Scene #9222: The Giant Kidnappers

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Futaba Nuki	On a good day, the nameless little village that Elites have been called to would be in the middle of the planting season. Farmland is abundant in the northern region of China, and although this isn't a wealthy area by any means, it would look peaceful enough to anyone passing through for a quick bite to eat or a night's lodging at local inn with a grand total of five rooms. There's a stream trickling water through the border of the village, and plenty of foliage for children to play in and their parents to forage in. Calling Elites here, naturally, means today is not a good day for the village. Rather than seeing a poor yet idyllic farming village, those responding to the strange call are met with a dusty village in the midst of a drought. The grass is withered, the fields lie fallow, and the townspeople cower inside their ransacked homes as the village itself has turned into a small battlefield. On one side of the battle, armored soldiers in purple wielding swords and spears, floating mechanical pods with farmers banging on them from the inside soundlessly, and a giant skeletal monstrosity that looks like someone turned inside out so the bones could protect what little sinew is there connecting it all together. On the other side of the ongoing battle, an imposing bearded man in green wielding a guandao, and a less imposing man in black wielding a sword. The pair seem to be holding their own against the soldiers, but seem to be increasingly perturbed as the waves of soldiers and massive skeletal figure keep pushing them further and further away from the floating pods moving in the opposite direction.
Meresankh	Meresankh arrives leading a cluster of hovering insectoid constructs. As she reaches the edge of the village she comes to a stop while her technomantically-controlled servitors fan out. Long sinuous 'wraiths' with beam emitters and wicked blade-limbs slink in twos and threes between the houses, while larger spider-like battleforms disgorge dozens of hamburger-sized scarab drones from portals on their underbellies. The wraith constructs are the first to engage, pouncing from cover toward the purple soldiers while the tomb-spiders hang back and amass scarabs. Scything through spear, shield, armor, and flesh with ease and then leaping out of danger with a flick of their tails, the wraiths hit and run, harrying the enemy formations to stop their advance. Meanwhile, the queen herself assesses the situation from the air, a good ways back from the fiercest fighting. Unlike with her Necron warriors, Meresankh is quite willing to send the constructs on suicidal attacks, because they can be rebuilt or replaced with ease after the dust settles. As the fighting begins on the ground she zooms her vision in on the floating pods, attempting to ascertain if they are piloted from within or remotely. If she can hijack or at least scramble the input signals, their escape would be greatly stymied...

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On a good day, the nameless little village that Elites have been called to would be in the middle of the planting season. Farmland is abundant in the northern region of China, and although this isn't a wealthy area by any means, it would look peaceful enough to anyone passing through for a quick bite to eat or a night's lodging at local inn with a grand total of five rooms. There's a stream trickling water through the border of the village, and plenty of foliage for children to play in and their parents to forage in.

Calling Elites here, naturally, means today is not a good day for the village. Rather than seeing a poor yet idyllic farming village, those responding to the strange call are met with a dusty village in the midst of a drought. The grass is withered, the fields lie fallow, and the townspeople cower inside their ransacked homes as the village itself has turned into a small battlefield.

On one side of the battle, armored soldiers in purple wielding swords and spears, floating mechanical pods with farmers banging on them from the inside soundlessly, and a giant skeletal monstrosity that looks like someone turned inside out so the bones could protect what little sinew is there connecting it all together.

On the other side of the ongoing battle, an imposing bearded man in green wielding a guandao, and a less imposing man in black wielding a sword. The pair seem to be holding their own against the soldiers, but seem to be increasingly perturbed as the waves of soldiers and massive skeletal figure keep pushing them further and further away from the floating pods moving in the opposite direction.

Meresankh

Meresankh arrives leading a cluster of hovering insectoid constructs. As she reaches the edge of the village she comes to a stop while her technomantically-controlled servitors fan out. Long sinuous 'wraiths' with beam emitters and wicked blade-limbs slink in twos and threes between the houses, while larger spider-like battleforms disgorge dozens of hamburger-sized scarab drones from portals on their underbellies. The wraith constructs are the first to engage, pouncing from cover toward the purple soldiers while the tomb-spiders hang back and amass scarabs. Scything through spear, shield, armor, and flesh with ease and then leaping out of danger with a flick of their tails, the wraiths hit and run, harrying the enemy formations to stop their advance.

Meanwhile, the queen herself assesses the situation from the air, a good ways back from the fiercest fighting. Unlike with her Necron warriors, Meresankh is quite willing to send the constructs on suicidal attacks, because they can be rebuilt or replaced with ease after the dust settles. As the fighting begins on the ground she zooms her vision in on the floating pods, attempting to ascertain if they are piloted from within or remotely. If she can hijack or at least scramble the input signals, their escape would be greatly stymied...