Scene #3721: Holding the Line

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Karian Icefang	No one in their right minds had expected this to happen. Especially to a small backwater planet with no real claims to fame. But as it stood right now, a tyranid fleet was currently hovering and starting to drop down it's horrible, evil biomass crazed monsters. The tyranid were washing over the land like a horrible flood, devouring anything in their path. Yet somehow the imperial guard on the planet managed to make a defensive line at the last city, Raxanor. The commander sent out a call for help, not really knowing if it would be heard or if anyone was close enough to come to their aid. Luckily for the planet and the commander, it was heard. From the skies, they came. Drop pods filled the skies over the city, and from the guard came cheers, shouts, and praises to the Emperor. The pods crash with a loud thud, and imidiately from them expolde the Space Wolves. Wasting no time, they reinforce the defensive line. "Commander, Start pulling your guard back to hold the final line. My brothers will take over here...and I'm expecting some more help." Karian says, pulling his bolter and firing at a gaunt who was lining up a shot. "Aye, my lord. GUARD! BEGIN TACTICAL RETREAT! LEAVE THIS LINE TO THE SPACE WOLVES!" This was the situation in the 41st millenium....only war.
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr blasts out of a warpgate, pulling into the air as soon as she's clear and blasting a sonic boom across the landscape. She's making herself a big target to any flying Tyranid, but that's likely the plan. "Divine Wind. Drive Ignition." Her barrier jacket is already in place, but a glow forms in her left hand, and the short hand-axe of her Device materializes, and splits off a pair of orbiting drones. "Local forces, this is TSAB Agent Zephyr Windstar. I am in local airspace, mark targets for tactical strike." she calls over broadband comms, before setting herself up on a platform of purple magic. "Bombardment Mode!" <SHIFT TO BOMBARDMENT MODE!> chimes Divine Wind, the haft extending to allow for a two-hand grip, the blade splitting and spreading out to make 'vanes' that spin around the gemstone at the head of the axe. <ALL MANA CHANNELS CONNECTED. ANCHOR POINTS AND RECOIL DAMPENERS LOCKED.> 'chains' of purple mana lash out from smaller spell seals and wrap around the teenager's legs and waist, pulling tight, while a pair of large green 'wings' unfurl from her shoulderblades, shedding 'feathers' of mana which dissipate quickly. <LINKER CORE PRESSURE RISING NORMALLY. SQUALL RING HAS STARTED REVOLVING.> Mana starts to gather into the gemstone, and the two drones form up and start spinning counter to the 'vanes', making a kind of null vortex, and forming a linked circle of mana lines. <READY TO FIRE.>
Alexis Maaka	((WITH APPROVAL FROM KARIAN)) "Will you PISS OFF-WAGH!" A cowardly tank commander is flung from his assigned vehicle, a Lemen Russ battle tank that seems to have been retreating before the order was even given. Alexis Maaka, after leaving the spineless bastard for the Commissar to deal with, climbs aboard. "Alright, lads. New orders, we're going /towards/ the horde. It's us against all of them, and unless we stand here a lotta guys are gonna die. Anybody want to back out now, just say so." Nobody protests, the last guy was a douchebag anyways. The battle tank loads up with a heavy bolter blazing as it tears across fighting lines, taking position up high to shower the enemy in ordiance. Maaka personally mans the cannon, using it to sight down high-value targets amid the enemy to eliminate with pure tank fire, and she takes her first shot quickly.
Gaonoir	This was probably one of the last places people would expect a certain 'shadow beast' to show up, but he has his reasons. Maybe it was because the massive alien invasion of a small and otherwise insignificant location just for the sake of conquest reminded him of the mass assaults of the Demon Lord Army in the past. Or maybe the potential destruction of one last bastion of home and hope for so many people had more personal meaning. Whatever it was, Gaonoir wasn't saying. What mattered is that he had found his way here, perching for a moment on a rooftop to take stock of the situation. Mass forces moving towards the target with no remorse; defenders crashing down from the skies above like an army of holy avengers. The tails of his headband fluttered behind him as he cocked his head up to watch the Space Wolves come crashing onto the scene, which made him smirk a little. It really was like one of the old wars. Standing from his perch, he took a moment to tug one glove firmly onto his paw, and then the other. Followed by leading off the rooftops, launching himself into an arcing path towards one of the alien hordes already closing in on the city guards. At the peak of the jump he starts what looks like an aerial somersault. Except it keeps spinning, wrapping Gaonoir an aura of black and purple energy around him. ""ROLLING COUNTER!" Which then slams down into the horde like a midnight colored meteor, the energy releasing in a surprisingly large shockwave for such a comparitively small creature.
Yuuki Konno	The only tanks Yuuki's used to dealing with are the ones with shields and platemail. Fortunately, she's quite used to giant bug hunts! Yuuki rockets out of the nearest warpgate, grinning fiercely. She's no hero, not exactly so in the real world, but she plays one online! "Ojiisan! Yuuki has arrived!" the Imp calls out cheerfully on the local tactical band. She hasn't yet realized that this is a matter of real life and death for real people. She knows it intellectually, but her heart is another matter. It changes little really, except of course her attitude. She's currently quite content to buzz the giant bug monsters, carving streaks into their flanks. That's the thing about giant monsters after all. There's just so much of them that's not their fangs or claws. So much area for a fast target to attack. She doesn't do a whole lot of damage, not on the scale of artillery and tanks, but the hurt she visits on her opponents is a whole lot more personal.
Lunara	Lunara is still pretty new to the Multiverse, but giant world destroying bugs are pretty universally bad, and being new, she had no idea from the call over the coms how small or insignifigant the planet requesting help was. She comes through the nearest warpgate, having finally gotten the hang of working those things, and quickly rushes toward the forces of the Space Wolves, spear in hand, with the glowing green tip of magical poison. She takes a moment to look at the hordes of bugs ahead, and the others coming to join in the battle. She feels a bit nervous, this being her first time in combat with others she doesn't know from around the Multiverse, but she does her best to hide it, with her tail just flicking a little here and there. "Lunara here. Ready to help in any way I can."
Alden	Alden was feeling nervous, out of his depth, but he also knew that he had to help, the situation reminding him the one on his native digital world... if he ever wants to be able to help back at his home, he must be able to deal with this kind of situations. The moment he emerges from the warp portal he already begins to act, reaching for a card from his deck box and sliding it through a device he was holding in a belt. "Digi modify, Matrix evolution!". His diminutive form quickly replaced by a much larger one, a bipedal wolf creature. Just as the change finishes, he uses another one "Please work." might be heard coming from him, "Digi modify Omnimon... Garuru cannon!". A large gauntlet shaped like the head of a metallic wolf appears in his left hand, the mouth parting to reveal a large cannon, clearly a gun of some sort. He moves towards the Space Marines, "Alden here, ready to help as well." he growls.
Karian Icefang	With all of the aid arriving, the spirits of the guard are bolstered beyond anything it was before. They had a chance now, they had hope...and unlike certain librarians, this was NOT the first step to dissapointment, but the first step to victory. Lasguns, tank shells, and artillary shells fired out into the horde. Zephyr would gets targetting data on suspected Synapse creatures, Maaka gets the all clear from the commisar and a 'give them hell'. Yuuki's speed annoys the many tyranids creatures that she cuts into and Gaonoir leaves a crater of tyranid corpses. Karian looks to Lunara and Alden and points to the horde. "We hold this line against them. The larger creatures act as focus points for the hive mind. Sever it's connection. Don't hold back. The planet is counting on us." He says. Then in a rare act, he puts his wolf skull helmet on. He then leads the charge into the horde, cutting and shooting down tyranids as he speaks on. "Allfather!...Grant my brothers...and our allies...your strength this day! Guide our united weapons...and our strength against this horde...so that we may give nothing...and take everything from them! FOR RUSS!!!!FOR THE ALLFATHER!!!" The Tyranid horde pushes on against this mass of fire, artillary, blades, and united force. If they had one thing in their corner, it was numbers. Warrior broods pop out around Gaonoir, aiming to scythe him down. Zephyr, Alexis, and Yuuki find Zoanthropes firing at them with their psychic artillary shells, and Karian, Lunara, and Alden would find gaunts charging them, along with more warriors. This would not be a pretty battle by any accounts, but if the heroes made it costly, it was a victory.
Gaonoir	Scythe-like limbs dig into the ground as Gaonoir reflexively goes on the defensive, dodging a few swipes and almost literally punching others away to deflect them. I mean, literally, like hitting the blade with his gloved paw to knock it away. Though he practically stops dead when he hears the 'Garuru Cannon', reflexively looking for the Royal Knight that weapon belongs to, but only sees someone holding up some kind of faux simile? He can't even see Alden clearly in the numbers surrounding them. All he gets for the trouble is a Tyranid capitalizing on the break in his movements and lashing out, sending the smaller Digimon skidding sideways. "Hffff." There's a gash across his shoulder and side where he was struck, but Gaonoir seems to shrug it off as he gets up, and reclenches his fists. Fine, worry about the imposter(?) Omegamon later. "I guess it's time to even the odds a little!" Another Tyranid lunghes at him but Gaonoit jumps, landing on it's head(?) and kicking it to the ground as he pushes off to launch into the air again. Shadowy energies start to swirl around him again, this time it has a digital, almost pixilated look to the aura though. "BLACKGAOMON, WARP DIGIVOLVE!" And the egg-shaped aura SHATTERS with a discharge of energy, echoed by the roaring of jet engines as they ignite to keep the larger, more humanoid wolf-creature afloat. If there was a camera there would be a brief close-up to show the shimmer of light across his aviator visor, and then pull back as he clenchs his now massive mechanical gauntlets into fists and strikes a dramatic mid-air pose with a howling roar. "BLACK MACHGAOGAMON!"
Yuuki Konno	Flight makes it easy to keep up speed and cut through the giant bug tank analogs. Yuuki can't keep up the flight forever though. In the back of her head, Yuuki's well aware she has only minutes of flight available and that a planetary invasion isn't about to be settled in a matter of minutes. Her choices and options are further narrowed when the air begins to explode around her. True, she's moving fast enough that it'd only be by luck that any artillery-class weapon could hit her. True, they're just as likely to hit their own creatures, if not more likely. But then, the tyranid bio-monsters are a whole lot hardier than the tiny imp... and if the artillery creatures happen to kill a few of their allies while downing as fierce a fighter as Yuuki, they'd probably consider themselves ahead of the game. Buffeted by explosions, Yuuki continues to cut in. She keeps even tighter to the tyranid murder machines when she flies however. Better to risk a swipe from one of them than to stick to open areas, giving the artillery-beasts an easy shot at her. Besides staying in close, she weaves and dodges more, making herself an even harder target. All the while Yuuki carves through the Tyranid force, she makes her way towards the line of battle. Towards Karian, the other Space Wolves, and those allies who have chosen to stand on the line. She'll be grounded shortly. What better place to be grounded than among the infantry? She may not have a bolter, but her blade is more than capable of keeping enemies from getting too close.
Alexis Maaka	To say the least, this is not what even Alexis was expecting. She and the tank crew are rocked side to side as the Zoanthrope fires upon them directly, but they manage to stay in the fight despite the rough impact of one shell that lands too close for comfort. "FUCK!" "Boss, we're takin' fire from the...floating 'nid thing!" "Tell me something I don't know." Alexis growls, aiming the tank towards the Zoanthrope closest to them before it can take another shot. "Shot ready, ma'am!" "Firing for effect!" Alexis pulls the trigger, compensating for drop through internal calculations and clever aiming beforehand. The gunners at both the MG and Heavy Bolter meanwhile continue taking potshots at the smaller 'nids below, trying to wear the enemy down with overwhelming firepower. That said, they may run out of ammo well before the Hordes run out of 'nids to shoot at.
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr is rooted in place, so when an explosion of telekinetic force erupts nearby her position, she has to take the brunt of it. "Diving Wind, lock target on the source of that fire. Prepare for Multi Target spread. Maelstrom Breaker, Typhoon shift." DIvine Wind chimes. <TARGETTING VECTORS LOCKED. INCOMING TARGETTING DATA FROM IMPERIAL GUARD. CORRELATING. TARGETS ACQUIRED.> The growing energy bubbles out, then the 'ring' of purple that the Bits are creating, constricts down, and the beam launches outward. THe purple pillar of destruction doesn't get too far down, before it splits into dozens of smaller beams, each one seeking out an individual Synapse creature, most though are focussing on taking out the Zoanthropes. They're the biggest direct threat, but plenty of Warriors and other targets of opportunity are targetted as well. The mage isn't doing too well though, the blasts, though inaccurate, are being fired at a stationary target with little defense... she'll have to break contact soon.
Lunara	Lunara nods and turns toward the Tyranid's rushing off to meet them. Along the way though she works her magic and summons a small group of Treants, with the tree-like humanioids moving to act as tanks or decoys while Lunara herself hangs back and draws upon her nature magic further, bringing a swam of entanling vines which seek to ensnare the Tyranid while she peppers them with spears, continuing to bound around the battlefield, skewering any Tyranid she comes into range of while keeping on the move in hopes of making herself a difficult target.
Alden	Alden barely has time to look at the others, even tho he can easily sense Gaonoir's presence. "I am not sure how strong this is, but expect a large explosion!" he warns outloud. The gun seems heavy, having to steady it with his free hand. He tries to take aim at the horde of bug creatures rushing at them, away from the soldiers if he can. "Supreme cannon!" The barrel of the gun glows brightly for a second, before firing a single shot, the energy projectile landing square on one of the bugs in the front row and exploding violently, the explosion engulfing several of the tyranids and hopefully destroying them, leaving a small crater, before he raises the 'gun' again and starts to take aim again, needing a few moments to 'reload'.
Zwei	The warpgate is put to use one final time, a short while after the others have joined battle. It's an odd move, since the message has gone out half an hour ago, begging the question of who could possibly be so callous as to take their time like that, and yet still interested, or bored and crazy enough, to show up anyways. If their intent is to save lives, an awful lot of people have probably died in the time it took them to make up their mind. If they're looking for fun, they've picked an awful place to find it. The horrors of the battlefields of the 41st millennium are a far cry from the noble duels Elites usually fight. That question is answered pretty quickly as a flaming comet cuts horizontally across the sky, crossing overhead without descending past the stratosphere. The bright, fiery light of its 'fall' flickers and winks out, and then a full ten seconds later, a dull, distant, screeching rumble reaches the ground; the sound of something slamming back into the subsonic realm at a ridiculously sharp clip. The local radio and tacnet sizzles with the reverberation of an obviously inhuman voice, deep, bass, and filled with a fiery, electronic cadence that calls to mind images of a melting nuclear reactor. "Confirming the presence of forty two million targets. What passes for this planet's local defense has allowed this battle to escalate to an unacceptable level. Men will die in the millions within the next twenty four hours." The sky whistles as the object finally descends at a meteoric clip, a blur of motion cutting straight downwards and slamming into the ground at such a speed that it craters like an artillery shell, kicking up a tidal wave of dust and debris. The thirteen foot tall figure that steps out of it, right between the Imperial lines and the advancing wave closing the no-man's land between them, is a monstrous silhouette of utterly featureless, carbon black armour, several tons of plating layered over itself like a demon clad in a knight's suit of armour. A glowing red slit of light splits through the dust where its faceless head is located, black talons flexing at its sides as its massive, digitigrade legs stomp forward. "Exodus class planetary subjugation Armiger Zwei: anti-army sub-unit Asche reporting presence. Confirm an acceptable degree of collateral damage, and I will begin annihilation."
Karian Icefang	Karian looks over as he hears the voice calling out, but that allows a warrior to get him in the few soft spots of his armor. Cursing softly, he slices of the scythe, and proceeds to jam it into the warrior's face. "There will ne NO Collateral damage to the city or civilian population. I will not allow an exterminatus or similar attack. Aim away from the city, and do your worst to these bugs." He instructs. As yuuki comes his way, he gives a nod. Inside his helmet, he smirks softly. As Zephyr's guns roar to life, tyranids fall in droves to her fire, combined with the basilisks. Maaka finds herself in command of a tank convoy. "Lead us in, Ma'am! We're ready to squash these bugs!" Gaonoir's change causes his own warriors to pause slightly, giving him an opening to send them back to their maker. Alden's attack levels a line of gaunts and a few warriors, making them reassess their plans. They decide to swarm him, but a few gaunts are skewered and stopped by a line of treants. This causes even the zoanthope closest to stop firing, boggled by the strange tree beings. This allows Maaka's tank shell to smash through it's shield, and send it back where it came from in a massive explosion, sending the guants near it into a frenzy, attacking each other and likely exposing the weakness of the hive mind. The Tyranids STILL refuse to back down, pushing harder. A tell-tale roar eminates that in the distance, the largest fielded creature for an invasion like this is on the field, and marching close. A Carnifex was on the prowl, and likely the key to forcing the horde to break.
Zephyr Windstar	<EMERGENCY RELEASE.> chimes Divine Wind, and the anchor lines shatter at points near the linkage to her body, falling away in broken mote of purple light, before they dissipate. The Mage then sets about getting the hell out of the way of those blasts, dropping down rapidly into the middle of a group of Gaunts. "I STRIKE FROM THE SKY BROTHERS!" she roars, slamming her axe-Device into the ground, cratering and shattering it with an outburst of kinetic damage, likely scattering the smaller creatures. She doesn't stop there though, kicking back up off the ground, the Mage does much as Yuuki before her did, zipping through the ranks of larger monsters, slashing and carving through them, though her weapon may be a bit more effective, as the mana-infused edge seethes with magical plasma. "I think I saw something huge on the horizon. Be ready!" she calls through the local comms, probably warning the locals about something they already knew was coming from that roar.
Alexis Maaka	"Squash, eh?" Maaka can't help but grin behind her helmet before she gets an idea. "Reload, then get us into the fray." The tank will fire once again into the horde before it takes off, and it drives upon landing from the hillside as Maaka commands it further into the melee. "DRIVE US CLOSER, BOYS! I WANNA HIT THEM WITH MY SWORDS!" She commands, hopping out to directly man the Heavy Bolter itself. Hoisting the weapon and draping the ammo belt over herself, she cackles as she lets out explosive shell after shell on full-auto before hearing that distinctive roar. Now they've found their new HVT. Maaka directs the tank to drive towards the Carnifex while she takes the first shot, firing a burst towards the Carnifex while driving through if not /over/ anything in the tank's path. "Fire the main gun, ram the shell down that thing's throat!"
Lunara	Lunara feels rather diminutive in this battle among the Tyranid, and tanks and evolved Digimon, but her efforts still seem to be helping so she and any remaining treants that haven't yet been cut down continue on, heading for some of the larger Tyranid creatures, while watching their movements carefully to avoid being squashed like the bug she is compared to them. She continues to call upon tangeling vines in the hopes of slowing the colossal creatures down if not stopping them, though now, the vines also have venomous thorns, and still, she continues launching her spears toward them, trying to keep a balance between the range and power of her throws as she doesn't want to get too close, but on the other hand her efforts are useless if those spears don't have the power to penetrate their hide.
Gaonoir	Gaonoir capitalizes on the moment of oppritunity to dive back into the fray. In truth that was part of the reason he had waited to evolve, for the element of surprise. The other being that he wanted to gauge what they were up against first, and he saw no reason to not use his highest level form against an enemy with strength and tremendous numbers on their side. But Gaonoir has his own advantages, and when you're throughing massive punchs and kicks at near mach speed, it's going to mess aliens up. That his hands and feet are all clad in super-tough digi-metal just ices the cake. Then -that thing- roars at the back of the horde. Gaonoir pulls a little higher in the air to see clearly over the horde, and makes a face. "And I thought some digimon were ugly." He looks down at the masses below again, and dozens of targeting blips start to flicker to life on the HUD of his visor as digital sensors pick them out, and plot a path directly towards the main monster at the back. "Get ready boys!" he shouts at the Space Wolves and whoever else is nearby, "I'm gonna blow us a path through!" Blow? Wouldn't he mean plow? Gaonoir drops down to the ground, digging his bionic feet in to brace himself, arms flexing at his sides. His engines stop blasting and collapse down against his back to keep his balance stable. Then he inhales much in the same way a certain 'big bad wolf' of legend would, whirling streams of shadowy wind starting to collect around his maw as he rears back. Then abruptly snaps his head forward, maw opening to send a massive spiral of shadowy aeither blasting in front of him. "DARK MACH VORTEX!" It screams forth much like a horizontal tornado aimed to rip through the alien ranks as far as possible so the forces that can't fly can get closer to the approaching monster!
Yuuki Konno	Yuuki sets down, none too soon. Her starry-black wings flicker and fade as she touches the ground, nonetheless landing almost delicately. She's no less fierce or fast on the ground however. Her sword still raised, she peers at the battlefield from her new vantage. Hmmm. Maybe SHE should ride on the back of a giant wolf! Then again, she didn't roll a Cait Sith. "You do what you have to, Ojiisan!" Yuuki calls out to Karian. He's not alone of course, but she's not as familiar with the other Space Wolves despite having met them once or twice. "Yuuki will be guarding your flanks!" she insists. And since Yuuki, spoken like that, can mean courage... well, it's a sentiment the Wolves should appreciate. And considering she's about half their height and perhaps a tenth their mass, it should be little trouble for her to slip in and out of the line of battle, around the sides of the Wolves or even between their legs from time to time, her sword striking seemingly from everywhere at once. The little Imp IS seemingly everywhere, ranging up and down the line of Space Wolves. As small as she is compared to them, the Tyranids would have a hard time noticing her before her blade lances their hides. No sooner does she strike than she fades away, darting behind living cover, only to appear from another spot or to strike another target. Yuuki seems utterly thrilled, for anyone close enough to see her. She's clearly enjoying the bug hunt. She pauses only when she hears the roar, and the explanation. "Carnifex?" she asks, then shrugs, pausing only to skewer an opponent's limb where chitinous armor doesn't cover. "Now THAT sounds like a boss fight. Lead the way, Ojiisan!" she calls.
Zwei	/Is he serious? They haven't evacuated the city yet? Or is he really attached to the stupid buildings that much? That's so annoying./ //But in the end, irrelevant. Civilians will not be fired upon.// /Yeah I have enough targets as is I guess./ //More to shoot.// "Confirmed. Remove the civilian population as expeditiously as possible. Engaging danger close battle manoeuvres." And yet what passes for 'danger close' is completely ridiculous by just about any standard. The air seethes around Asche, the dust swirling and condensing to him as it is drawn in by the howling vacuum, condensing around his hands, forearms, shoulders and back, and yet taking on that matte black hue that swiftly glosses over with a glassy sheen. Pulses of red light travel along a directed spiderweb of esoteric, circuit-like paths, condensing at the endpoints of massive pieces of hardware outright attached to multiple hidden hardpoints. His shoulder guards fold open. The wrists of each arm split wide. The shoulder additions swivel to the fore. The back units open up triple stacked rows of apertures. The multi-ton arm etensions whine to life. His boosters flare to life. All at once, the torrent let go. Asche's silhouette is cast into stark relief and his shadow thrown back all the way to the imperial lines as the space in front of him explodes into searing white light and the space behind him is bathed in blue fire as he explodes forward, straight into the enemy lines at a shallow ascent just enough to take him over them. The PDWs in both arms chatter in twin-linked tandem with the crackling shriek of the arm-attached auto-cannons going off, shoulder mounted saturation guns blazing away at the same time to make six simultaneous streams of fire spread out over four vectors. Bolts of colourless light streak down from above in a blinding starfall of relativistic destruction, sub-luminal raiser fire pounding the earth at thousands of rounds per second. Infinite-inertia 'hard light' slugs rip through everything in their path with flawless, computer guided accuracy that threads several targets to gun down with each and every shot of the automatic fusillade, with the heavier shots decohering into catastrophic explosions of pure radiation hot enough to atomize just about anything for hundreds of meters. The back launches fire out a screaming volley of jet black arrows, swerving through the air as guided missiles and splintering into the swarm as miniature cluster munitions that carpet the ground in rippling waves of fusion detonations. Even the point defense lasers tear away, the invisible beams raking through any targets the other weapons aren't engaging when they aren't shooting down return fire. All weapons fire independently and at separate targets, efficiently spreading their firepower out over the widest possible area with the greatest possible accuracy. The Armiger himself manoeuvres at an absurd clip, zigzagging back and forth to the point of being nauseating to watch. Anyone can tell that this is /exactly/ what Asche is designed for. The entire purpose of his considerable abilities, to which all of his hardware and software has been tooled for. It's basically never that a huge army shows up in the Multiverse and everyone wants it unconditionally dead, but Zwei has been eager to find the excuse to test this for some time. They may not be a planet scouring super missile, but they are, for all intents and purposes, a living relic from the Dark Age of Technology meant for the same purpose, just one that takes a little time to work.
Alden	Alden manages another shot, albeit smaller in diameter, before the weapon disipates into voxels, "That was not a smart idea." he grumbles, panting from the effort. He flicks his ears and flattens them as he hears the roar of the gigantic bug, "You got to be kidding me..." he mumbles. He considered his options for a second, before reaching for another card, which was a bit small in his oversized paw. "Digi modify Devil chip." he says softly. As soon as he finishes saying that, a dark purple aura appears around him, and his eyes seem to cloud slightly, attention turning to the largest target, the source of the roar. He runs towards teh horde of bugs, fangs bared and snarling "Out of the way darn bugs!... Kaiser nail!", seeming slightly out of his mind, claws glowing a bright crimson and he slashes the air in front of him, creating an X shaped energy projectile that launches forward. The projectile basically slashes through the bugs, carving a path that he follows, heading towards the Carnifex.
Karian Icefang	Karian ducks under a pair of scythes sent for him, and shoulder flips a 'nid into the waiting sword of one of his wolfguard. "Jarl...we are hardly making a dent...why do you not order the exterminatus?" One wolfguard asks, while skewering another nid. "Because these people deserve to life, Bjorg. We are not in the imperium anymore...we are not alone against this horde. If we make a strike here, and take our stand now with these allies...we can beat the tyranids. We can defeat Chaos. We can make the Allfather and our Primarch proud." Bjorg considers for a moment, and nods. "Aye, Jarl. May you be right, and if not...May we meet again by the Allfather's side." Karian nods to his wolfguard, and then looks to yuuki. He whistles loudly, and a familiar thunderwolf seemingly leaps from the ether to pounce on top of a warrior, tearing it's throat out. Karian mounts up onto Ygdril, and offers his hand to Yuuki. Trusting her to take it and climb on, the wolf lord and his old companion take off for the carnifex. Looking over, he see's Lunara's Treants smashing down gaunt after gaunt, and her spears piercing into larger warriors and pinning them down, and a plan hatches. "Can you root the carnifex in place or pull it down?" He shouts to her, aiming to bind it in place for a massive assault. Maaka's shell and treds strike true, as does the convey behind her. Likely, a tech priest is watching and screaming about how the treads are now covered in nid juices. The tank shells cut into it, eliciting a roar of anger from it and earning it's attention. But the rest of the convoy fires off their own bolters and a few main cannon shots. Gaonoir's tornado effectively clears the way for the trio of wolf and imp. "Use your strength and shatter it's chitin plating! Give our tanks a firing vector!" He shouts to Gaonoir, his strategy to root and dismantle the carnifex's armor. Zwei's insane amount of weaponry causes that same tech priest to fall to his knee's, weeping in absolute awe and joy, praising the omnissiah for letting him see such a pure expression of his divine fury. This also factors into Karian's thinking. "New priority Target. Hit the carnifex after the tank shells. Punch through it!" He calls the Zwei, and Alden's projectile further slices down tyranids. Their efforts were actually doing it. They were actually damaging the horde. They were actually WOUNDING the Tyranids! The very air seethed with hatred and anger, so much so that the zoanthropes exposed brains bursted and popped. Any psychic could feel that the hive mind was angry and perhaps a bit scared. Never had any one force done so much damage, cost it so much biomass. It began to wonder if it could even replace the wounds. The Carnifex bellowed out, torn between bolter fire, projectile fire, and the anger of the hive mind. It stomped forward, despite seeing it's allies fall. If it could just reach the city...
Alexis Maaka	That Tech Priest will either love what comes next, or shriek more about how such a mesh of tissue and technology can still adopt a human appearance. Then again, Maaka's equipment and her body-mods are technology lost to time by the Imperium's standards, possibly forever so. She could care less, considering her more pressing needs. As the tank draws closer to the Carnifex, Maaka has a crewman take over the Heavy Bolter again while she produces a rocket launcher from her matter manipulator's inventory. Normally she'd consider having a recoilless rifle to be overkill for her specialities, but right now raw firepower is all she needs. Taking aim at the massive Tyranid, Maaka fires off rocket after rocket while the tank fires once again, trying to wear the Carnifex's defenses to their breaking point until someone can finish it off or it keels over from all the abuse.
Zephyr Windstar	<RESTRICT LOCK! STRUGGLE CAGE!> chimes a familiar voice from somewhere in the writhing mass of the Tyranid swarm. The Carnifex, is then suddenly surrounded by a great purple ring of mana, which shoots tethering lashes of mana which stab into its flesh, seeking to drain out its energy and dissipate it into the aether. A moment later, and the Mage explodes out of a pile of Gaunts, scattering them in ragged chunks. <STUN MODE HAS BEEN CANCELLED.> "Kid gloves are off now... GEAR SECOND!" <GEAR SECOND. MISTRAL STORM STRIKE MODE!> A third Bit joins the other two, and the trio form up around the head of Zephyr's axe as she charges in at the Carnifex. "Strike true... MISTRAL CUTTER!" As the others fire ranged weapons, Zephyr aims to make a single pass, hugging the ground with her axe trailing a line of purple mana behind her path. She's aiming to hamstring the monster, slashing at its legs to slow it down so the others can get a clearer shot, and also aid in other attempts at slowing the beast down. It doesn't hurt that she's not taking pains to avoid other enemies, slicing them in half if they don't evade her path. She doesn't stay close to the monster either, making that single pass then carrying on, pulling into the air and getting clear of the melee fighters on the ground, while turning to bring her Device to bear again... should more firepower be needed to finish off the Carnifex.
Gaonoir	This wasn't the army he usually faught with, but Gaonoir could respect their bravery and determination all the same, and Karian was already proving to be an apt leader. Which is why he doesn't object when the Space Wolf commander barks an order at him as if was one of his soldiers. If anything, that sort of cohesion was crutial to victory, so he just gives a quick salute with one gauntlet before re-engaging his jet boosters and launching for the sky. As he arcs up over the hordes Gaonoir turns his gaze, and his targetting sensors, towards the Carnifex. Tanks and cannons firing into it, beating away at it's gritty exterior. Impact points are recorded, and in split seconds of calculating Gaonoir picks a point centralized to several of the strikes to take the most advantage of weakening in its shell. He pulls up in the air briefly, hovering as he locks in on that point and clenches his massive mechanical gauntlets. Swirls of midnight blue and purple start to congeal around them as he taps into the Dark Digitron's power to give himself some extra strength. Then jets scream to life and he rockets back towards the fight, pushing everything he can spare into gaining speed. A screaming downward charge that for an actual aircraft would be suicidal, hitting terminal velocity within a matter of seconds thanks to his phenominal speed. And just as he's closing in Gaonoir winds back with one massive metal, digitron energized fist... ""Knuuckle... CRUSHAAAAAH!" ... and puts all that momentum into a massive haymaker at the Carnifex's artillery battered shell!
Lunara	Lunara looks up to Karian as she hears his voice and surmises he is talking to her. She nods at the question, though looks a bit unsure. "Never quite dealt with anything this big before, but I'll give it my best shot. I'll need some time to focus, cover me!" She requests as she comes to a stop for a moment, channeling as much of her power as she can muster into a single spell. Suddenly thick roots erupt out of the ground beneath the Carnifex and begin to grow around it's legs, eventually making it halfway up it's body and holding fast, keeping the monstrous tyranid locked in place. Her father Cenarius would be proud. With the spell finished, Lunara takes the opportunity to go on the offensive again. She runs between the Carnifex's legs and tosses several spears at it's underside, hoping that she wasn't wrong to assume it's belly was less armored. Either way, after she makes her attack she quickly gets the heck out of the way so she isn't caught in the line of fire as everyone else attacks the beast.
Yuuki Konno	Yuuki looks up at Karian, apparently a bit surprised or concerned over being offered a ride. Then she grins, red eyes sparkling. She locks hands with Karian, allowing him to pull her up. She doesn't need to be a Cait Sith to ride with a Space Wolf, it would seem! "Wow. That really IS a boss monster." Yuuki says, more or less to herself, as the Carnifex comes into view. She studies it. There's little she could do to its armor even if she were to use Mother's Rosario. Her blade, even with the magic of an Elemental Attack behind it, isn't something that compares favorably to tank shells. If she were to fly to one of the spots being battered by tank shells and Space Wolves and magic, well... that carries its own risks. Friendly fire isn't. No, she has another possible target in mind. One that carries its own benefits as well as risks. Once again relying on speed and on her relative insignificance as a threat, Yuuki takes off. "Thanks for the ride!" she cries out to Karian, her wings re-forming midleap. With a thought she angles the wings sharply, streaking off towards the Carnifex. Once there she pulls up sharply, her wings spreading out once again. There. There's her target. Yuuki sweeps down, bringing her sword ready parallel to the ground, all but resting on her shoulder. The blade begins to glow a dusky violet, a slightly different shade from Zephyr's, but she uses it to much the same purpose. Bringing the blade forward, across, back, across again, she carves a horizontal square into the back of the Carnifex's knee., one that explodes with dark magic as well as the cutting edge of her dusky blade.
Alden	Alden claws his way to the huge monster, pushing and tearing through any darn bugs that get on his way, his gaze fixated on the target of so many of those attacks. While everyone focuses on destroying the armor, the werewolf digimon tries to buy time, or at least slow down the monster, even as the large roots try to wrap on the leg. He runs around to the side, and jumps impossibly high, aiming to the back of the left leg of the Carnifex! The purple aura around him glows more strongly, his body starting to turn forward as if doing a somersault, his leg glowing brightly as he lands a powerful downwards kick to the back of the left knee, not paying attention to any armor still on the spot, "Engetsugeri!". Hitting the thing darn hard, trying to bring the beast to the ground.
Zwei	Asche's reactor blazes at full capacity, channelling a completely disgusting wattage through thousands of kerr lensing conduits and white body circuits, never slowing, never ceasing, never pausing to reload, never stopping to cool down. Sublimated hydrogen vents from weapon ports in intermittent plumes of plasma as the Transience Drive fabricates more to replace it, filling in the next wave of missiles again and again. The earth here won't be arable for centuries at this rate, but the smouldering carpet of corpses blossoming out under Asche's forward charge seems worth the trade. Karian barks the order, and Zwei doesn't really see the significance. It has no ability to discern the presence of the Warp, or various other psychic sensations, but the strange brainwaves of the carnifex are fair game, and so it decides to momentarily trust the local. A brief warning goes to Maaka over the radio channels, before Asche banks, accelerates, and swoops low. The shadow passes over her at the top of the tank, and then her stomach lurches as the war machine completely leaves the ground, the wind whipping in her face as massive 3D0KCNT arms crunch to its sides and simply lift the entire vehicle up by force. The shoulder and forearms guns simply explosively purge, the high-technology weaponry as worthless as a spent magazine to Zwei. The pauldrons collapse back in, and then used as anchor points for the mobile artillery gun suddenly perches on Asche's back, red spirals running up the physical shell loaded into its rail aperture. The closer the tank gets, the quicker its shells get there, and the faster Asche goes, the more its shells accelerate from additive momentum, until basically everything Alexis and her commandeered crew fire is moving at hypervelocity. As ordered, just at the point where they'd be about to crash into the towering monster, Asche fires with an explosion of electricity, and then peels off like a fighter jet, launching his shell on the tail end of the last rocket Alexis fires, impacting just a split second later, and then immediately shattering to release the micro-singularity inside, collapsing into a maelstrom of Hawking radiation in whatever gap in the beast's armour she can make.
Karian Icefang	Like the other melee fighters, Karian has his power sword drawn and crackling with life. "Ride, my old friend...get me close." He whispers to the wolf. As Yuuki flies off, another nod follows. He knew enough to trust her judgement, even going as far as to imagine her already as one of the sons of Russ. His blade at the ready, he strikes for the opposite leg of Zephyr, hamstringing the mighty Carnifex. The monster howls in rage as it feels the blades raining down, Yuuki's impact dropping it down, Alden's kick further hampers it's left knee, and Lunara's spears disabling the opposite knee. The roots from Lunara wrap it's legs in place, keeping it knelt down. Howling frantically, it swings it's massive scythes at the roots, trying desperately to get free. Gaonoir's impact cracks it's chitin shell, and has the bonus of making it reel up. This in turn exposes it to Maaka's rockets and more of the tank convoy's barrage. Aldens projectile strikes hard, fully exposing the now open wound. The Carnifex, even in it's primal state, knew it was not looking good. At this point, the horde stops it's combat and does something amasing. Something that this planet would tell tales of for as long as they lived. The Horde began to retreat. Much of the biomass from the dead would be recovered, but even so, the tyranid hive mind had been horribly humiliated. The civilians in the city nearby, even the guardsman who was now awaiting summary execution for cowardice in the face of the enemy, watched on. Zwei fired the final nail in the coffin, so to speak, to the carnifex. A bellow from the carnifex emerges, but soon it simply dies out. The beast flops down, seemingly curling up into a ball. Then suddenly, it explodes in a shower of gas and some bits. The Carnifex was dead, the horde defeated, the city saved. Even some distance away, the cheers and shouts of pure elation and joy, prayers of thanks to the Emperor of Man, and the hailing of the heroes could be heard. "Looks like you were right, Jarl. I've never been happier to be wrong." Bjorg says over the vox, which gets a chuckle from Karian. "To be honest, Bjorg? I wasn't sure that would work. I just took a chance, and hoped."
Zephyr Windstar	Zephyr, noting the firepower leveled on the Carnifex, turns her attention to the fleeing Tyranid. <SHIFT TO BOMBARDMENT MODE.> states Divine Wind, as it spools up for another big beam. <STORM RING HAS STARTED REVOLVING. READY TO FIRE.> The three Bits orbit the head of the Device, as once again, it gathers energy into the gemstone, blade split into 'vanes' that spin around the gem. Great green 'wings' stabilize her position, and with a roar of, "FIRE!", the hellstorm of purple magic lashes out, burning away any unfortunate Tyranid to not be quite fast enough to get out of her effective range. "AND STAY OUT!"
Gaonoir	You don't hit a target with that much speed and force without suffering some recoil, even with the way Digimon attacks usually have some manner of warping standard physics in their favor. Gaonoir hits the ground on his feet, bionic heels digging in to brace the impact as he skids backwards a bit. These beings don't seem like the sort that would just leave, so he's still winding up for another attack even as the horde starts to back off. And then the Carnifex explodes. It's mostly gas and biomatter, but the indescript gore is still rather nasty to being in close proximity to when it's being spewed all over the place. Gaonoir lets out a disgusted growl afterwards, grabbing an end of his bomber scarf and using that to wipe muck off his visor. "Well then." He tosses the scarf back over his shoulder afterwards. "I guess you could say they got Carnifex'ed up."
Alexis Maaka	The minute Zwei does this thing, Maaka stores her rocket launcher and proceeds to slip into the tank for cover. Her boots plant on the bottom of the interior, paramagnetics keeping her steady while the rest of the crew cling to their seats for dear life. The tank shakes and rumbles from the massive storm. Their ordinance proceeds to go at hypervelocity as well, and the crewmen are left awestruck as they watch their rounds obliterate that Carinfex. "Dear Emperor..." One breathes after a pregnant pause, beside himself with what he's seen. Maaka meanwhile? She's just sitting calmly in the commander's chair, rattled but otherwise accustomed to the crazy stuff Zwei is capable of. "Welcome to physics 101, boys." She says, before she tilts her head at the sight of retreating 'nids. Now it's her turn to be confused, as she watches the routed creatures beat a retreat for what has to be the first time in ages. "...th-that's new..." She echoes the sentiments of the others, and they stare until realizing that holy shit they won. They made the 'nids retreat. Their cheers are loud enough to echo outside the tank, and the tank crew celebrate the whole back back towards their comrades, Maaka equally jubuliant as she directs the tank towards Karian and his Space Wolves. "HELL YEAH! Who's up for pints and dinner, gents? I'm buying!" She grins, her helmet unfolding to reveal a relieved and satisfied redhead as she and the tank crew climb out at last. These men have earned some serious R&R, given what they did today.
Alden	The weregarurumon growls as he lands from his jump, the leg he used to kick the Carnifex giving, causing him to kneel for a moment. At the same time, the purple effect around him dissipates, revealing that whatever it did, it sucked a lot out of the digimon, his fur matted down, scraped and worn down, breathing heavily. "My everything hurts." he grumbles, managing to turn around and watch the retreating bugs, before his form seem to shatter, revealing the gabumon again. He still shows scrapes, scuff marks, and other signs of being worn down, simply watching the retreating enemy. He finally bothers to look back at Gaonoir, smiling softly, "That was awesome." he says loudly.
Lunara	Lunara is distracted from the conflict for a moment as she sees the Tryanids go into full retreat. "Guess we've won the day then..." That's about when the Carnifex explodes and showers her in it's guts, leaving the dryad to blink a bit. "Well, that'll teach me to get distracted... not that I could likely have gotten far enough away to avoid getting covered in this muck... Well now I need a bath, or maybe a shower under a nice waterfall." She says as she begins to try and wipe away the guts from her face and wring as much of it as she could from her vine-like hair.
Karian Icefang	At this moment, Maaka may regret what she offered. About half of the nearby Space Wolves raise their hand for dinner and drinks, including Karian himself. "Aye! Something like this needs a good feast! Ale for Everyone!" He shouts, getting a few howls of agreement. And somewhere, a buffet owner just got a cold chill. His wife looked over and asked "Are you ok?" To which he said "No...I just felt something....like my food bill crying out in pain."
Zwei	Zwei's had plenty of time to express its mild confusion at seeing the textbook all-devouring swarm actually /retreat/, and then discuss the potentiality and characteristic hivemind over the proper radio channels. There's no sense in going through the effort to pursue them all if nobody else is, and so Asche brakes hard enough to make the tank's chassis creak, and then slowly touches down, dropping it the last few feet with a rumbling bounce of the suspension. "I will decline for obvious reasons, but I am pleased to see that you all have survived. I am certain the larger campaign will continue this in another place and time, but for now I will begrudge no manner of relaxation."
Gaonoir	With the horde clearly retreating and not planning some sort of double-back strike, Gaonoir turns his attention over to the other digimon. Just as Alden derezzes back into his lower stage. "Huh." It's a been a long time since he's had to worry about shifting back unless he wants to. Or -really- gets hurt. All the same, he does give Alden a thumbs-up with one large metal paw, before trotting after the others. He'll pester the other digimon about how he did that cannon thing later. "Finally! Soldiers that actually know how to celebrate a victory!" Most of the Royal Knights just go back to planning new battles afterwards, so this is a wonderful change of pace.
Alden	Alden spends a few moments getting back up, and smiles at the thumbs up, making his way with the rest as well, making a face as he likely has to wade around carnifex leftovers. He does not evny whoever has to clean this.
Karian Icefang	Karian smirks softly. "On second thought...I think we'd be better served in the Fang.....save your wallet, Maaka." He says. He removes his helmet and gives everyone a nod. "Thunderhawk to this position. We may have guests."