Off into the distance, a great form of darkness can be seen flying over the Great Wall. Galvonox the Great Dragon, dubbed "the Death Storm," lands in the city of Tsuminar, ready to begin another day of his chaos. As he crashes down onto the largest building here, he gives a mighty roar and the city is then shrouded in a supernatural darkness. No light other than Galvonox's glowing purple eyes can be shown.
The Storm is upon us... Let the bloodshed begin...
Post by Steinerman on May 31, 2010 13:31:31 GMT -5
"Can you see anything? It's bloody pitch-black out here, boss!"
The woman rolled her eyes, though sure that her commander couldn't see the movement through the darkness that soaked the air. "I asked if you could see anything, I can't."
A ghost of a smile crossed Thomas Saint's handsome lips, "Calm down, doc. I can see just fine." In the darkness the only thing his men could see was the glowing eyes of the dragon. Thomas, on the other hand, could see much more than that with his mechanical eye.
"That's one big lizard." He murmured, more to himself than his men. He shook his head, now wasn't the time to hunt dragons, now was the time to get the job done. "Come on, doc, let's get moving. That Dragon is going to start eating things soon, and our client would rather that his daughter not be on the menu."
The woman he spoke too was a short, red-headed woman dressed in much the same gear as he, the combat uniform of their mercenary unit, The Outcasts. Though where he had a sniper rifle slung over his back and a pistol at his side, she carried medical bags and equipment.
"Well that's just bloody great!" she shouted, "But I can't see a thing, neither can the men. How are we going to find this girl and get her out of here?"
"Leave the seeing to me, doc. That's what the lead lines are for." He replied calmly, referring to the specially-made lines stretching between their entire unit of seven soldiers. He pushed onwards, feeling the tug of the lead lines pulling his men behind. Currently he was the only one who could see what was going on in the city due to his eye. The street they were on was deserted, evacuated most likely. This Dragon apparently had a habit of raiding cities and chomping on unlucky citizens.
But it wasn't his job to kill the Dragon, that was up to the city defense force. It was his job to get to a college near the center of the city and rescue the daughter of their client. Failure wasn't an option, in all his time with them, The Outcasts hadn't once failed a mission, and he wasn't about to let them fail this one either.
Post by The Rising Dragon on May 31, 2010 13:42:54 GMT -5
Air raid sirens were already blaring over the city of Tsuminar, and had been ever since the dragon had been seen entering the city limits. Evacuations quickly began and people began filtering into the specially-made bomb shelters. Dragons didn't often come to the city of Tsuminar--it was practically suicidal for them.
In the local military base, the Stamarian soldiers were already mobilizing. Air force pilots made their way to their fighter craft and boared, where they were taxied onto the runways. One after another, the jets launched, racing down the runway before they pulled up into the sky.
"All units, form up," the lead pilot said, checking his instruments. "Visuals might be out but we've still got radar. Ready your sidewinder missiles, we've got ourselves a dragon to kill!"
The seven-jet squadron banked right and dove, closing in on the Great Dragon as it landed on the building and roared its challenge.
The draconic monster saw jets coming his way. Knowing some of the technology that humans have (to an extent,) he has no doubt that they know his position... but he does know that, because of his darkness, they'll still have a hard time noticing his attacks... with or without the radar.
Making a short, rapid clicking noise with his vocals, the Deathstorm spread its wings fast and kicked off the building to take to the skys as large chunks of the building fell to the streets. He started torwards the jets at an amazing speed, and attempted to crash into one with his almost unbreakable scales. Then he would breathe his darkgreenish black flames onto another, hoping that his disease inducing fire would reach the pilot inside.
Last Edit: May 31, 2010 14:12:41 GMT -5 by InZanety
Post by The Rising Dragon on May 31, 2010 14:20:24 GMT -5
"Looks like he spotted us!" one of the pilots said as Galvonox began his flight.
"All units, fire and disperse!" their leader commanded. Missiles locked onto the incoming dragon and fired, causing seven missiles to cut through the darkness--with Galvonox flight toward them, it'd be hard for him to avoid all of them. As the missiles took off, they all broke formation and pulled away, keeping clear of his physical reach.
"Don't get close to the scaly bastard," the leader said. "Make sure you don't get in front of it."
"Garm Squadron, this is AWACS Sky-Eye," came a voice over the radio. "Mages are in en-route to your location to help dispel the target's magicks, and Blaze Squadron's mobilizing to join you."
Post by Steinerman on May 31, 2010 16:12:56 GMT -5
Closer they moved, Thomas' eye guiding them to their target. In the air above things were happening at a fast pace, the defense forces had mobilized with typical Stamarian efficiency and were carrying out an airstrike against the dragon.
He winced in annoyance as one of the missiles spiraled out of control and hit a nearby tower, raining debris down on the street and his men. A moment later he saw a column of vehicles turn down onto the street. He swore and jerked to the side of the street, the vehicles weren't moving fast, but the fact that the streets were deserted would make he and his men's appearance somewhat unsettling. And he honestly didn't want to get tangled up while he explained to the Stamarian military that yes, he had a license to operate in a warzone.
He hissed for quiet and made sure all of his men were pressed against the walls, with luck the APC's would pass them by and go to kill the dragon.
The Dragon, noticing several missiles coming his way, started to descend to avoid them... and he lucked out. He managed to descend just enough for the missiles to wizz by him, almost grazing his back, and almost hitting his wings. He didn't realize, however, that these things could home in. As soon as he noticed them turning around and coming at him again, he twisted around in mid-air and used his normal Dragon Breath. As he let loose the flames he moved his head so it could hit all the missiles. The missiles exploded once they entered his flames.
After that was done, he noticed APCs entering the city... Lots of people in a smaller area, perfect. The Great Dragon screeched then started after the APCs, attempting to land on 2 or 3 of them and crushing them under his feet and claws.
Post by The Rising Dragon on May 31, 2010 17:01:58 GMT -5
"Look out down there!" Garm-3 shouted over the radio as they saw Galvonox intercept the APCs.
Luckily the drivers managed to spot the incoming Great Dragon in time, and barely managed to swerve out between the creature's legs. As they zoomed beneath him, the gunners in the turrets brought their machine guns around and opened fire at the dragon with armor-piercing rounds, hoping to dent the beast's scales.
"We got an opening, boys!" Garm-1 said over the radio. He and his second banked and flew down into the city, readying their second missiles. They lined up and fired at Galvonox's wings and back, one after the other, before pulling up to break off.
Post by Steinerman on May 31, 2010 18:57:49 GMT -5
Thomas swore again as the dragon suddenly decided that the nearby APC's were an excellent target and dove down towards the street they were on. He heard Doc whisper a prayer as the Dragon came hurtling downwards for the APC's. But fortunately it decided against flaming the street, instead attempting to crush the APC's with its feet.
The vehicles swerved and juked in the street, their turrets tracking and opening fire on the dragon. Thomas kept his back pressed against the hard wall of the building and didn't move, not wishing to attract the attention of the gunners or the Dragon. This entire situation was turning into a mess quite fast.
It was about then that he felt the tug on his shoulder and turned his head to look straight into Doc's grey eyes.
"Well," she questioned softly, just loud enough for him to hear. "Aren't you going to help those men?"
He rolled his eyes at her. It wasn't his job to help those fools in the vehicles, it was his job to rescue some smarmy little college-girl that probably wasn't even in danger. He shook his head in dissent, and then rolled his eye as he saw her expression harden. He'd seen that look before, if he wouldn't do something, then she would. And considering the fact that she didn't actually have a gun and very little skill in harming things...
He growled in annoyance, "Fine, we'll help. But you and the others get into a building. This street is about to get painful."
Doc smiled softly in the gloom, "You're a good man, Thomas." With that, she unclipped her line and quickly led most of the other soldiers to a door, which opened easily enough after one of the soldiers put a bullet through the lock.
After that, it was only Thomas and the squad heavy weapon specialist Isaacs left in the street, watching as the vehicles and dragon did battle. Thomas rolled his eye again and unslung Hellraiser, his personal .50 caliber sniper rifle. He nodded towards the dragon, "Isaacs, you probably can't see much. But that fancy rocket launcher you've got should be able to see it well enough."
The soldier nodded, "Aye sir, I can see the lizard."
Thomas grinned, "Right, let's see if we can give a little help to these beleaguered Stamarian Lads."
With that he raised "Hellraiser, sighted in on the flying Dragon's head, (no easy task, but possible due to his skill and his eye) and pulled the trigger. The anti-material round most likely wouldn't puncture the Dragon's scales, but it was a powerful bullet and hopefully would annoy the creature. There was a hiss and a whoosh as the young soldier hefted the one-shot, lightweight-rocketlauncher and pulled the trigger, sending the armor-piercing round up towards the Dragon's wings.
(I'm gonna be a tiny bit of a god-moder here. But its a good idea to let the soldiers know what their dealing with... Its nothing major.)
As more missiles were fired, the dragon pulled the same routine... he flared his breath at the incoming explosives. The bullets from the gunners around the dragon had little effect on him... As a matter of fact, as the bullets hit the dragon's scales, the bullets were getting dented and ricocheted in random directions. A sniper bullet DID manage to hit the Dragon in his eye... and another hit a gunner through his throat and to his upper part of his spine because of the ricocheting bullets.
The Deathstorm shrieked and whipped his tail at the APCs as the bullet entered his eye, and a rocket hit one of his wings showering a few soldiers with dragonblood... but once he noticed that death was in the air from the dead soldier, something odd and sinister happened. A green flowing energy called Necrosis was drawn out of the soldier, and the Great Dragon absorbed it into his chest. While this was happening, the wing that was hit by one of the rockets regenerated the wound.
Thomas got a little more than he bargained for when he hit the dragon in the eye... Galvonox wasn't just annoyed, he was pissed!
Swiping at a few APCs to get them out of the way, Galvonox started for Thomas and his colleague, cornering them at the building. He then let loose a few fumes of his diseased flames through his nostrils... trying to doom them to a slow death.
If they were to breathe this in, and/or get burned by it... the supernatural sickness they'll get will doom them to die in a matter of weeks without holy magic to cure them.
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Thomas swore profusely as the Dragon bore down on them, healing itself with some vile magic on the way down. He pulled the trigger on Hellraiser again, sending another round towards the creature's head. He then shoved his subordinate to the side and started propelling both of them along the building wall, feeling the hot burn of the fumes on his back.
It was around this time that the second rocket leapt from the building where his men had taken shelter, this one wasn't nearly as accurate, but still appeared as though it would hit near the tail of the Dragon unless it was avoided.
Thomas smiled grimly, spinning and putting another bullet on a collusion course with the Dragon's eye. Sincerely hoping that what he and his man had done was enough time for the City defense forces to bring to bear something powerful enough to kill it with.
Post by The Rising Dragon on Jun 1, 2010 14:42:29 GMT -5
(OOC: Still, god-moding isn't allowed, so don't do it again, please.)
"Damn! Lost Averson back there!" said one of the APC drivers over the radio waves. "All units, evasive actions!"
The other APCs swerved out of the way of Galvonox's swipes, each of the pelting the dragon with irritating armor-piercing rounds as they drove off. Up above, Garm-5 dove and flew down at the dragon, opening up with his F-22's cannons and spewing bullets at the dragon's head, hoping to send one through the beast's eye and into its brain. He pulled away before he could get too close, and zipped sideways down a street before pulling back up and into the air.
"Sky-Eye, looks like we've got someone in the adjacent buildings pestering that dragon," Garm-5 said as he withdrew. "They got some light anti-armor with them, over."
"Roger that, Garm-5," the AWACS replied. "We'll attempt to figure out what's going on. Keep harassing that dragon and try to get him airborne."
"Roger that," Garm-1 replied for his team. "You heard the AWACS, people! Piss that thing off!"
(Sorry. Just wanted to show these guys his healing factor.)
Thomas's bullets both hit the dragon's forehead, bouncing off the scales and onto the street, and the rocket missed its target entirely. The gunners shooting from the APC had just as little effect on the dragon as Thomas's bullets. In response to the F-22's cannons, he used wings to block most of the bullets, but denting a few scales in the process.
Galvonox let out his Ice Dragon Breath at the Jet that just rained bullets on him as it pulled up.
The Great Dragon made his clicking from the throat, and continued after the man that cost him his eye, letting loose a large Deathphyre Ball at him with its deathly illness.
Thomas glared up furiously at the dragon bearing down on him. His back felt like acid had hit it, and now the thrice-blasted creature was trying to launch something else at him. Something in Thomas snapped, in an instant he'd emptied the remaining bullets from his rifle at the Dragon's head. He then threw down Hellraiser, spun and grabbed the last one-shot rocket from Isaac's pack, and then shoved the younger man out into the street, away from the fire.
In a smooth motion he turned round again, took sight and pulled the trigger on the rocket, sending it straight and true towards the Dragon's head. Seconds afterward, he leapt to the side, catching only some of the sickly fire from the Dragon.
Galvonox growled as Thomas glared. The bullets from from the man's rifle had little effect... but that last rocket to the head... had did the dragon in.
As Galvonox fell unconcious, he staggered about, crashing into a few walls and shrieked as he finally blacked out. He gave one last deep breath as a failed attempt at breathing more of his Deathphyre... but weak fumes came from his nostrils instead.
Thomas, on the other hand, better seek help from someone who knows Holy Magicks, or he'll die within a matter of weeks from his burns...