made to augment it with some armoured plating. So, the fact that Jasper is now making it crack with brute force alone is very alarming, the inside of Eryl's head suddenly filled with the sickly sound of bone and metal grinding against each other. "No!" he yells, raising his arms as if to plead for his life, his elbows pointed right up at Japser's face. When suddenly, his sleeves shred around said elbows, two heavy slugs flying out at high velocity!
Peridot	"Jasper!" Peridot shouted in frustration, but it was no avail. The titan gem was doing what she did best. Unfortunately, Peridot was not immediately sure how she could help anyway. So she let's out a frustrated little sigh and stepped up to the edge of the building raising her holopad. Meanwhile the beast was punching more holes in the ground. It had abandoned all other efforts as more more bombs shredded it's skin. In a surprising move it lifted its arm/heads to shield the hellspawn it created as much as possible. The heads disintegrated as they were struck. The core body took several hits as well, lacerating more of the non-biological flesh off. This gave Jeanette a brief glimpse of the core. The original core that fell to the ground to begin with. The fusion experiment had small-human sized hands pulling pieces of itself apart and feeding them to the mouth, where they were ejected fully formed into the sewers, streets and subway systems. The cluster bombs took many of them out, but there were so many. So many in different shapes and sizes. Some of them were merely hands grafted to feet. Some were eyeballs, not capable of moving at all. Others were spider-like, and other stills hulking brute monsters. Peridot grimaced. "I've learned everything I need to know. This will not be a viable weapon against the cluster." She frowned and pressed a button on her screen. Surprisingly, she joined Jeannette in the attack. The gem warship's fingers began to glow, and lanced energy down at the fusion experiments main body! "I have to destroy it!" The creature was sent reeling onto it's side, it's core exposed to Jeannettes forces.
Jasper	"You've lost!" Jasper snarls, maintaining that vice-like grip, pitting her urge to /win/ against Eryl's armored skull! "Know this as I end you! Your trickery, your weapons - they are nothing to me!" Peridot can probably hear it from the roof. Still, it definitely sounds like Jasper's a touch more... animated than usual. And then Eryl slugs her with a one-two blow. The first slams into her armored visor, shattering it completely, and Jasper's head snaps back. She loses her grip on Eryl and the sheer kinetic force of the blow sends Jasper whirling, crashing through desks and tables and one particularly large plant. She rises, looking quite worse for wear, although the concept of harm doesn't seem quite the same to a Gem as it does a human. Still, the state of her hair, the look in her eyes, the abrasions, the shattered visor of her helmet - she's being ground down. Of course, the question is, can Eryl outlast Jasper's fury? This time, her fury comes in the form of a hardwood desk. Jasper clutches it in one hand, picking it up by the table edge and whirls it around herself. She lets the blocky thing fly in Eryl's direction!
Jeannette Thompson	The fighters crawl up from the deck itself, pulling up just at the end of their run as they destroyed them, but... goddamn. They were still coming down, in so many shapes and sizes and forms that she didn't have the weapons needed to handle them all. "Goddamn it!" She breathed, angerily into her mask, circling around the creature, pullling up any sensors they have. <<Local territorials are... damn it, still at least an hour away. We don't have the weapons to do anything about this. We need to increse the time table on the Marines->> She starts, before... looking in awestruck confusion as the laser blast comes down from the ship, slicing into it as it feeds itself to give more and more into the underground. <<I... don't... never mind. It's vunerable, and I see what looks to be a weak point." She taps up the MFD, and places a targeting cursor on the core. <<Format all Inferni remaining, and let's finish this.>> The fighters move back into position now, and, as the creature is realying, set up a run on it from the other side of the street again. They didn't have anything heavy (subtactical ship killers still could level a building in a city like this, and /that/ would have been good for no one) but the last mass of anti-armor missiles the fire should be more than enough. They automatically arrange themselves in formation, setting up an ad-hoc network for the optimum strike profile. Some could be swatted down, and the rest would adapt. And all of them zoom in for a single strike on that core.
Eryl Fairfax	Eryl flops to his knees after Jasper is blown back. His head is now bleeding all over from punctures caused by shards of bone and metal. But thankfully, cerebral fluid is staying inside. All the blood pouring down his face and matting his hair gives him a rather ghoulish appearance though, as he regards Jasper with a blank face. Within his heavily bleeding head, his implants are shutting down all sensation of pain, as well as any sense of panic or fear, trying to keep him steady until the situation is pacified. Right now, his thinking is more machine than man, and it shows in his next action. A man would attempt to avoid the projectile being thrown at him. But a machine would use the obfuscation it provides to counterattack. As such, Eryl raises his index fingers, and fires seven tiny slugs from the tips of each finger. They have enough spin to penetrate the desk, fourteen slugs still retaining enough speed to possibly take Jasper by surprise! Eryl though, he takes the desk full on, wood splinters digging into his skin and joints as it makes impact, sending him flying back to slam into a wall! His arms come up to shield his head from the impact, but that leaves his bruised body to soak it all up! He slumps, barely moving.
Peridot	The missiles fly through to the creature, who swats at them viciously on it's last leg. Even in this prone weakened position it's mouth keeps spewing creatures. This would be a problem the city would be dealing with for weeks, if not longer. The infestation of gem monsters. However it seems finally it can work no longer. The cluster of missiles strikes the core, and the abominations entire body disappears into a puff of smoke that obscures the entire area. One last insult to injury as it provides temporary cover for all the smaller gem shards that managed to escape. The original chunk of gem shards falls to the ground, shattered into even smaller pieces. But, they are no longer animated. They no longer move. But, gems can reform when they lose physical form. Was that true of fusion mutants? Did Jeannette even know that to begin with? That these cluster shards could one day rise again, like zombies. Peridot approaches the battle site of Jasper and Eryl and cups her hands by her mouth. "Jasper! The mission was a success." That much was true at least, her mission was solely to determine the viability of the giant fusion experiment. And she had found it, to not be very useful at all. Results were results, even if they were not the results you wanted. "There is no longer any reason for us to linger. We must depart." She calls forth the flight pod, standing on the first step that lead up to their escape vehicle.
Jasper	Jasper wavers on her feet, like she's punch-drunk. She's still got a slight grin though, self-satisfied. She goes to pick up a chair- -and gets shot fourteen times. Jasper blinks, drops the chair, takes a step, and drops to one knee. She flickers again, wearing a very... perplexed expression on her face. "That's... new..." And then she rises, albeit slowly, just as Peridot calls it a successful mission. Jasper glances back at Eryl and says nothing. She leaps for the roof, reaching out to grip the edge of the hole and pull herself up. She takes a second to pause there, on the rooftop, before collecting herself, willing her helmet to vanish, and striding towards the flight pod, like she hasn't just been stabbed, shot and beaten about. It wouldn't do to show weakness infront of Peridot, after all. She's not likely to say anything on the way back though, just bow her head and recover and concentrate on maintaining her form, white hair falling and obscuring her face.
Jeannette Thompson	And, finally, the fighters manage to deal with the end blow, as it just... desolves into smoke. At least these things were self-cleaning... or, whatever they managed to kill was. There as no telling how many of those things were dead or living down there, already squirming into the sewers to rip apart hapless passersby. But the /main/ creature was finally dead, and all that was left were those shards that needed to be cleaned up. The Marines can handle that. Truck them all out for some hazardous waste disposal somewhere. Maybe one of the people on /their/ side might be able to say what to do with them. That was for another time, though... for now, there was still that ship in the sky to deal with. She stabbed another button for wideband communications. <<Airship, this is Commodore Thompson, 498th Independent Squadron, Royal Triancian Navy. You are hearby ordered to strike your colors or exit this combat zone immediatly." She would have rather wanted to give just the first ultimatum, but who knows if this was the 'fight the ship until it sinks' type). "If you do not follow such order, you will be struck with weapons of a subtactical yield with the full might of the Royal Triancian Navy brought to bear aganist you. I give you 5 minutes to make your intentions known before we will resume hostilities. Reply." The ships that had been breaking off are making wide circles and returning, more fighters launching off her deck. They weren't kidding.
Eryl Fairfax	Eryl only starts to stir as Jasper is making her way out, pushing himself up into a sitting position with trembling arms. He makes eye contact with the Gem for a single moment. Despite being so thoroughly battered, his eyes burn with defiance, filled with absolute refutation of everything Jasper was here for. But, she's gone, and he's left sitting there, keeping as still as possible so as to not aggravate his wounds. An internal radio is switched on, and he speaks. "Fairfax here," he says in a monotone. "Requesting immediate medical evacuation. I am suffering from multiple skull fractures, heavy internal bruising and broken bones. My limbs also require repairs, especially my right arm." And so he waits, for anyone to swing by and pick him up. If it weren't for his implants keeping him as even and still as possible, he would be grinding his teeth, eyes still shining with anger and bitterness.
Peridot	Peridot blinked at Jasper. "Are.. are you alright?" She pressed as the larger gem joined her in the escape pod. However her line of questioning is interupted. As the frequency is forwarded directly to Peridot's holoscreen. She answers with a visual feed. Her green face filling the screen, if Jeannette's fighter had the capacity to receive such a message. "Are you the one attacking the fusion experiment?" She squinted before a self-satisfied smirk crosses her face. "I want to thank you for providing an ample testing environment for my studies!" "But the study is now complete. I advise you see to it the remainder of those mutant gems are handled, it will be bad for both of us if they linger." "Peridot out." The transmission cuts as the escape pod enters the Gem Warship, and it starts drifting away into the atmosphere.