In the Military camp in Hyrule, close to the Excavation site of Hyrule’s sacred beasts and guardians, Wolf was in his tent, doing some serious exercises. Huffing and puffing as he finished up his push-ups, he wiped his forehead with a towel. It certainly was quite hot here in Hyrule Field. On the radio he had set up, the song “Fortunate Son” by Clearance Clearwater Revival was playing, the song being broadcast throughout the base.
“Sir.” A messenger poked her head in, “They’re here.”
Wolf nodded, getting his shirt on. Grabbing his rifle, he slung it over his shoulder, and walked out. Looking around, he observed the men and women in the base, milling about, cleaning their rifles, maintaining the trenches, etc. Others were playing basketball at the makeshift basketball court that had been set up. He looked over at the airbase, where pilots maintained their fighters and other aircraft.
Walking down to the landing strip, where the BEA Falcon-500 transport had landed, he watched as the hatch opened, revealing the two GDI admirals, Green and Yellow. Looking over, Wolf grinned and outstretched his arms to gesture toward what was going on around them.
Green, ever the serious one, gave Wolf the driest response possible with an unamused look even as Yellow gasped at Wolf’s greeting.
“If this is hell, then I’m the Devil. This place would have been under heavy assault and we’d have been forced to make an emergency jump from the transport towards the surface, while being shot at by hostile AA.”
Fleet Admiral Green folded his arms. “How are the plans for the assault coming along? The Scorpion’s Hand aren’t going to just laze around and forget to fortify the LZ while the Coalition prepares.”
“Jesus Christ, can’t you appreciate a bit of dark humor?” Wolf muttered, pouting slightly, “No fucking fun.”
He gestured to the two admirals to follow him, all while lighting a cigarette. It probably was for the best, since he could feel a nic-fit coming on.
“The rest of the commanders are this way.” Wolf said, “We’re trying to organize our invasion from two places – the west coast of Bouzacula, and the southern border with Antarctica, which just so happens to be closest to the Capital. The southern attack is a distraction to pull forces away from the coast.”
“My responsibility is towards the safety of the galaxy. That must always be taken seriously no matter what, Emperor Wolf.” Green replied.
“As for your plan, it’s agreeable. I propose that a third front be opened up, focused on lightning raids on the enemy’s logistical chains.”
Yellow also joined in with a suggestion of her own. “I also volunteer the Fourth Fleet’s services in damage mitigation, fortified advances and medical support.”
“You obviously don’t consider the fact that some people get annoyed by the fearmongering approach you guys take.” Wolf said, giving Green a middle finger right in the face, while puffing smoke right in his face as well, “Plus, there’s no need to be so grim about these things. That damages morale.”
Wolf nodded in suggestion to the both of them.
“A third front would help. It would drag men away from the main front.” Wolf said, “And Fourth Fleet’s help will be sorely needed. Even with the reduced force on the main front, casualties will indeed still be high.”
Green didn’t seem fazed by what Wolf deliberately did, rolling his eyes a little. “I admit that our stance appears fear-mongering, but we can only assume the worst when it comes to demons and other supernatural threats.”
“That aside…Admiral Yellow, your thoughts on this split?”
The blonde looked troubled as she went over what Wolf said regarding the probability of casualties.
“Emperor, I am sure you know well that the Initiative abhors any casualties. We value all our troops, and any engagement resulting in heavy casualties would normally be considered unacceptable.”
“Regardless, the Fourth Fleet will do our best to ensure casualties are reduced as much as possible. Might a nullifier vessel positioned in orbit above the engagement zone aid the assault by forcing the Hand planetside into conventional battles?”
Green had a quietly thoughtful look as he listened in. “You realize this will also prevent magical usage by our own side as well. Nullifier fields don’t discriminate.”
Wolf sighed at Yellow’s initial statement, letting out another puff of smoke, this time away from Yellow’s face (a clear sign he liked Yellow).
“Yellow… I know you’re not going to like this… But the thing is no matter what happens, there’s going to be casualties. That’s not me trying to be mean, that’s me being realistic.” Wolf said, “You can’t save everyone.”
Wolf nodded at Green’s statement.
“At least we know it works.” Wolf said, getting serious, “Come on.”
He led them to a jeep, the driver of which opened the doors for them. When they got in, the driver began to take them where they were going.
“So… We need to prepare all fronts for the invasion in the next few days.” Wolf said, just as an explosion sent the jeep flying. His ears ringing, he looked up to see the burning wreckage of the jeep with the dead driver is die. Looking up the sky, he saw Stukas flying around, strafing the area. Looking to the trench line, he saw the BEA troopers opening fire on charging masses of SH conscripts, shock troops, and combat mechs.
“GREEN!” Wolf shouted, “I HOPE YOU BROUGHT A RIFLE!”
Wolf ducked and covered as SH rockets from Stuka Zu Fuß rocket trucks hit the area around him, sending BEA troopers flying. Grabbing his SOG-33A6 blaster, Wolf opened fire on the incoming attackers.
As Yellow had already been clad in her Valkyrie suit, she soared into the skies as she generated a vast shield dome over as much people as she could.
Her voice was tight with focus as she yelled to her fellow Fleet Admiral. “Green!”
The man in question gave an affirmative, eyes filled with emerald murder. “I brought more than that.”
As his helmet unfolded to enclose his head, the sharp crack of a high-capacity Blink resounded as a massive form suddenly appeared.
Green leapt into the waiting cockpit of his custom Archangel-type superheavy battlesuit, and moments later the air seemed to cleave in two with an ear-splitting howl as Green fired his battlesuit’s Advent rail-cannon at the nearest group of enemies.
Such was the sheer force of the impact of the hypersonic slug that it sent powerful tremors through the ground, knocking most people off balance.
The scaled-down SPEAR system mounted on the Archangel’s upper frame flashed to life, mercilessly wiping out flights of enemy Stukas with eye-searingly bright, pencil-thin lances of pulsed antiproton beams.
As if those weren’t enough already, Green unleashed yet more hell with the Archangel’s shoulder-mounted particle burst autocannons. Those were vicious against infantry and mechs alike, pelting them with lethal clouds of energized particle ‘darts’.
Wolf looked on in horror as an odd shape came flying out of the smoke, slamming into Green’s battlesuit. While not able to knock Green down, the eight limbed combat mech was able to hook itself to Green.
“SO THE GDI HAVE COME TO PLAY!!!” The reedy voice of the weasel-like SH commander Arachne Widow filled the air, amplified by the mech’s loudspeakers. She crawled all over the battlesuit, inflicting as much damage as she could.
“Someone get a rocket on that spider bitch!!” Wolf yelled, as several soldiers began to aim their Zero-95 rocket launchers at her. Rockets flew through the air, some missing and some connecting, flinging Arachne off Green.
“GODDAMN BASTARDS!!!” Arachne screamed as she activated her mech’s combat mode, revealing miniguns and several retracting blades, beginning to spin wildly with lasers and blades flying around her.
Green opened a private channel to his airborne colleague. “Yellow, if you will.”
Nodding, the blonde flung a hand out, throwing several barely visible stasis fields at certain points on Arachne’s mech.
Tactically restrained somewhat, Arachne couldn’t prevent Green’s Archangel from reducing much of the miniguns and blades to vaporized slag with precise fire from its SPEAR system.
Perhaps she didn’t expect it from someone like him, but nonetheless Green sent his battlesuit charging forward as it drew and activated a glowing ice-blue omni-axe.
Moving with a far more organic grace and savagery than the rigid mechanical movements of less advanced war machines due to using synthetic myomer muscles instead of hydraulics and pistons, Green’s Archangel hacked away many of the limbs of the spider-like mech before carving a deep gouge through the piloting section.
The mono-edged blade of the omni-axe missed Arachne herself, but that too was intentional.
With much of its limbs gone and the rest restrained in stasis fields, Arachne could only watch as Green rammed the blocky form of his Archangel’s Advent cannon into the semi-exposed cockpit.
Arachne could only stare down the barrel of the massive weapon before Green pulled the electronic trigger.
The spider mech shattered entirely as the Advent’s slug blasted into Arachne, traveling at over Mach 40. The projectile streaked onward to completely pulverize a distant hill an instant later.
In the Military camp in Hyrule, close to the Excavation site of Hyrule’s sacred beasts and guardians, Wolf was in his tent, doing some serious exercises. Huffing and puffing as he finished up his push-ups, he wiped his forehead with a towel. It certainly was quite hot here in Hyrule Field. On the radio he had set up, the song “Fortunate Son” by Clearance Clearwater Revival was playing, the song being broadcast throughout the base.
“Sir.” A messenger poked her head in, “They’re here.”
Wolf nodded, getting his shirt on. Grabbing his rifle, he slung it over his shoulder, and walked out. Looking around, he observed the men and women in the base, milling about, cleaning their rifles, maintaining the trenches, etc. Others were playing basketball at the makeshift basketball court that had been set up. He looked over at the airbase, where pilots maintained their fighters and other aircraft.
Walking down to the landing strip, where the BEA Falcon-500 transport had landed, he watched as the hatch opened, revealing the two GDI admirals, Green and Yellow. Looking over, Wolf grinned and outstretched his arms to gesture toward what was going on around them.
Green, ever the serious one, gave Wolf the driest response possible with an unamused look even as Yellow gasped at Wolf’s greeting.
“If this is hell, then I’m the Devil. This place would have been under heavy assault and we’d have been forced to make an emergency jump from the transport towards the surface, while being shot at by hostile AA.”
Fleet Admiral Green folded his arms. “How are the plans for the assault coming along? The Scorpion’s Hand aren’t going to just laze around and forget to fortify the LZ while the Coalition prepares.”
“Jesus Christ, can’t you appreciate a bit of dark humor?” Wolf muttered, pouting slightly, “No fucking fun.”
He gestured to the two admirals to follow him, all while lighting a cigarette. It probably was for the best, since he could feel a nic-fit coming on.
“The rest of the commanders are this way.” Wolf said, “We’re trying to organize our invasion from two places – the west coast of Bouzacula, and the southern border with Antarctica, which just so happens to be closest to the Capital. The southern attack is a distraction to pull forces away from the coast.”
“My responsibility is towards the safety of the galaxy. That must always be taken seriously no matter what, Emperor Wolf.” Green replied.
“As for your plan, it’s agreeable. I propose that a third front be opened up, focused on lightning raids on the enemy’s logistical chains.”
Yellow also joined in with a suggestion of her own. “I also volunteer the Fourth Fleet’s services in damage mitigation, fortified advances and medical support.”
“You obviously don’t consider the fact that some people get annoyed by the fearmongering approach you guys take.” Wolf said, giving Green a middle finger right in the face, while puffing smoke right in his face as well, “Plus, there’s no need to be so grim about these things. That damages morale.”
Wolf nodded in suggestion to the both of them.
“A third front would help. It would drag men away from the main front.” Wolf said, “And Fourth Fleet’s help will be sorely needed. Even with the reduced force on the main front, casualties will indeed still be high.”
Green didn’t seem fazed by what Wolf deliberately did, rolling his eyes a little. “I admit that our stance appears fear-mongering, but we can only assume the worst when it comes to demons and other supernatural threats.”
“That aside…Admiral Yellow, your thoughts on this split?”
The blonde looked troubled as she went over what Wolf said regarding the probability of casualties.
“Emperor, I am sure you know well that the Initiative abhors any casualties. We value all our troops, and any engagement resulting in heavy casualties would normally be considered unacceptable.”
“Regardless, the Fourth Fleet will do our best to ensure casualties are reduced as much as possible. Might a nullifier vessel positioned in orbit above the engagement zone aid the assault by forcing the Hand planetside into conventional battles?”
Green had a quietly thoughtful look as he listened in. “You realize this will also prevent magical usage by our own side as well. Nullifier fields don’t discriminate.”
Wolf sighed at Yellow’s initial statement, letting out another puff of smoke, this time away from Yellow’s face (a clear sign he liked Yellow).
“Yellow… I know you’re not going to like this… But the thing is no matter what happens, there’s going to be casualties. That’s not me trying to be mean, that’s me being realistic.” Wolf said, “You can’t save everyone.”
Wolf nodded at Green’s statement.
“At least we know it works.” Wolf said, getting serious, “Come on.”
He led them to a jeep, the driver of which opened the doors for them. When they got in, the driver began to take them where they were going.
“So… We need to prepare all fronts for the invasion in the next few days.” Wolf said, just as an explosion sent the jeep flying. His ears ringing, he looked up to see the burning wreckage of the jeep with the dead driver is die. Looking up the sky, he saw Stukas flying around, strafing the area. Looking to the trench line, he saw the BEA troopers opening fire on charging masses of SH conscripts, shock troops, and combat mechs.
“GREEN!” Wolf shouted, “I HOPE YOU BROUGHT A RIFLE!”
Wolf ducked and covered as SH rockets from Stuka Zu Fuß rocket trucks hit the area around him, sending BEA troopers flying. Grabbing his SOG-33A6 blaster, Wolf opened fire on the incoming attackers.
As Yellow had already been clad in her Valkyrie suit, she soared into the skies as she generated a vast shield dome over as much people as she could.
Her voice was tight with focus as she yelled to her fellow Fleet Admiral. “Green!”
The man in question gave an affirmative, eyes filled with emerald murder. “I brought more than that.”
As his helmet unfolded to enclose his head, the sharp crack of a high-capacity Blink resounded as a massive form suddenly appeared.
Green leapt into the waiting cockpit of his custom Archangel-type superheavy battlesuit, and moments later the air seemed to cleave in two with an ear-splitting howl as Green fired his battlesuit’s Advent rail-cannon at the nearest group of enemies.
Such was the sheer force of the impact of the hypersonic slug that it sent powerful tremors through the ground, knocking most people off balance.
The scaled-down SPEAR system mounted on the Archangel’s upper frame flashed to life, mercilessly wiping out flights of enemy Stukas with eye-searingly bright, pencil-thin lances of pulsed antiproton beams.
As if those weren’t enough already, Green unleashed yet more hell with the Archangel’s shoulder-mounted particle burst autocannons. Those were vicious against infantry and mechs alike, pelting them with lethal clouds of energized particle ‘darts’.
Lux had nodded slowly in understanding as they progressed towards the forges.
Matthew’s mention of the Forerunner/Covenant Technological Achievement Tiers as well as the legendary Spartan-II, John-117, brought a spark of curiosity to her. Was he from a universe where the UNSC was perhaps fictional? It seemed likely.
The Emblians also sounded like big trouble. No wonder Serina had said stuff about keeping gateway establishment in here highly secret. It seemed autonomous drones that couldn’t be mind-controlled would have to suffice in security operations planetside.
Since both factions were non-spacefaring, Lux could easily set up shop in a nearby star system. Preferably a barren one, so she could crank out as much wargear as was needed without fear of disturbance.
She’d have to build up a military and support infrastructure from scratch, and it was most likely why Red had called her over here for help.
“I see. So, are your summons really random, Mr Matthew? It sounds to me like they are.”
“I do have some ability to control who I pull,” the Summoner admitted. “When summoning, there are colored orbs I get to choose from. The orb I pick determines who I summon. Red pulls a sword, fire or dark tome, or some Manaketes, blue summons lance, thunder tome, or other Manaketes, Green summons ax, wind tome, or another kind of Manakete, Colorless pulls dagger, bow, or healer, and I had jury-rigged my magic Gun to have a fifth orb that pulls firearm-using Heroes.
“However, the hero I get from that orb is randomized. So it’s quite the roulette to see who I get.” The Summoner stretched out a bit as he walked. “Still, I feel as if I’m only scratching the surface with my Summoning Magic. I’m gonna be trying to see what else I can accomplish with this magic while I work. It’s been a big help so far. Well, that and my Tactician’s Insight power, as I call it.”
“I see. Seems you pulled Red using that fifth Orb, huh?” Lux pondered.
“This Tactician’s Insight thing, is it some sort of analysis-based skill? Sounds like you can assess someone or some group within seconds.”
At least, that was implied. It seemed quite the useful skill on the tactical and perhaps even the strategic level.
In the Military camp in Hyrule, close to the Excavation site of Hyrule’s sacred beasts and guardians, Wolf was in his tent, doing some serious exercises. Huffing and puffing as he finished up his push-ups, he wiped his forehead with a towel. It certainly was quite hot here in Hyrule Field. On the radio he had set up, the song “Fortunate Son” by Clearance Clearwater Revival was playing, the song being broadcast throughout the base.
“Sir.” A messenger poked her head in, “They’re here.”
Wolf nodded, getting his shirt on. Grabbing his rifle, he slung it over his shoulder, and walked out. Looking around, he observed the men and women in the base, milling about, cleaning their rifles, maintaining the trenches, etc. Others were playing basketball at the makeshift basketball court that had been set up. He looked over at the airbase, where pilots maintained their fighters and other aircraft.
Walking down to the landing strip, where the BEA Falcon-500 transport had landed, he watched as the hatch opened, revealing the two GDI admirals, Green and Yellow. Looking over, Wolf grinned and outstretched his arms to gesture toward what was going on around them.
Green, ever the serious one, gave Wolf the driest response possible with an unamused look even as Yellow gasped at Wolf’s greeting.
“If this is hell, then I’m the Devil. This place would have been under heavy assault and we’d have been forced to make an emergency jump from the transport towards the surface, while being shot at by hostile AA.”
Fleet Admiral Green folded his arms. “How are the plans for the assault coming along? The Scorpion’s Hand aren’t going to just laze around and forget to fortify the LZ while the Coalition prepares.”
“Jesus Christ, can’t you appreciate a bit of dark humor?” Wolf muttered, pouting slightly, “No fucking fun.”
He gestured to the two admirals to follow him, all while lighting a cigarette. It probably was for the best, since he could feel a nic-fit coming on.
“The rest of the commanders are this way.” Wolf said, “We’re trying to organize our invasion from two places – the west coast of Bouzacula, and the southern border with Antarctica, which just so happens to be closest to the Capital. The southern attack is a distraction to pull forces away from the coast.”
“My responsibility is towards the safety of the galaxy. That must always be taken seriously no matter what, Emperor Wolf.” Green replied.
“As for your plan, it’s agreeable. I propose that a third front be opened up, focused on lightning raids on the enemy’s logistical chains.”
Yellow also joined in with a suggestion of her own. “I also volunteer the Fourth Fleet’s services in damage mitigation, fortified advances and medical support.”
“You obviously don’t consider the fact that some people get annoyed by the fearmongering approach you guys take.” Wolf said, giving Green a middle finger right in the face, while puffing smoke right in his face as well, “Plus, there’s no need to be so grim about these things. That damages morale.”
Wolf nodded in suggestion to the both of them.
“A third front would help. It would drag men away from the main front.” Wolf said, “And Fourth Fleet’s help will be sorely needed. Even with the reduced force on the main front, casualties will indeed still be high.”
Green didn’t seem fazed by what Wolf deliberately did, rolling his eyes a little. “I admit that our stance appears fear-mongering, but we can only assume the worst when it comes to demons and other supernatural threats.”
“That aside…Admiral Yellow, your thoughts on this split?”
The blonde looked troubled as she went over what Wolf said regarding the probability of casualties.
“Emperor, I am sure you know well that the Initiative abhors any casualties. We value all our troops, and any engagement resulting in heavy casualties would normally be considered unacceptable.”
“Regardless, the Fourth Fleet will do our best to ensure casualties are reduced as much as possible. Might a nullifier vessel positioned in orbit above the engagement zone aid the assault by forcing the Hand planetside into conventional battles?”
Green had a quietly thoughtful look as he listened in. “You realize this will also prevent magical usage by our own side as well. Nullifier fields don’t discriminate.”
In the Military camp in Hyrule, close to the Excavation site of Hyrule’s sacred beasts and guardians, Wolf was in his tent, doing some serious exercises. Huffing and puffing as he finished up his push-ups, he wiped his forehead with a towel. It certainly was quite hot here in Hyrule Field. On the radio he had set up, the song “Fortunate Son” by Clearance Clearwater Revival was playing, the song being broadcast throughout the base.
“Sir.” A messenger poked her head in, “They’re here.”
Wolf nodded, getting his shirt on. Grabbing his rifle, he slung it over his shoulder, and walked out. Looking around, he observed the men and women in the base, milling about, cleaning their rifles, maintaining the trenches, etc. Others were playing basketball at the makeshift basketball court that had been set up. He looked over at the airbase, where pilots maintained their fighters and other aircraft.
Walking down to the landing strip, where the BEA Falcon-500 transport had landed, he watched as the hatch opened, revealing the two GDI admirals, Green and Yellow. Looking over, Wolf grinned and outstretched his arms to gesture toward what was going on around them.
Green, ever the serious one, gave Wolf the driest response possible with an unamused look even as Yellow gasped at Wolf’s greeting.
“If this is hell, then I’m the Devil. This place would have been under heavy assault and we’d have been forced to make an emergency jump from the transport towards the surface, while being shot at by hostile AA.”
Fleet Admiral Green folded his arms. “How are the plans for the assault coming along? The Scorpion’s Hand aren’t going to just laze around and forget to fortify the LZ while the Coalition prepares.”
“Jesus Christ, can’t you appreciate a bit of dark humor?” Wolf muttered, pouting slightly, “No fucking fun.”
He gestured to the two admirals to follow him, all while lighting a cigarette. It probably was for the best, since he could feel a nic-fit coming on.
“The rest of the commanders are this way.” Wolf said, “We’re trying to organize our invasion from two places – the west coast of Bouzacula, and the southern border with Antarctica, which just so happens to be closest to the Capital. The southern attack is a distraction to pull forces away from the coast.”
“My responsibility is towards the safety of the galaxy. That must always be taken seriously no matter what, Emperor Wolf.” Green replied.
“As for your plan, it’s agreeable. I propose that a third front be opened up, focused on lightning raids on the enemy’s logistical chains.”
Yellow also joined in with a suggestion of her own. “I also volunteer the Fourth Fleet’s services in damage mitigation, fortified advances and medical support.”
Initiative Archival Network 