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.

Comments

Re: The Major's Airship

[sable-cloak.livejournal.com]

Turrets swivel in his direction, but with all the lines of fire converging there's no way he could hope to avoid being hit. He does what he can though, banking and turning. Up ahead he can see the tracers converging on him, and he makes another effort to avoid them, but all his skills cannot prevent the bullets that slam into the small craft.

Even after the successful hits with the missiles and the ship's own weaponry, the Shadow had remained quiet. Now, as he works to defy the decree for his death, he lets rip a wild, taunting laugh.

Re: The Major's Airship

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Anna sees the incominng fire on the Shadow's gyro, and snarls. "No you don't! Guys, if you can hear me - shoot down everything heading for the copter!"

Anna scrambles to take her own advice, with the Compass and the rapid-fire crossbow spitting weaponized emotion at the gun turrets - and their ordinance.

Re: The Major's Airship

[nightstarrising.livejournal.com]

"Got it."

She turns around, flying at top speed as she shoots more starbolts at the incoming missiles and drones. The bullets were a little beyond her field - she, unlike certain others, was not entirely faster than a speeding bullet - but, she was quick enough. And if the man in the plane had to bail out, she could at least get him out of his situation before he fried.

She hoped.

Re: The Major's Airship

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

A few of the drones managed to evade the shower of acidic breath and curved around to try to come at Ysera from the side. She swung around to face them with a snarl and backwinged sharply as she brought her tail up and forward like a wrecking ball to sweep the drones from the sky.

The lead drone managed to fire off a missile before it was batted aside with her tail. Ysera reached out with a foreleg and caught the missile in her claws. It detonated as it struck and she hissed and tossed aside the shredded remains.

She beat her wings hard, rising quickly and picking up speed as she curved back toward the ship. As she swung across over the top of the zeppelin's envelope she spat repeatedly, sending globs of acid mucus at the ship to chew more holes in the envelope and wipe this eyesore from her skies.

As she banked sharply to come back around for another pass, she spotted the others fighting the airship converging on the other small aircraft. The small craft was burning. Faintly she could hear laughter from the pilot and...

Ysera swung her head around quickly to stare intently through her eyelids at the pilot. His dreams were fiery death. Mutual destruction.

She hissed and rolled over in the air, folding her wings close.

No. His death would not feed the dreams of madness and world ending war that wrapped the massive airship like a shroud.

She snapped her wings open with a great booming of air to level off, rapidly overtaking the small gryo on it's collision course with more missiles and then the airship itself. She reached out with her foreclaws to snatch the small craft from the air and pulled it in against her chest as her jaws gaped to spray the oncoming missiles with her acid breath. Pulling in one wing, she banked and rolled into a dive to avoid crashing headlong into the airship.

[liebe_krieg]

"We got one of them! We got- oh shit." As Ysera's breath ate more holes in its envelope and superstructure, the DEM II was beginning to sag out of the sky, trailing smoke, bits and pieces falling off it. It was losing altitude slowly, but it was still definitely coming down.

[sable-cloak.livejournal.com]

The Shadow was looking to take out as much of the DEM II and its threat to the city as he could, when suddenly his crippled craft was being literally snatched out of the sky. He hung on as the large green dragon banked. He was thankful for his time as a pilot, as he was certain he may have otherwise gone unconscious from the forces of the aerial maneuver.

"Point me to the turrets!" He shouted upward at her. He only had a missile or two left and some ammunition and he wanted to make certain it all went to use before he took any more drastic measures with the flightless gryo.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

"You've done more than enough, and I mean that with the greatest respect, sir," Anna said. "We'll make sure the Badyear Blimp can't do any more damage!"

She fired both grapple-fists at a turret and, yanked at high speed towards them, proceeded to literally rip it apart.

[ofthedream.livejournal.com]

Ysera leveled out of her dive and circled to climb back up to the airship. As The Shadow shouted up at her she dipped her head down to eye him with one closed eye, head cocked slightly. Then she lifted her head toward the airship again and pumped her wings to climb rapidly.

She jinked side to side to avoid the spattering of fire from the ship and spat an incoming missile out of the sky as they approached from below. Then she shifted her grip on the gyro and rolled sideways to aim the small craft's nose at the undercarriage of the zeppelin and the turrets guarding it's underbelly.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Anna took that opportunity to dive between The Shadow and the incoming fire, dialing the Compass to a symbol of an anchor, for hope that the personal symbolism of an Anchor would substitute for techinical knowledge of the symbology of Lyra's world.

Fortunately, it seemed to work, as a shield of pure sanity (http://www.nervarchives.com/images/icon.200x150.sahaqiel2.jpg) sprung into being in front of her, projected by the Compass.

"I hope you have a parachute, because I can't keep this up forever!" Anna snarls.