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@The Ground Team
The Wreck of the Crusader
Eli clenched his jaw and whispered a curse to himself.
"Fine," He snapped a moment later. "We'll go. We'll take anyone who can walk."
Captain White had always known that the life of a solider would require him to make some tough calls, but not like this. He had never dreamed that he'd have to life a ship full of men to burn in Hell.
"Those who can't fight are under your protection now, Mother." Eli gave his orders without meeting the Demon's eyes. His shame prevented him from catching her eye. "If any of them wake up or some survivors come down from a higher floor... they'll be taking their orders from you. Keep them alive, would you? Dying in Hell... God only knows what that would do to your soul..."
"We can't wait any longer. We need to move."
"Yeah, Silque and Martin are right... If you can walk, follow Scott. If you can carry a wounded solider, take one. If they slow us down... we then they'll have to stay."
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@Team Leave
The Endless Plains, Blackheart's Realm
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Stepping out of the wreck of the Crusader felt like stepping into another world. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. The scorched wastelands seemed to stretch out forever. The Netherworld's surface was void of all life. No trees. No bushes. The flat, dry landscape was only broken up by a series of jagged jagged stones that curled over the Chosen's path like twisted fingers. The air was humid, hot and hard to swallow. It stank of brimstone. It was Hellish. It was Hell.
"Get back," Scott ordered, pushing his men against the wall of a nearby ditch. A demonic patrol soared over head. Their visage was just as foul as it had been at the Citadel: they were as pale, thin and blistered as they had always been, only now a pair of bat like wings carrier each unit across the bloody sky.
"Since when did Hell have a security patrols..."
"Since the Black Army started digging trenches and building anti-aircraft canons..."
"Of course... they were expecting an attack... How far out are these canons?"
"It's hard to say. About a Mile or two East of here, maybe?"
Eli set one of his men down against a nearby rock and scowled.
"We'll need you to take us there."
"No."
"No?"
"No. You don't understand what you're up against. You know nothing about the forces Blackheart has at his disposal. Marching on one of his outposts takes months of planning."
"And we don't have months. Sooner or later, the Fellowship are going to take down that warship. A fleet of star-ships is about to fly through that portal straight into that trap. Tens of Thousands of soldiers- good men, young men- are going to die unless we take out those canons. Unless we do something, that blood will be on our hands."
"And if we try to fight the Black Army now, we will all die. We need to get back to the Cave and gather the rest of the Hellions before we even think about engaging with the Black Army!"
"Ever second we waste, we're a moment closer to loosing this war! Don't you get it, Scott? Their lives matter more than ours. More than your band of hunters. More than mine. Dammit, man! We can't wait around and do nothing!"
@Takumi @Raynar Saassin @amwexia @GroundTeam
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@Team Stay
The Wreck of the Crusader
As soon as the Hellions and the War Council passed over one of the large rocks in the near distance, and second thunderbolt rippled across the sky and struck the earth beside Big Mother.
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"Low and behold, a wandering soul!" The Reaper cried as he emerged from the column of light. His 'assistant' followed, his arms bound by to his chest be a tight straight jacket. "And a mighty one, by the looks of things! Alas, I had expected little opposition! Just fodder for my blade! But it appears as if fate has bless you and I, aye, Cunber?"
The Beast-Man beside him simply snarled.
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"Mmmmrrrghhh...."
"A man of few words, and yet so wise..." The Reaper jested. "I take it you'll want to fight the big one? And I shall be left to mow down the nameless grunts? Sounds fair to me. Now." His turned to address Big Mother directly. "Kindly step aside, so that I might be able to reap your friends and that my friend might be able to kick you? So asks.... the Grim Reaper!"
@Jeremi (undecided: @Crunch @Crow @Lucky @York )
@Air Team
The Battle of Odyssey, Above the Hell Portal
"For Arfoire" The second woman taunted, mimicking Brave's voice. "Please. You Secularists are all the same. We've heard it all before."
Stretching out her arms, the Tuffle's power surged forth, forming an sapphire barrier around her person. Magic's aura clashed against her own, sending sparks flying across the skyline. From behind her barrier, the second woman folded her arms and laughed. "Hey, Oren! I like this one! I'm calling dibs on her body once we've crushed their fleet!"
"Whatever, Kamin! Just try to leave her in one piece, 'kay?"
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A sonic-boom shook the skies as Kamin unleashed the true power of her stolen body.
"Can't make any promises, bro! We haven't had a fight like this since the Citadel! I'm gonna savor it!"
In a flash, the Tuffle lowered her shield and planted a quick sucker punch on Magic's cheek. The strength of the Super Saiyan was enough to send the CFW soaring back across the void and straight into Brave and the Droids horde.
"Come on! Where's that 'wrath' you promised me! Come on! Up and at 'em!"
@Raynar Saassin
"Oh, come on!" Oren sulked. "That's gotta be cheating!"
[Krack-oom]
Kolin's ship was scattered to the four winds under the force of the Tuffle's attack, but, my some miracle, its true target had avoid harm. Kolin's gambit had pain off--- she slipped past the warships' shields and struck its launching deck with a crack.
[W-Hey! You're not supposed to be here!]
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A droid groaned from its behind one of this launching bay's large plasma canons. The mechanical man raised its rifle and prepared to fire. But before it could fulfill its directive, its plan was cut short. A large metallic object crushed him. It was the crumbled wreck of a Fellowship star-fighter.
"Hey! I said get back here!!!"
With a roar, Oren launched himself across the battlefield, a large metallic object in his arms-- another Fellowship star fighter
He threw it across the launching bay. Steel screeched and sparks flew. The star fighter turned droids and small ships alike to pulp as it rolled across the deck to reach Kolin.
"Roman!" Zamasu's voice crackled from Roman's radio. "Focus! Kolin needs you!"
@amwexia @Yun Lee
THUNK!
A large chunk of metal plating suddenly goes flying off the top of the debris pile, slamming into the ground next to the so-called 'Reaper' and his ally. A blackened silhouette slowly rises from the pile; it's telltale crimson coloration and a multitude of spikes being recognizable to Big Mother as Eliphas. The Dark Apostle rolled his neck casually, eliciting a few muffled cracks from underneath his armor. He turned his helmet downwards to identify his esteemed guests.
A low and level chuckle left the helmet as he started down the scrap hill, swinging his Accursed Crozius by his side like a pendulum.
"Aah, and here I had feared I would not find a supple offering for Khorne. I don't think you've realized the mistake you've made, little man."
The Inheritor ended his march by Big Mother's side, planting his Crozius into the dirt. Arcs of violet psychic electricity danced between his fingers, a muted buzzing filling the air.

"You will not be walking away from this one."
@Sark @Jeremi @TeamStay