Island Resort ~The RP~

[Xx_Raziel-Phoenix_xX]

He had a fair challenge dodging the battery fire from the flagship, but it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. After a few minutes of nimble flight, he landed on the main deck of the flagship, with the control deck ahead of him. He took his time walking towards it, dragging his blade across the deck as it ripped through the metallic alloy like paper.

It was a shame he had to bring in the commander alive.  

[ByakoAssailant]

(I will reply to the events in order.)

One of the gunships took heavy damage to its hull forcing them to land. To avoid the blasts they set down in the waters a distance away effectively out of the fight.

Being a prison ship however, the craft lacked any firearms.
Once the angel was identified heavy fire was concentrated on him as they attempted to reestablish control of the prison ship, prepared to destroy it if necessary.

In confusion the bombardment of the island ceased as everything was concentrated on these aerial threats that were making themselves known within the Jarian airspace. Even as a ship was lost the others continued there attack without pause.
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Upon the flagships bridge reports were coming in from across the fleet.

"Sir! we are losing ground troops en route to the grounded vessels and several ships have been taking down!"

"Sir! intruders reported on the flag ship!"

The leader of the invading forces decided that he was losing more than victory was worth.

"PREPARE THE LAND EATER!"
Energy coursed through the ship as a powerful attack was charged. It was a type of weapon that destroyed masses of land in an instant.
Guards armed with lazer rifles moved through the ship in search of the intruders as the weapon was prepared.  

[cheeta-katt]

It was a miracle. It was a miracle that Dustin was still alive.
Apparently the top room wasn’t the room the “bossman” alien was located; either it used to be and had long since been evacuated, or it was put there simply for the purpose of distracting intruders. Either way, it was filled with several dozen guards, one of which who had his ugly a** in the comfy chair and was making a mockery of their leader. The others laughed at him and his hilarious impersonation—that is, until Dustin made his surprise entrance.
There was silence. Dustin had the gun outstretched, and the aliens looked like a bunch of fools in helmets playing a fun game of dress-up. However, the silence did not last long.
Dustin laughed. Outright. Then he blew the snot out of them.
He did not wait to see if the various explosions created by the Powerbreak had done the amount of carnage Dustin expected from it. Instead, he made haste for the elevator in the back of the room. Instantly he came into contact with a bizarre set of engravings and was reminded that, heck, he was on an alien flagship. Why an alien race would speak in the English language was beyond him.
Thankfully, Dustin had a plan. He carefully set the Powerbreak by his feet and kneeled, tracing his fingers gently along the engravings. He closed his eyes, taking in the different etchings in each pattern. His mind raced, comparing this language to those that he knew; near instantly Dustin was able to distinguish specific figures, separating each rune and analyzing it in his mind.
Oddly enough they bore semblance to bugs. Dustin cocked his head, thinking harder. There was some connection here, one that he’d seen before many times in his youth…
Ah-HA! Egyptian hieroglyphs! Dustin grinned, ear to ear—instantaneously he cracked the language wide open. Certainly there would be some discrepancy in specific translation, but for now this would do. Finding what looked like the correct button, Dustin depressed it and leaped inside the elevator. He wasn’t sure how far he’d gone before the doors opened again.

((Eh...I wasn't sure to what degree I could control the alien soldiers, if at all, so if I powerplayed then I'll change my post. I kinda figured I ended up in the wrong room since the alien leader didn't do anything in reaction to somebody exploding through the window into his private quarters. xDD ))  

[aeris192]

Chase landed on the flagship as well, visable once he touched the smooth surface and looked around. His heart was beating at a furious rate from adrenaline, fear of doing something wrong or getting in trouble, or a combination of both.
He glanced over to see Raziel make his way around the flagship deck. It seemed the other would be fine after all. Chase almost cursed for feeling worried and following. What a stupid prospect!
However his anger subsided as he heard gunfire nearby and some cries. Curious, he made his way into the flagship (blasting an entry open which made him flinch) through the nearest window. He winced as he found himself in a room full of carnage of previous guards and whatever used to be here. Who could have done this? His attention went to the elevator which was blinking indicating it was currently in use.
Chase scowled and looked around the room for another way to get around the ship. Stairs? Air duct-looking thing? Or back out the window?
He decided window, jumping back out and donning the invisibility spell in case someone was after him.  

[supremeviva]

Viva looks around calmy as the last of the guards are overwhelamed by the Jarian/Ancient forces. His eyes drift up to the sky. The air was filled with Aerial drones buzzing around the fleet vaporizing gun turrents and intercepting missles lauched towards Justice. Suddenly a powerful enegery spike from the flagship gets his attention. He reaches towards his neck and touches the starbust pendant hanging around his neck. Liquid mercury looking metal crawls up his neck and gathers around his eye before solidifying into a eyescreen. He quickly analized the information the screen was telling him about the spike. He quickly perfroms a few mental calculations and realizes the danger.

"s**t!"

*All forces neutralize that flagship at once! It prepareing a Class-4 energy blast! That will whipe out the island.*

Viva quickly begins to set up a counter in case the teams were unable to stop the flagship in time. He quickly racks is brain for a spell that could counter that powerful of a blast. Unfourntly he was very good at defensive spells. A idea suddenly pops into his mind and he quickly begins to prepare. He begins a extreme rate of hemotosis producing vast quanity of blood. He teleports then to the waters edge and pulls out his dagger. He tilts his head up and slices his own throat spraying out large quanitys of blood in the water. The water around the island soon becomes a dark crimson stained with his blood.

He sheathes his dagger and the wound seals closed. He teleports back to the center of the island. He closes his eyes and focuses. This wasn't a technique he had much pratice with. He his eyes open and burn white.

"Aires Draco, Aquat Draco; Cardo Aqu'ir!"

The ocean around the island begins to get rough as large dark ominus clouds being to gather overhead. The metallic smell of blood and sea water permates the island. The clouds overhead turn from a dark grey to dark crimsion. Then the rain comes. drops of blood pour form the skies soaking the island as the first step becomes complete.  

[justice_prime]

The dropship reeled as a blue furry form dropped into a free fall. Once the Kitling was clear in decent the aircraft launched forward taking a critical hit from a missile, but continued moving. It did not have enough steam for going home, but did not need any. the remaining bots on board attempted to pilot the severely wounded craft. They managed to kamikaze directly into the side of the flagship. With the dropship went up the unused rockets, fuel, and ammunition.

Whilst free falling Justice's eyes flickered with jade flames. The fall slowed as the altitude lowered. eventually the Kit came to a gentle stop at the ground. From there the kit turned to his Klien form. The armor flittered for a second with jade light, then archs of St. Elmo's fire bathed his aura. In a single bound the Klien warrior gained at least eight feet of ground, thus starting his sprint to the slave ship to get it off the ground.  

[cheeta-katt]

Ding.
Dustin impatiently tapped his foot on the metal floor of the elevator. He felt rather disappointed; perhaps it was just something about how the elevators on an imperial alien flagship had hideous paint-jobs, flickering fluorescent lights, the infernal “dinging” sound with the passing of each floor, and, worst of all, that stupid elevator music humming pleasantly in the background. Although it was reassuring that even the most advanced of civilizations still made not using the stairs as unpleasant as possible.
Finally, the destination was reached. The doors slid open seamlessly with one final annoying ping!, and Dustin found himself not in the place he had intended.
He walked off the platform and into the stuffy room. Windows lined the back wall, as they did with the rest of the rooms Dustin had so far encountered, but this was more of a broom closet than the main control platform. Perhaps those minor translation errors were a bit less minor than he had first envisioned…
Nevertheless, as he began looking around he noticed something strange running along the right-hand side. It lay exactly parallel to the longitudinal corners, appearing without pause through the floor where it later disappeared into the ceiling; a long tube, filled with some sort of purple-green mixture, the device itself was about twice as big around as Dustin was. He imagined that it most likely ran all the way up the sides of the ship, transferring this energy to all parts.
And yet, for something so out-of-place, wouldn’t he have noticed it earlier on the upper floor? Dustin pondered; perhaps…unless, for some reason, it was not in use at the time of his entrance?
Static filled his ears, making them ring painfully in protest. Dustin swiveled around to face an intercom nestled someplace in the top corner.
”…Land Eater, 50% and charging…”
“Land Eater”? An uncomfortable feeling made its way up Dustin’s spine. His eyes slowly made their way from the intercom to the pipe of energy as his brain made the connection…
BANG!!
The entre ship shook, tremors sending everything into disarray. Dustin was knocked off his feet, as was everything else in this closet-like space; he was just barely able to roll out of the way of a falling set of shelves. Jars of chemicals shattered within, spilling onto the metal floors, burning its surface of bursting into flame upon contact with the air. The windows imploded—Dustin threw his arms in front of his face, and glass flakes shredded his exposed skin. He winced with pain; however, these cuts were minor, by no means fatal.
As Dustin shakily made his way to his feet, he could feel the entire ship shuddering. Something had most definitely collided with them, causing substantial damage. And yet, as Dustin inspected the pipes, they were running without pause. The object had not injured this “land eater”.
Dustin decided to do that for them. He raised the Powerbreak onto his shoulder, holding down the trigger for several seconds before letting the concentrated blast go.
Red, pulsating, liquefied and superheated energy ripped through the air in an explosion much too large for the gun that produced it. From the opposite end came a flourish of steam—recoil, it would appear to be; the burst rammed the pipeline, not only rupturing it, but also melting the material around it as well. Energy poured in a gassy haze from the crack, first collecting on the ceiling before escaping through the broken windows. Red emergency lights flashed on the ceiling and in the hallway to Dustin’s left. The power appeared to go out.

…”The straw that broke the camel’s back”, as Clay would say.  

[ByakoAssailant]

"Sir we have taken damage! One of the enemies crashed into the ship and the land eater was stopped!"

"Switching to secondary battery."
"Land Eater will be ready to fire again in a few minutes!"

The leader gestured to his men. "Order the troops to concentrate on protecting the bridge and the secondary battery. Call upon the remaining fleet and have them reinforce us!"

The secondary battery, a power source only to be used in extreme emergencies was being powered up. It could only be used once before being made inoperable but the situation called for it.

In orbit over Byako a number of ships began to come down, there target being the island airspace. Nearly a third the size of the fleet already present and one of the ships happened to also be equipped with a land eater.
The reinforcements would turn the tide of the battle.  

[Sou Jara]

Lutia had walked through the Jarian door some time ago headed for the field of battle but her location was unknown. However no sooner did the leader of the Alien fleet give his orders that a message came in from the space faring vessels.

Many of the ships were already disabled by an unknown force who was cutting contact from the fleet one ship at a time.

Lutia, having read Records report concerning this second fleet had herself transported aboard and began taking care of the ships crew one man at a time, leaving them unable to continue on but alive and the ships intact then moving to the next vessel.

It was a slow process but with Lutia's weakness with piloting it was the safer course.

Lutia was now beginning her work on the second land eater vessel. Having boarded it and began her assault.  

[cheeta-katt]

The intercoms buzzed again as Dustin began plucking glass from his arms.
”…Secondary Battery, 30% and charging…”
He cursed loudly. Of course they had backup! Dustin looked around frantically, and suddenly he noticed the hallway to his right. There was a glossy poster framed on the wall next to the elevator. It looked kind of like a map.
Dustin made his way over briskly, not wanting to waste any time. His spirits fell when he noticed that it was still in that bizarre alien script.
”Come on now, think…”
And so he did. Dustin pondered hard; just how badly had he miss-translated those buttons? What mistake had he made that brought him to the wrong floor?
However, upon trying to read the map, Dustin realized that perhaps he hadn’t messed up at all. From his understanding, the control room was on the other side of the ship—or rather, right down the hall. Blinking, Dustin looked up and noticed a small sign above his head with arrows pointing (mainly) to the right. He deciphered them:

→Control Panel, Room 670
→↑Main Bridge

Figuring that the “up” arrow meant to take a left at the end of the hallway, Dustin made up his mind—but not before hearing something that drained the blood from his face.
Something flew very close past the window. Another something followed soon after. Dustin turned around slowly, faltering as he realized what was going on; the head honcho had called for backup. More spaceships whizzed through the air, firing at the island and anything else that got in their way. There were quite a lot of them. One of them appeared more heavily armed than the others, no doubt there in case the flagship was destroyed.
Dustin gripped the Powerbreak’s trigger a little tighter now. The thought of escaping flitted through his mind, and for a moment he even considered it—but then, with a flip of his messy dark brown hair, he quickly discarded it. He’d come this far…no point turning back now.
He turned around and broke into a run, dashing down the hall as if his life depended on it. Which, ironically, it did.

Dustin hadn’t gone very far before he entered a large, cavernous area, reaching several floors in either direction with empty space. In front of him scrabbled about a dozen alien guards. Just past them was room 670, and the wall that marked where the hallway veered left.
He gritted his teeth, lifting the Powerbreak onto his shoulder. Dustin was still running when he depressed the trigger, firing a similar blast to the one that decimated the primary land eater. Though the decreased recoil was enough to make him stumble, Dustin continued sprinting with little to no pause.

Don’t waste time. Don’t waste time.  

[aeris192]

(( mrgreen ))
Chase made his way into the flagship again through a different entrance. Though it was fully guarded, he managed to slip by the guards as being invisible. But not all invisibility spells were forever, and he found himself being revealed in front of a decently large group of alien guards who were rushing down the hall towards him.
"Well...brilliant"
He cursed under his breath as the guards began yelling about his sudden appearance, pulling out his ribbon whip. But instead of fighting, he used the ribbon to conceal himself and managed to slip by the guards (by jumping over their confused, crouched-and-ready-to-fire selves) and ran having no earthly idea where he was going.
When he turned the corner, he failed to notice someone else coming down the hall at an equally fast paced and collided with the stranger.  

[cheeta-katt]

The guards fell quickly under the Powerbreak’s blast, either throwing them off the sides of the platform and into the abyss, or melting through their armor, leaving them screaming from the Elements’ burning sting. Dustin raced past them, stepping on a few that lay limp on the ground. They twitched erratically under his feet. Not surprisingly, Dustin could not help but let a giddy smile crease his face.
Room 670 was right at the end of the hall to his right; to the left was the main bridge. Dustin put his energy into those last few feet, sprinting at full speed. His chest heaved with the effort. He hadn’t gotten this good of exercise in quite a while.
Dustin was almost there when he heard rapid footsteps. Too late he skidded to a stop—something invisible collided with his side. Dustin, weighing in at a few pounds shy of 110, was consequently thrown quite a ways, smack into the opposing wall. His fall was not helped by the other, who went along with him.
Dustin groaned, feeling the weight of this stranger pressing hard on his back. Wearily he tried to stand, but found that the guest was much too heavy. Dustin flopped back to the floor, feeling dizzy and very peeved.
”Would you…get off me now? Please?” he grumbled, face pressed against the ground. The Powerbreak lay in front of the door to the control room, having been knocked out of his hands.  

[justice_prime]

Justice simply reached the grounded ship ahead of him meeting the gretties there. He seemed helpless in this air fight, as his only aircraft had been used to buy some time. "Let's settle this score..." His eyes glowed and a piece of metal ripped off the side of the ship before him. The archs of jade lightning began to dance over it, the it began to hiss a bit as the plate of metal heated. The charge in it built and built before hitting a top level, at which time through the visor of the Klien warrior's helmet eyes of jade light shone. The plate shot upwards, spinning like a frisbee. Upon impact there was a small explosion of electrical activity. Archs jumped this way and that from the ship to the plate, and the plate fell back to the land absent of a charge.  

[aeris192]

((Hey. Chase weighs almost equally if not more! XD *get shot by Chase who then attempts to move on to Mindy-catt*))

Chase gave a gasp, having the air knocked out of him as he collided with the other, and it almost seemed his entire apprearance changed for a second. But only a second only as Dustin's grumbling brought Chase's senses back to him.
"Oh! My apologies!"
He cried, trying to get up quickly without hurting the stranger with any more force than he already had done. With the way the stranger hadn't blown him to bits yet, Chase assumed that either this was a fellow Jarian or an escapee from the prison?
He frowned, getting another good look at the person before him. It certainly didn't look like this guy just got out from the prison ship. Then...who was he?
Trying to be helpful, Chase walked over to the fallen gun, picked it up, and brought it back to the stranger.
"Uh..I think this is yours..."
He managed to awkwardly mention, trying not to trigger the dangerous-looking weapon.  

[cheeta-katt]

((Blaaarg! *runs in circles*
Oh…uhm, Justice? Did your character put that slab of metal in the flagship or some other alien vessel?))

Dustin gasped, the wind rushing into his compressed lungs as the stranger lifted himself abruptly from his back. Wheezing slightly, he also staggered to his feet, sides heaving.
Carefully he inspected the other. Dustin could not accurately guess his age, but he didn’t look much older than himself. With a raise of a shaggy eyebrow, Dustin also noticed that he was carrying some sort of ribbon. A weapon, perhaps? It was a strange one if it was. But hey, whatever worked.
Recovered, Dustin realized that he’d dropped his gun and lurched for it, only to see that the stranger had already gotten a hold of it. Dustin snarled like a feral cat and raised his oversized fists; he would fight to the death to get the Powerbreak back. However, with a surprised blink, Dustin suddenly grasped that the stranger wasn’t stealing it, but was rather giving it back. He lowered his arms, brushing off a few beads of crimson that formed from the glass shards still engraved in his skin.
Silently he accepted the Powerbreak, snatching it rather rudely from the boy’s hands. He inspected it for damage but found none. Satisfied, Dustin raised the weapon to the guest’s head.
”I thank you kindly for returning my weapon,” Dustin said blandly, his words dripping with cynical humor, ”Now if you would please stay the hell out of my way, I can keep us all from blowing up into a million pieces. Thanks.”
Finished, he turned his attention to more pressing matters.

Room 670 was protected by a single keypad, which, to the average passerby, must’ve looked baffling. To Dustin, however, it was like child’s play. He was cracking these things before he was potty-trained.
Dustin kneeled before the device, reaching into still somewhat soggy cargo pants. Unzipping one of the protected pockets, he smiled as he pulled out his modified cell phone. This would do just fine.
He placed the phone onto the keypad, pressing a button on the side. Two wires extended from below, hooking themselves deep inside the metal plates protecting the hardware that lay within. Instantly the device was hacked; numbers flew across the screen as the cell phone went through every possibility. After what seemed like only a fraction of a second the code was cracked with a small ping! and the flash of a green LED on the keypad. Then the door slid open.
Inside were thousands upon thousands of machines, each arranged along a single rounded platform that spanned the girth of the room. Dustin’s eyes sparkled. He nearly forgot his cell phone in his wonder. Like a kid in a candy store, he skipped inside and immediately tore apart everything in sight, stuffing alien technology in his bottomless pockets with a greedy smile. Red lights began flashing on other sections of the control panel—but that was a good thing! Were they not aiming to utterly destroy the flagship?
Dustin scourged the electronics for several more minutes until he’d plucked out the majority of the circuit boards and funny-looking transistors. Pants brimming with machinery, he returned his attention to the secondary battery.
It was in the back corner of the room, charging rather unstably. From the way it shuddered and smoked, there was no doubt that it was only meant to be used once, if at all. Dustin sighed, again lifting the Powerbreak to his shoulder.
It would have to go, he thought; and he fired, taking out the second of the alien’s energy sources.