Sans_the_Medic wrote: ↑Wed Nov 06, 2019 10:00 pm"With all due respect sir, me and Sopmod, as much as we've... Had our differences, have fought through a lot together. These dinos aren't even third place in out toughest enemies to fight. Well, infrantry wise at least. As long as we don't run face first into one of those bug mech things, we should be able to deal with any threat we come across down there."Guy of G wrote: ↑Mon Nov 04, 2019 9:57 pm“Sending people against something they have no chance against is foolish, barely anything we have is on the level of that monster. Hell, did you see what it did to the Getter Arc? Laid it out like a cardboard box.”
Baku and Takuma bristle at the rather insensitive reminder that the Tyrant had utterly dominated and humiliated them earlier in the battle and did it while it was crippled at that.
“The old man is half right though, the few of you capable went off without a concrete strategy in the event one of those things was active. We cannot afford people acting like they’re the chosen one or some other inane shit in this final push, it's vital we destroy whatever research they have before the Dinosaurs retreat or else we’ll be seeing entire squadrons the likes of Bug Jr. over the skies of Europe very soon...”
“Hey I was making do with what I could, I TRIED to make a plan everyone ignored me.” Rob complained, Jackson however...
“You should’ve tried harder.”
“Oh for fucks sake...”
“As for you two its simple, I will be piloting the Arc with Takuma and Baku to lead half of the Getter teams in infiltrating their underground by boring a stable tunnel that will bypass the defenses topside and divert their attention towards our little spelunking expedition.” Jin began addressing the dolls.
“With Getter’s tunnels you robots and FPA spec ops units will get a means of entry into their facilities so we can we can try to get a good picture of their actual strength and numbers, kill or destroy anything that looks important and lastly; locate where the grand prize is: The main research labs.”
One of the Getter corps pilots mouths off to his chief’s plan.
“This plan reeks of desperation, how are we going to fight these monsters in their own domain? Even if they’re insanely weak to getter rays.”
“There's no other option, the only realistic way we’ll crack the fortress they turned that national park into is with a G-Bomb. And we all know what the dinos are keeping underground.”
“Ok, but what exactly are we gonna do with rejects like that fox girl and the mercenaries?”
The pilot points to Nyra, the foxgirl as she slept in the room without a care in the world. To which Jackson simply shrugs.
“Think of it this way, they’ll be shooting at the FPA less with them running amok the front, especially since it was all due to them that “Bug Jr.” didn’t get the chance to turn our armor and infantry divisions into atoms. And besides, you think I’d throw my men away into a deathtrap just like that?”
“Glad to know you’re giving us the greatest possible assistance Captain...”
“Live with it, you crazies have gone through worse.”
As the two commanding officers discussed the mission the MPs escorted two newcomers into the briefing room. They were of the Mercenary group hired to participate, one was a man in a suit and the other was a scarred woman with a hardened look.
“Where is Rasputin? He is absent still, he doesn’t seem to be the type to sulk off after being scolded...” She inquired.
"STAR, I wouldn't be so sure... From what I've just heard these guys are tough... Those mechasaurs in that hangar would probably be stage 2 to 3 ELID tier, if not worse. I agree that we could probably handle most light threats but..... We certainly could use some backup. Is there anything we can bring with us that would allow us to keep our relative concealment but work as insurance for if we encounter any heavy enemies?"
However before the officers would be able to respond, the screen at the head of the boardroom would flicker online; displaying a logo of a black-trunked tree with red leaves and a white double helix around it for just a few seconds before a face appears. "Sorry for interrupting, everyone. My name is Admiral Jordan Groves of the SAS Halcyon Glaze, a Skirmisher class battleship. I don't know if your orbital command team has informed you of us but I'm just here to say we're finally getting our air raid underway, so hold on to your hats. Over and out."
Over the coasts of Italy then came a dot on the horizon, then another, then dozens upon dozens and then several hundreds of strike craft of various sizes and roles; charging their thrusters towards the dino defences and all bearing the insignia of the shadow alliance. AA defences turned towards the mass of oncoming threats, but were suddenly detonated by missiles coming from out of nowhere; the Shadowstrike stealth bombers they had launched from shimmering into view as their advanced camo systems failed for but a moment before becoming completely invisible to detection. Of course not ever defense was taken out and soon the sky was alight with defensive fire. Ships dodged and weaved, numerous caught in fire and destroyed - some with pilots bailing and others dying before getting the chance. However there were many numerous more that were getting through.
Mechasaurs would begin to tangle with Eagle interceptors and Destiny fighter jets, ending with the SA jet craft's high maneuverability and turning (and especially the Eagles' missile dumping capabilities) making many costly losses for the Dinos. Of course, this wasn't saying the Mechasaurs didn't get kills back. The two factions locked in a battle for air superiority bost lost large numbers of units, but the SA was suffering cheaper ones as when a mechasaur killed a air unit another took it's place. This battle would not be sustainable for too long for the single carrier, but for now it was still causing a severe and serious problem for the Dinos.
And then the Halcyon Glaze fired it's first bombardment salvo. Missiles launched from the underbelly of the battleship slamming into defensive bases located by overlord recon craft flying high in the sky. It was good damage. Not enough by FAR, even in total with the air battle, to put the dinos on the backfoot or in a losing position; but certainly helping the invading force all the same by offering at least some severe competition for aerial superiority.
“We have our weapons expert onboard the Whale, Dr Shikishima will likely be willing to give you what you need.”
Hayato finished talking and brings out a smartphone out of his pocket to start a video call with someone particular.
“Yes Hayato? Any of my precious weapons you need? Or maybe there’s a child acting up after your hellions were too-”
“Close, there are combat androids with the Mississippi’s compliment requesting anti-Dinosaur weaponry.”
“Ooooh! Warbots! Can I see them? Can I?”
“Try not to get too excited, or disappointed.”
“Come now Hayato, a warbot is a warbot! Who could be stupid enough to-”
Hayato turns his smartphone screen towards ST-AR and Sopmod, showing to the T-Dolls that the person on the other line was the very image of a mad scientist, complete with wild, graying hair and… A metal plate covering the upper right quarter of his face.
“Oh come on, those are just two brats. You were never the one to pull jokes on me Hayato! It's not nice to pick on the elderly you know!” The Doctor began to sound offended.
“This is no joke.”
“But… Who puts a warbot in a dress?! Or gives an AR-15 to one to fight Dinosaurs? That thing is fit only for exterminating vermin! Humph! At least if I made it, it would be as powerful as an antitank rifle... maybe more!”
Already aware of what’s going to happen in the next 30 seconds, Jackson motions Xavier to come closer.
“If worse comes to worse, take them to the armory and show them the backroom.”
The ghostly native american merely nods, as enigmatic as always.
“With all due respect, old man, we’ve b-”
“Wow okay that’s kinda rude STAR…” Sopmod interrupts
“Shut it. As I was saying; with all due respect, we have been etched to use these weapons for our entire operational career and are highly effective with them. If you were to give us an anti-tank rifle it would make us arguably less combat effective. I suggest you leave the AMRs to dolls like M82 and PTRD.”
“Yeah, our weaponry may look kinda dinky but trust me, we’re the best of the best; 16-lab guarantee!” She nods happily
“God you’re insufferable….”
“Love you too sis~”
“Eh, I can get unsuspecting guns but that's all you have? I expected wondrous machines of death and destruction! You’ve got hidden weapons right? Tell me you can shoot beams from your eyes?” The eccentric scientist began to pull back his eyelids to express his point.
“Can you combine?” He pounded both fists together.
“Oooor do you have self destruction codes that activate a nuclear blast!” He threw his hands back into the air.
“Uhhh…..” Sopmod and Star exchange confused looks “....Why would we need or have any of that exactly…?”
The man seemed almost shocked, as if a machine built for combat being that bare bones actually...took him aback.
“Why wouldn’t you? All the other robots from other worlds seem to have beautifully crafted weapons of warfare, ah if only we were present when they escaped maybe I could have been killed in the magnificent collage of carnage they left…” The strange scientist was actually beginning to look sad he was not reduced into paste by the Dinosaur Mercenaries captured near Hive Kumanus.
“One thing you need to take into account sir is that we technically aren’t military-grade units. We’re close to as military as you can get from IOP or 16-lab, yes, but we only have some military grade components. Our power doesn’t lie in overbearing weaponry or massive size, it lies in subtlety and being covert. In layman’s terms, we don’t need to level 3 city blocks to take down a single hostile, unlike some of these ‘super robots’.”
“Yeah, sorry to disappoint but we’re not made to be terminators. You want that, go talk to Sangvis ferri- oh wait, they went genocidal because their daddy died and then were torn to shreds by BETA after our paradox cascade or something like that.” Star sighs, “Though I guess I should at least thank you for not calling us bloody sex bots… You are the first one here, honestly. Fucking perverts…..”
"Those are the best kind of weapons! I bet you haven't seen a chaingun shoot missiles before either, you would learn to appreciate Getter's arms when you see a pack of Beast Warriors bearing down on you!" The Doctor seemed even more offended that his contributions to warfare were considered wasteful by these...maidbots pretending to be soldiers.
“So what exactly do you brats need if you can only use one weapon? Can you even use anything else? Who even designs a robot to be so confusing?! If you are going to send a robot to the battlefield why send ones who look like little girls?” The Doctor asked loudly.
“Humans that want to make humans that act like humans and then prosecute and discriminate against them for being too human…..”
“We can use any weapon pretty well as long as we have training, just our etched weapon we have perfect knowledge of. It basically becomes a third arm.” Sopmod answers, shrugging.
“Fine just don’t lose it, or fall in love with my creations or something, I couldn’t bear the thought of it if you took them just to willingly and unconditionally spare a living creature deserving of a glamorous demise!”
The AR dolls once more exchange a confused look. “I mean…. If they surrendered to us, though I suppose that’s rather unlikely, there’s no need to waste ammo so…. We aren’t going to kill just for the sake of it, if that’s what you’re saying?”
“Yeah, that’s really kinda wasteful… And against several conventions….”
"Bah at least make the deaths you deal gloriously visceral all I ask, also take pictures! Back to the point I just keep hearing rumors of a driverless car falling in love with Sportscars and pursuing them in the heat of lust! I can’t afford AI’s to just randomly fall for my works of destructive art and abscond with them you know. " The Scientist went on about an utterly bizarre tangent.