And I can guide a missile by satellite

[liebe_krieg]

WHO: The Major and everyone who signed up to fight in the City.
WHERE: Locations across the City.
WHEN: 11 PM Friday evening.
WARNINGS: So. Much. Violence.
SUMMARY: Operation Gotterdammerung has begun, and with it Case Schwarze: a full air and ground assault against the ImPort community designed to prevent interference with the nuke in Washington. Missiles and vampires ahoy!
FORMAT: Whatever works.
NOTES: Don't forget to add your characters' tags as they join in!

Leaning back in his chair, occasionally taking the time to dictate a response to his post on the communicator, the Major watched happily as his master plan at last unfolded. It was all worth it, he could already tell. The months of planning, the prison takeover, the theft of the bomb, the kidnapping of the Detective, all the promises he’d made to his new comrades, it was all coming together right here in front of him, in the fire and explosions of detonating missiles and attacking vampires. It was the fulfillment of his most cherished dream: a war beyond any man’s history had ever known. Reports from his crew filtered in from all around him:

”Rot Team reports that they are in position Major. Package is secure.”

”Schwarze One reports commencing attack on police station.”

”Missile hit! Confirmed hit on Turing nightclub!”

”Schwarze Five, commencing assault on the Spark Roast.”

”Confirmed missile hits on both prisons!”

He sat and listened and smiled and watched. In less than an hour the device would detonate, and America’s capital would be swallowed up in a mushroom cloud. There would have to be retaliation, retaliation greater than that after Pearl Harbor, retaliation not just at those responsible but also at those who had let it happen because they were too busy looking after their own homes. There would be war, first native against ImPort, but then as things fell apart ImPort against ImPort, native against native, war between teams, countries, movements, alliances! War upon war upon war!

“It has begun,” the Major said to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the array of screens hanging from the ceiling in front of his seat, as well as through the DEM II’s vast observation window. “The dance that cannot end! The symphony I can revel in for all time! The fire that shall never burn out!”

Below, the prelude to that symphony continued.

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The Major's Airship

[liebe_krieg]

The Deus Ex Machina II had been 'stolen' from Osborn's facility without a single hitch, and had been significantly improved since it last went into battle against the HIVE. Now the enormous high-tech zepplin hung low over the City's downtown, spewing missiles, turrets scanning the sky for any threats. Behind the large observation window slung beneath the DEM II's vast gasbag, the madman responsible for so much chaos and suffering watched and laughed as his dreams- and everyone else's nightmares- approached reality. It was a formidable target... and also one that had to be taken down if Operation Gotterdammerung was to be thwarted before it was too late.

Re: The Major's Airship

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

First dragons, now this. Anna sighed and looped around for another pass, her weapons still hot: on one wrist, the Golden Compass, an energy multiweapon; in the other, the Sun Shattering Bow of the Archer, less a crossbow than a machine gun that used a chu-ko-nu for it's design idiom.

"No rest for the weary, then," she says. "Maybe a little more firepower's in order."

Her fists radiate with power for a second, then grow bigger, with edged knuckles, and piston-fired triphammers.

Then she boosts right for the thing, waiting to get to range.

The Major's Airship INTERIOR

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

It's times like these that Elisa is glad of her powers. Gliding upwards carrying both Jono and Aaron is difficult, but her enhanced strength ensures that she doesn't drop either of them. They land on the hull, and Elisa makes short work of the metal plates, making an entrance for the trio. Claws that can rip through plate metal are pretty handy at times. "We need to take out the Major, and take him out as fast as possible! That is our only goal right now!"

Interior 2

[seize-power.livejournal.com]

Going into a largely unknown situation without support and minimal weaponry was dangerous, but not acting was out of the question. Wesker didn't care about the city or its inhabitants either way, but having it over run with vampires or some other conflict would not work well with his plans.

This was also an excellent opportunity to gain useful information, technology, and insight into major players in the city. Anyone launching an attack on this scale was definitely worth personal attention.

Vampires had already demonstrated they were considerably more dangerous than zombies, and he was armed only with a single gun and his knife. It seemed close combat would be in order if the crew of the ship wasn't human.

IN DEFENSE OF THE MAC; Shounen Vampire Throwdown!!

[holeheart]

[[For all ya'll who decided to defend the MAC! We got missiles and vampires!]]

Shiro had found a comfy place on the floor of his and Ichigo's apartment to lie on his belly and mess around on a laptop he'd managed to buy (or steal. No one was really sure). He was chewing on something, something that looked to be a stick of a lollipop. Killinator was sleeping peacefully next to him, her fluffy chest rising and falling with each deep breath. All in all it was an extremely peaceful sight for containing a vicious monster.

But not for long.

Killinator suddenly sprang up and hissed at the window, then fled into one of the more internal rooms of the apartment.

"Hey! Cat! Where are ya--" Shiro was cut off by a whistle, and then a violent, loud explosion. His eyes widened and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as he looked out the window at a fireball that shook the entire building.

"What the fuck?! Ichigo, we're under attack!!" Shiro scrambled to his feet and snatches his sword from its resting place on the couch. Shiro didn't take kindly to anything that threatened his live or his current residence.

oh my god yes. yes yes yes.

[notadartboard]

Sanji had just gotten home from the club, and barely got his tie off when the explosion shook the entire building. He instinctively ran to the nearest window to try to look out and discover the source, craning his neck this way and that. It was difficult to tell, but something had hit the building, apparently. It reminded him vaguely of cannon-shot.

Well, that thought sent Sanji out into the hallway, looking to see whether his crewmates or any neightbors knew anything better.

Awesome Base

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Lyra was at home- in fact, she had put on the suit she'd gotten from E, mask, snood and all, to do a little late patrolling when she'd decided to check her communicator.

Then she heard pounding on the door- and the sound of breaking glass. Somehow, Lyra doubted this was a friendly visit from a friend or neighbor.

Almost by instinct, she and Pantalaimon vanished, slipping into an illusion designed to mask their presence that the two had been refining ever since they'd first discovered their powers. Lyra could hear her heart pounding in her chest, and all of her senses seemed to sharpen as she and her daemon snuck forward to get a glimpse at the intruders, and behind the fear, Lyra felt a sense of indignation- this was her house!

[erasemeplz.livejournal.com]

Yoite had been napping on the roof, when he had awoken to see something approaching and then the sound of breaking glass. Creeping along the roof, he slipped quietly in a window, closing it behind him, so that no one could enter without it being heard. A surprise attack was always bad after all. After the time being one who had used surprise attacks to his advantage along with Yukimi and the others, he knew that.

Moving quietly downstairs, he wondered where the others were. They were all children, so honestly, he felt at least some worry.

Glancing from around a corner, he tried to think of the best strategy to cause as little damage to the house as possible, but without knowing the exact number of opponents and how much they could take, it was hard to try to come up with a plan, especially in a house with children who were sure to have their own ideas on how to get rid of enemies. Still, he waited, at least until he knew where people were, hand twitching a little, ready to use that power if he needed to.

And he did believe he would need to.

Edna's compound

[daaaaaaahling.livejournal.com]

Edna had seen the comm post earlier and knew something was about to happen. She had done her part, getting the heroes ready. It would have to be up to them to take care of everything now.

That was her theory at least until her first proximity alarm went off. Was it a super coming for some last second supplies? Edna hopped down from the table leaving her tea cup behind to look at the monitor.

"W..What?!" That wasn't a super, or rather 'those' were not supers. Those were a lot of definitely not supers.

"Oh is that the way it is, dahling?" Edna said to herself. Her security wasn't finished yet, it could take out a few but probably not all. Oh well, it was time to test them out. She yanked on a red lever by the door setting the compound and the lawn in full lock-down mode.

[itsprotocol.livejournal.com]

Very little got Salaak out of the Warrior's Bar basement. Missiles, threats of nuclear war, and multi-target assault? Well, that had him all but leaping out the door, best he could with those awkward human legs. He didn't wait for confirmation on anything until he was in the air, two of the handful of communicators he possessed in tow, rattling off the updates on-network as they came in while he opened a channel in the others. He should've been more adamant about check-ins, dammit. But now wasn't the time.

"This is Lantern Salaak of the Green Lantern Corps," he announced as he zipped overhead towards the nearest, most congested area of the city targeted. "En route to the nearest hazard zone, coordinates pending. Gardner, Rayner, Iolande: report in immediately with your status and situation. Those of you not currently engaged make your way to my location, I'll--"

Shots fired upward, bouncing off his thin, green flight shield. A closed-up building was swarmed with the antagonistic bipeds of the hour. It was something he should be able to ignore, but the surrounding buildings were nowhere near as secure. He took a minute to broadcast his location before clipping the communicators and freeing up all four hands. Turning himself, Salaak dove down, bullets bouncing off harmlessly as he descended. He fired a volley of bright green pulses through the masses of monsters, pulling up and sweeping overhead, pulling up and gearing to do it again.

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda had been inches from pressing the bell when the lawn suddenly sprung up with lasers, something generally considered a bad sign when one came to Edna's house for a helmet repair. She'd been hoping Edna could squeeze a fast fix in for her before all the chaos the comms had warned of hit but...

Well, no luck with that.

GOD she hated zombies!

Brenda slammed the buzzer with her palm, pulling on her helmet despite the crack in it's side and making sure her gloves were on firmly.

"Hey E? This is Anger Girl out here, I'm not with the horde I promise. I'm gonna, uh, scale your fence okay? Don't electrocute me if you can help it?"

And with a few steps of running to get up speed she leapt up as high as she could on the fence and started to climb the bars for all she was worth.

TITANS TOWER

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

As promised, while Slade himself is in Washington, he sends his minions to attack Titans Tower. It's a familiar scene for those who were around last time, but there are several differences. For one, there are even more robots than last time, and they are much more durable. The ninjas are heavily armed, their coding encrypted, and everything has been upgraded with Cybertronian technology. A cybernetic worm tears its way out of the ground with a screeching roar, its target in sight.

Let the attack commence!

[scarabsuited]

What is it about villains and weekends? Jaime thought idly. Completely off-task, sure, but it was that sort of thing that kept him from focusing on the queasiness that came with the adrenaline rush. He rocketted through the sky, the airship fainly in sight, Scarab logging the distance and long-range combat options as he went. The Blue Beetle was a bit more lax with his weaponry restrictions this time; that crazy kraut had nukes in Washington, for crying out loud! He had to go down hard.

Scarab chirped round after round of updates on and off-network: he'd know who was on their way, too. Good. The more the merr-

Another update.

"Awwwww CRAP."

Jaime veered sharply, heading south. It was deja-vu all over again! Well, almost. Scarab noted the fresh augmentations and upgrades to the robotic cannon fodder and that giant worm.

"Oh, no you don't!"

For one, the tower was in a heavily-residential area. Those people needed help fast. For another? He'd just gotten the hang of Left 4 Dead 2. Nobody was messin' with the game room.

Civilian defense first. The Blue Beetle zoomed in fast, arms forward and quickly molding into a high-impact energy cannon. Big guy first: aim, and FIRE! at the worm.

He didn't wait to gauge the damage. Scarab chirped when the Titans network channel was accessed. "Guys!" Jaime shouted over the background noise. "Guys, where are you?! We got ninety-nine problems and a giant, beefed-up robot worm's one of them!"

POLICE STATION I AM NOT SURE IF THIS IS KOSHER OR NOT SUP GUYS

[pullingyourlegs.livejournal.com]

So how 'bout them racist vampires, police plaza? They should be coming in pretty hard and fast right now, unless you've barricaded the door. But given the small and familiar girl who's following in their wake, barefoot and placid, maybe they're not your biggest concern.

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

The front door? No, that's gone. It's just wood and glass. A barricade wouldn't hold, and wouldn't provide any offense anyway. The main foyer is yours.

The force has fallen back to behind the entrance to the holding cells. A heavy, barred gate separates them from their attackers, as well as riot gear and shields. They shoot from between the bars.

Pete is frying with one hand, and shooting them in the head when they're down with the other. Double fisting.

SOMEONE SAY KOSHER. AND HEY THERE HOW'S IT HANGING.

[spiritgun]

Well hello there, small girl. Don't you look too calm to be wandering around in the middle of all these vampires. Consider yourself watched, as Yusuke makes himself busy with ripping the heads off all the vampires within arm's reach.

[highrolling.livejournal.com]

Nero is late. Why? Because he's been trying to defend the super jail with very minimal success. An hour after the bombing had started, it was a lost cause. Hundreds of inmates and staff had been injured, some killed, and some of the more hardy and dangerous inmates had even escaped. After the ambulances arrived, there was nothing left to be done and Nero had run as fast as his legs would take him back to the Police station.

He had found out pretty fast that these things healed, whatever they were, so he made an effort to make sure he either cut off their heads with his sword or ripped them off with his Devil Bringer.

TURING - halp, Mr. Hundred

[officerslinger.livejournal.com]

At 11 at night, Turing is full of guests, and cruising on its nightly pass over the City. The nightclub more or less runs itself; Robyn Slinger defers to the native club manager in everything besides maintaining the airship. She's in her quarters testing connections on a new toy when the missile lock alarm goes off.

It takes her a moment to place it - that alarm has only sounded during staff training drills. The last one was months ago. Then the first impact hits the aft force fields, and the whole gondola shudders, lights dimming. As she rushes towards the bridge, the second impact rocks the zeppelin, sending her slamming into the corridor wall. Patrons are screaming over the thrum of the engines. Reaching the control room, Robyn opens the intercom and barks "This is an emergency evacuation. Proceed calmly to the shuttle bay. Follow all instructions from the airship staff." Please guys, nobody freak out. It's holding. It's holding. She frantically plots a new course, but they're right over the upper west side. It'll take time to even turn, much less get over the river.

The third impact comes, and the force field crumbles with a ripple of ionized plasma. The incoming missile alarm is still wailing away.

"oh, shit."

VOICE TO COMM POST

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

"ROBYN! This is Tank. I'm on the ground, and, well, I'm killing a whole lot of nazis."

"Are you alright? Can you get everyone out?"

Spark Roast - Coffeeshop of SCIENCE!

[drinkthedyne]

Agatha was behind the counter when the vampires showed up. Her patrons screamed as the big plate glass windows were broken, and she whipped a very large gun out of seemingly nowhere (it was under the counter) to repel them.

Oh goodness, this didn't look good.

She commanded her 'bots to lock down the storefront to keep the vampires out of the windows, but left the door so she could get passers-by in. Standing in the doorway, she shot at any vampire head she could see. Bright blue beams of energy seemed to work well enough on them.

But some help would be most appreciated.

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe liked to walk the city streets until very late at night, familiarizing himself with the layout and memorizing the symbols on the signs. He didn't pay a hell of a lot of attention to his comm, though. So his first indication that something was very, very wrong was the sound of explosions overhead - far enough away to be muffled, but still happening. The second was the mob of people trying to break into the store just up the block.

Because of his experiences with Harmonia, Geddoe was not unfamiliar with the concept of guns, but the energy discharge he was witnessing from a distance was more like rune magic. Like his own, even. He paused to gauge the situation, and the lone woman attempting to keep the large gang of troublemakers out of her shop, and then raised his left hand.

The target of the Thunder Runner spell was the guy way in the distance, beating one fist against his other hand in excitement. That way, it would zap every other person in a straight line between him and Geddoe. The lightning bolt wouldn't be lethal at that strength, but it should give the group of attackers something to think about while the dark-clad warrior approached.

Winner Corporation // Open; just setting facts, pop in where/whenever

[pacifister]

If there was one thing Quatre had done when he had rebuilt the large block into his company's headquarters, it was fitting it with a more than adequate defense system. He knew the missiles were coming immediately, even before he'd seen the Major's post, alarms going off throughout the building; within a few milliseconds, his computer screen had turned blue, white letters filling the screen rapidly.

He could hear Trowa speaking behind him, but the words seemed muffled, as if through water, and he shook his head to try and clear it.

His hand tightened briefly on the edge of the desk as other employees hurried past the door to the exits. Someone peeked in, asking if they were going to come, but Quatre had already shaken his head. Another alarm and the building trembled with the earthquake like force as a missile hit. How many people were killed? The distant look in his eyes was gone and he shouted for the man to leave. Now.

"I should have expected this. After what happened in North Korea, he must have suspected..." the power flickers out, plunging them both into pitch blackness - a few people scream from somewhere further into the building.

He could feel it: the itch of discomfort as he loosened the tie around his neck, ridding himself of it in the process, and a rush of adrenaline that quickly overrode everything else. His hands stopped shaking and the sudden shattering of nearby glass as something broke through it didn't make him start.

"We can't let him destroy the building."

STILL MAJORLY OPEN PLEASE TAG just. obv he's here and all so yeah /has to tag in too

[unnamed-nothing.livejournal.com]

Trowa flicked off the override mic he'd just used to issue evacuation orders just as Quatre began to mutter something about North Korea; he nearly missed it in the rumble of the tower shaking from the impact. Any words he was going to say in warning regarding mission security were swallowed when the lights went off, causing him to tense up a degree in preparation. Likely not a coordinated strike, that; just side effects of the damages so far, no doubt. Still, if the information he'd gotten off of the one imPort--Grey? He thought he remembered reading the name once. In any case, if it was right...

It surprised him how willingly he'd already adopted an alternate form for the advantages of enhanced senses and sheer MS-less killing power; more so that it was the monstrous one he tended to lose control over. But he could pinpoint Quatre's location by sound and smell alone, now, and that was important. Trowa wouldn't let the blond sneak out and try something stupid and self-sacrificing. Not with his current unstable mindset. It would probably be the first thing to go through the other's mind.

And given the comment that followed, he wasn't too far wrong.



The soft thuds of unusually heavy footfalls threaded themselves along the underside of all the shouts and cries as he moved for the door of the office; the building shook again with a second impact and he dropped to all fours, snarling in defiance.

NPC Prison hopefully this is okay

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

There wasn't much about the City's main prison that was different from Rikers Island. At least, from what Danny could see, at least. Which wasn't much, considering the only things he could see included a faint island-outline on the horizon, a long bridge, and the hundreds of escaped prisoners now facing him on said bridge. Some had crowbars, some had taken back their confiscated items (guns, knifes, etc.), but all were armed and dangerous.

Not to mention those pesky vampires amongst them.

Danny took a deep breath, focused his thoughts, and charged into the crowd, fists glowing with chi. This was going to be a long night.

Works for me

[notthebatman.livejournal.com]

Harvey had been simply talking to a prisoner, trying to get a confession out of the man. Emphasis on "had". Once the missile hit, the prison slowly started to crumble, mostly due to a missile hitting one of the main supports and blasting a goddamn hole in the wall. The debris hit Harvey square in the head, as he fell to the ground. Fortunately, his invulnerability took care of most of the pain. At least he wasn't bleeding. He was just very pissed off.

"Son of a bitch," the prosecutor muttered as he stood up. Already, he saw a prisoner trying to make a break for it. Scowl on his face, Harvey picked up a piece of rubble and just hit the man across the head with it. Ethics would come later, right now he had to keep these people down.

HOMELESS SHELTER

[noavenger.livejournal.com]

Gert didn't actually live at the shelter, but she did spend most of her free time making sure the tiny library didn't become infected with Chicken Soup for the Soul books. And that no one set the place on fire. But mostly the former. There was a room on the second floor that Old Lace really liked for some reason. Maybe because it was bigger than the apartment they lived in, or maybe because it smelled like bacon. It was one of those mysteries.

In any case, Gert was just sitting on a couch filling out some paperwork, when a mass of undead came in through the door. And the windows. And, well, Gert was off running up the stairs with all the energy saved up from approximately three hundred skipped gym periods. Old Lace could tell something was wrong, already, but Gert had to get to her communicator.

DAMAGE CONTROL; FIRES, COLLAPSING BUILDINGS, CIVILIAN RESCUE, etc.

[osreborn]

Upon leaving Madelyne behind and after speaking to Invincible, Norman sped out towards the city, keeping an eye out for anyone in need of immediate help. It didn't take long -- immediately around the corner from the restaurant he'd been at there was a building exploding in flames.

Good grief. Armor was not ideal for fire rescue.

He landed among the crowd of panicking civilians, yelling at them to remain calm. The streets were too crowded and chaotic for firetrucks, that was clear. He pried open the fire hydrant to start with, letting the water spray out before he flew into the fire to pull out anyone trapped -- seven people that he found. He kept his ears open and his armor's GPS and disaster warning active for any more trouble.

AUTOBASE; open (especially to M'stra)

[yourlittleguy.livejournal.com]

The world was burning. The City was in chaos. People were panicking and dying, in need of a leader to show them that hope was still possible.

And Cheetor was stuck in the Autobase with the dog, pacing at sixty miles an hour.

"Slaggit!"

He was mad that Sentinel had resigned him to guarding the base. Who was going to come after the base? Who, at a time like this? He should be out there! He had the speed, the skill, the rank to be out there rescuing people and getting them to safety. Not indoors! Not inside, where he could smell the oil and fire in the air but could do nothing about it. On the couch, the puppy whined and put her head on her paws. She smelled the unrest too, and he couldn't blame her for fidgeting.

"Girl, quiet down. Come on, at least you're indoors. You're okay. Unlike me," he added resentfully.

[ooc: this bendy timed to before M'stra and Sil depart for DC by shadow-travel]

[martianmonster.livejournal.com]

M'stra had someplace to be, but Karu-Sil was still getting herself and her pack together, figuring out where they were headed, so M'stra had thought why not have a bit of fun on the homefront before departing for DC?

Why not visit an old friend?

She hadn't been at the Autobase doors since she'd left behind that dying little dog as a gift for Cheetor. How fitting that today her inadvertent tipster and his devoted pet were all that she could sense inside.

She just knocks on the door, in human guise for now because why not? Surprise was fun.

Around Avengers Tower

[victoriaous.livejournal.com]

Media coverage? Check

Avengers Tower defense systems activated? Check

As far as Victoria was concerned now, the tower was impenetrable from those bloodthirsty vampires. So far, the tower hadn't even been touched by the monsters or missiles, but she wasn't going to take any risks.

Once the tower had been secured, Hand made sure that the press was aware of her Avengers' efforts and where they were, linking them to video feeds from Norman's armor, showing his rescue of civilians, whatever footage she could get of the others working, and even her own group moving through the streets an protecting the area around the tower.

This was too big to just stay in the tower and watch. They didn't have HAMMER troops that she could coordinate here, so instead she'd taken to the streets herself with a small squad of soldiers.

"I don't care how you do it! Destroy every last one of these monsters!" She ordered, leaving the tower and shooting down each vampire she came across with silver rounds. Why the tower had silver rounds in its reserves? When you lived in a universe like this one, she and Norman actually agreed it was better to be prepared for anything.

The creatures were fast, almost too fast for any of the soldiers to track and shoot down. Thankfully, Hand had made sure she brought along the best Osborntech she could get her hands on, and used one a time bomb to slow the creatures down to a crawl before they all ganged up on a group of people.

"Kill them now, while they can't move!" She ordered, running over to the frightened civilians.

"Go to the Avengers Tower. You'll be safe there," she told them before moving on, keeping her eyes open for one of the other Avengers or anyone that could help get a handle on the situation until Norman returned.

Victoria wasn't the best fighter by any stretch of the imagination, but she would not let anything happen to the area around the tower, her fear drove her to keep going. Not the fear of these creatures that were attacking, but the fear of what Osborn would do if she screwed up.