DOOMWAR: Part One: Firestorm

It all started from a simple thing.

At the height of the Great War - the first World War - a small kingdom in eastern Europe was sent into disarray by a coup, and a revolution. The royal family divided, the interloper seized power and killed King Johannes von Doom, banished Queen Ophelia, and damned Prince Otto to what would have been a life of obscurity. Ophelia, foreseeing that her son would be left alone in the world very soon, spent her every waking moment teaching him magic and how to survive by principle of the very arts that Elysia was famous for. Of gypsy blood, Ophelia was soon hunted down and patronized by the acting usurper king.

Burned at the stake like an animal, Ophelia left Otto with one last weapon with which to contend against all who would stand in his way: hatred.

Otto constructed his first suit of armor while traveling the mountain ranges dividing Elysia from Croatia and Romania, enchanting it in the process with the spells that his mother taught him. By the time World War II broke out, Otto ceased to be a dethroned prince cast aside along with the refuse. He would never be anyone's puppet, nor would he lose the country that he loved to power-hungry tyrants ever again. He led a revolution and took the throne, but the usurper king never resurfaced. Otto did not realize it at the time, but the cretin who had killed his mother and father was actually a cosmic pseudo-deity named Rama Khan, whose very presence could only spell disaster for mankind. His purpose in fiddling with Elysian politics seemed like debased entertainment.

But, perhaps, Otto would never have become the true emperor without Rama Khan's guidance. Of course he would never admit this or even allude to the possibility.

Seventy years later and his crusade of knowledge was drawing to a close. Doom would soon have everything he needed in order to conquer all of time and space, or at least the material fabric exclusive to the Vine Sphere. At this point in his life, Doom found himself staring into the same eyes that began him on this quest. Rama Khan resurfaced in India, bringing with him a means to destroy the human race once and for all. If this were not enough to force Doom into the fray, the insufferable worm also wore an obscenely necessary jewel. The unmistakable glow mimicked an ordinary emerald. However, upon closer inspection using his familiarity with the series of gems, the omnipotent overlord managed to pinpoint the source of its hypnotizing power.

"Does he honestly intend on taunting me?" Doom dismissively spouted.

"No matter. The abomination will soon no longer have custody of it,"

Doom continued to his perch atop the highest point in his castle. The tower and balcony gave him a perfect view of his kingdom's capital in Doomstadt. A utopia - one of the few places on Earth where mutants and humans were not at each other's throats. Even now riots started breaking out on an apocalyptic scale in neighboring Croatia due to the recent slugfest in Gothic City. The violence was stopped from spreading by the imposing mountains, like any invasion from past centuries had been, so Doom did not explicitly concern himself with such petty grievances. Instead, he leaned onto the stone guardrail, carefully pondering his next move.

"Like a game of chess, one does not send kings where only pawns are needed. I have waited long enough. Daemon must be informed that his nemesis Rama Khan is laying the foundation for mankind's downfall. A world where Doom is not master is not a world worth having, after all," he thought.

The Eternal Emperor had already sent Skjovald many weeks ago with the information required for Daemon to be prepared. This also coincided with Doom's first visit with the Vice President, one where he explained the situation between him and Rama Khan* for the first time in seventy years.

"Right now, SWORD (@agent_musashi) is mobilizing at Daemon's behest. Their arrival in India will secure them a base while simultaneously giving me an opportunity to steal the gem from Rama Khan. Meanwhile, Alexis (@thee_champion) will be noticing something. His status as the illustrious attack dog of the UN can only go so far. Can he not see that I am trying to help this world to a brighter tomorrow? His interference is only stifling progress. Bah! What do gods know of progress?"

His Lordship continued to pace around the castle grounds, tracing the old hallways and wizened libraries where dust never settled.

"I hardly expect Rama Khan to be so easily defeated. Perhaps this is a perfect opportunity to accomplish another task - secondary by nature, but still necessary,"

Doom descended the imposing spiral staircase down into his laboratory and observed the main computer screen staring across the room at him. Each of the monitors displayed bits and pieces to one of his most hated symbols. Red absorbed into yellow until the stereotypical diamond shape took form and the accursed 'S' stood out proudly like an obnoxious boil.

"Men follow their kings to war - but when the Apocalypse is nigh, only Doom may command gods."

*(see posts #146 and #150, Serenity and Hope)

Four hours since the three air carriers left SWORD's ground headquarters in space elevator they reach India over the city of Surat. Two dozen F 35's and circled the three air carriers while the three a carriers are filled with gunships and VTOL transports loading up and ready for battle. Agent Musashi standing on the bridge of the middle air carrier barks out orders, gives tactical assessment and prepares for the worst. Soon as they pass the city of Surat a spot 20 bogeys on their radar that were not there's coming right at them a dozen of the F 35's break often engage to F 35's go down in immediate and loud BOOM from plasma energy weapon fire from the enemy fighter like VTOL's. The other remaining F 35's engage spiral acts twist and turns weaving in and out of clouds when it F 35's fires to its missiles and destroys one of the enemy VTOL fighters, as to enemy VTOL fighters heads towards the first carrier its large six triple barrel 200 mm deck guns opened fire with flak rounds destroying both of them instantly as the forward carrier launches more fighters does it to assist the already engaged F 35's agent Musashi's air carrier launches one of its new advanced anti-mutant heavy gunship known as the falcon. The falcon takes off immediately fires two of its missiles newly advanced missiles that can track its target for 50 miles an destroys to the enemy VTOL fighters, and then circles around destroyed others when I get shot down by will at passing enemy VTOL fighter large exploding like sounds fire off from the six deck guns zoom agent Musashi's air carrier and destroy the VTOL fighter. When the remaining F 35's they're still live destroyed the last of the enemy fighter VTOL's they land on the rear carrier for rearmament and fueling.

As half a dozen of the F 35's that were remain regarding the three air carriers go in front of the first air carrier the lead pilot spot something in distance, hiding behind the mountains a large sphere shape ship about 500m in diameter he replies with a shocking statement saying," holy crap look at the size that thing", reporting on his duties he reports it in saying, "this is viper 12, an unknown sphere shaped object is behind the mountains in front of us, over"! Just then does a bright light from the center of the sphere shaped ship then a small but large beam came out from under it destroying two of the Ford F 35's and severely damaging the third as it cuts through the fourth engine of the forward air carrier the air carriers left side starts exploding, upon dozens of debris start falling from the sky as the forward air carrier starts crashing down to India! Musashi looks any years over the radio the captain of the forward air carrier yelling, "Mayday Mayday Mayday this is the Trident were going down I repeat we are going down critical loss to main power grid other engines are shutting off we cannot stabilize flight a repeat we cannot stabilize flight"! Agent Musashi gets extremely pissed off grabs the radio and message the Trident saying to them, "you all be remembered in Valhalla we will miss you all"! He then salutes them and when he on salutes be takes up the radio and switches to a different channel a private channel only known the one his right-hand man or should I say woman, Claire the best sharpshooter on three planets including earth she carries a one-of-a-kind sniper rifle that has one-of-a-kind ammunition that the metal is neither made on this planet he yells over the radio at her saying," Dragon one take out that damn beam weapon right now"!

Is clear gets out for bunkbed inside agent Musashi's personal air carrier grabs her sniper rifle lows it caulks it and runs up to the flight deck as she opens the door to the flight deck the the large beam weapon passes right by them destroying two more F 35's but barely missing their air carrier as the both of air carriers break off she yells to the bridge saying,"WTF are you doing i need a clear line of sight keep her straight at the target"! She then lays down on her chest pulls out the bipod of the sniper rifle and looks through the scope aiming at the sphere shaped enemy ship where it's beam weapon is located over 30 miles away she checks the wind gust as she optimizes her scope as she concentrates on her target she blocks out everything around her making it seem like she's in the empty black room. She then hold their breath lines up takes a shot she fires her sniper rifle the blood goes past the speed of sound three times over within a millisecond destroys the enemy beam weapon somehow some how being enough to disable the ship it pulls off hiding behind the mountain even more all fighters engage the target as she gets up from lying on her chest she folds her bipod backup takes to clip out of her sniper rifle puts around her back and walks back into the air carriers interior. Not much is known about Claire a.k.a. Dragon one other then she's a last resort to anything that will threaten agent Musashi she's not just good at being a sharpshooter but she's good at sidearms as well so good that she can physically then that the bullet just by turning her gun while she shoots(as seen in the movie WANTED).

As the two remaining air carriers fly off towards the mountain as sphere shapes ship starts flying towards the ground crashing into India they wonder why they didn't detect it and how many died on the Trident they wondered if they'll ever get back home and a wondered if they'd have any mutants support but thou's all in the back of their head right now they had a job to do their job was a takeout this enemy and its weapon of mass destruction that's what they were here for this is their job, because when SHIELD is not available SWORD picks up the slack and that's what it's doing today. As agent Musashi plans the coming battles he reminds himself of the true plan he's been planning this for over 10 years and what this incident he is derailed most of his plans or at least put his plans and harm. As the remaining 16 F 35's land on the remaining two air carriers one breaks off to the other end of India as a backup plan as agent Musashi's air carrier the Transcendence moves on ahead as the VTOL transports are loaded up with special forces soldiers.

Outer Space

Drifting in tame taciturn, his herculean frame partially enshrouded by the hard blackness of space, effulgence stemming only from the distant radiance of the searing white Sun. Arms of immaculate sculpt remained crossed before the iconic 'Savior' symbol festooning his chiseled chest, his demeanor temperate as denim blue eyes transfix themselves on a far-flung blue dot. In these recent times, man has become a source of sempiternal disappointment and grief. The destruction of Gothic City brought forth by the flaring ire of mutant-kind so long discriminated against by their hominid-sibling, humanity. And now, Doom promises to rise and become that which he believes he was predestined to become, the master of mankind, the globe's absolute monarch.

And in this era of unceasing plight, the world cried, and so The Champion came as an answer, the answer to all who cry out for peace. Still Alexis knew, he recognized that even one imbued with the power of a god would be no force to stop Doom. In over sixty years of life, never has the Herald of Hope encountered a singular force, an entity comparable to the deistic power harnessed by the Iron Tyrant. "But that won't stop me", his thought affirmed. Motivated by the deeply ingrained, noble ideals of his generation, the New God burst forward, accelerating towards the distant Earth. "I hope Xenon has had enough time to organize the Venezuelan military for this conflict. I'll need all the help I can get". Blitzing past the azure planet's moon, the God of Tomorrow's archangelic features lit up.

Venezuela

An indescribable source of cosmic prominence beguiled his soul, one of the Infinity Gems, it's ethereal resonance originating from the Asian continent's India. "The Soul Gem". Fervently entering the Earth's atmosphere, his soaring frame's blistering velocity compressing the air before him, superheating it into an enveloping cone of lambent red. Meteorically descending from the thick layer clouds, the sharp, loud crack of thunder tore the sky asunder with a vehement roar, the pressurized, rapidly heated air dispersing. Decelerating, the Red & Blue Icon fulminantly landed before the palatial abode of the Supreme Chancellor of Venezuela.

Dominantly standing before his troops, a Vibranium spear in his right palm, his left resting upon his belt, the King of Mutants had amassed an army comparable to that which had once attacked Venezuela all those months ago. Technologically advanced ships with the capability to render ever the strongest, most diverse military might brought to it's knees and the man power of a thousand empires condensed into the most elusively elite the Utopian army had to offer, hand picked VLA elite by the Maestro himself, each adorned in Vibranium weaved suits. The Mutant King smiled, yet inside, knew this would be the worst conflict in a generation, gazing up at the sight of Thee Champions anticipated arrival as the New God landed. Instantly met with a thunderous applause from the Venezuelan army, Xenon greeted his friend, "Alexis. I hope you enjoy the view" casting a quick look back at the army which had rallied under his cause, the King continued, "Luckily my appeal to the war council was a success. Now, what is the plan of action? Give us a target, a location, anything - Our army will dominate all" An indomitable smirk decorated the Chancellors features, having full faith in this military.

Kill Kahn

That was their objective two simple words. An action and a name, any method would do so long as she played apart in the execution. The complex mind of hers deducted that Doom would want to make the deciding blow, that however didn't alter their course. Blood was their intention a most murderous ambition. However the desire for death seemed small, Hex speculated only Kahn and his allies were the only people to die. This bothered the alchemical genius as she'd of preferred genocide. She imagined turning cities into colossal microwaves liquefying every living organism. But no mater.

"Hexxona, Luna, Salem go to the designated marks don't worry about me." It was with these words Hex's trinity dispersed. They'd stand in places equivalent of nowhere. Nobody would likely expect them to be up to anything just tourists. However the trio would allow for a alchemical circle base. Should the witch of chemistry need large scale moves she'd have them. Now all she had to do was find the god like mutant who only came when he wanted.

She wore a stealth suit of Keresh design with alchemy enhancements. It rendered her almost entirely invisible, in her palm was a small radar. Using damaged tissue in the streets of Gothic Hex had a base DNA imprint. The small radar was designed to look for the closest thing to that DNA. She'd follow that to find the Titan, the mutant marauder would show, somebody in Doom's scheme would grab his attention and when they did she would be there.

Her first attack she plotted to use would be to use her telekinesis to press a alchemy circle at the giants feet, and then play her trap. It'd release anti material particles into the air that almost instantaneously would erupt with unrivaled cataclysmic force. She sought to be unseen until she could blow Kahn apart entirely. Hex was to kill Kahn and she'd seek to do so from the very start.

@agent_musashi: (Hey, hopefully you don't mind me jumping in, I saw the opportunity to do something heroic, haha, lemme know if I crossed a line I wasn't supposed to and you want me to delete my post)

Tearing through the sky...

"Where are you taking me?" Kai yelled as he hurtled through the sky in a streak of blue.

"Us." The helmet replied, not audibly, instead its reply echoed in the mind of its confused hostage. "There is no me. There is no you. Only us. We are Pantheos." The voice sounded like the boy's own, but distorted, like it had been digitally combined with several others.

"If that were true I'd know where we're going!" Kai snapped back, his eyes rolling in his head as he tried to make sense of the scenery flying past at an alarming rate. "All I know is I woke up in an empty house with no idea where I was or who I am! I see a helmet, I put it on, and next thing I know I'm... Is that... Are we in India?!"

"Correct. WE are in India."

"Wait, how do I even know what India is? I don't know anything, I don't remember anything!"

"Correct. You do not know anything. Together we know many things." Pantheos soared into the sky, hovering above a trio of helicarriers and an escort of jets. "Life before today is not relevant. All that matters is our mission."

"And what is that?" The kid retorted, as explosions began to fill the air below. A shot of pain blasted through his skull as some of the jets below were blasted apart.

"Saves lives. End pain." With another mighty explosion, one of the helicarriers began to plummet as one of their engines was demolished. Pantheos fell faster, diving towards the ground and propelling himself towards it with a blast of energy. Once he had passed the soon-to-be-wreckage, he fired his energy in the opposite direction and positioned his body beneath the behemoth. Placing both palms against the bottom of the ship, he pushed against the colossal force of gravity, to no effect. "We must extend our protection field." The helmet ordered, much to the confusion of his young wielder. "The forcefield surrounding us. It must be extended. Must cover the ship. Will be easier to lift." Without really knowing what he was doing, Kai extended the forcefield, as the blue energy began to spread across the bottom of the helicarrier. He felt a drain on his stamina with every extra inch, but with gritted teeth he managed to slow the descent of the ship. It was still falling, however, and while the impact would no longer do much damage to the vehicle, Kai was now trapped beneath it.

"Wait for the moment." Were the helmet's instructions, as the ground approached quickly.

"Wait." His arms felt heavier as they continued to fight against the inevitable pull of the earth.

"Wait." He could almost taste the dirt.

"Time to go." The forcefield disappeared as the rear of the helicarrier landed on the ground and, with a blast of energy, Pantheos rocketed through the tiny gap between the front of the ship and the tarmac below. Looking back at the helicarrier, it was most certainly grounded and had suffered severe damage in the crash, but slowing the fall had saved countless lives on board, not to mention those in the city below. Kai had been so focused on trying to lift the mechanical marvel that he hadn't even considered where he was going to drop it. Fortunately, his other half did, and had landed the helicarrier on the runway of Surat Airport. "This is a good start." Hummed the helmet. "But there is much death predicted today. We must do all that we can."

@agent_musashi:

Thomas Bastion was right next to agent Musashi during the whole situation with the Trident. As he ran around the main deck of the ship barking out orders- which, were not followed, as he had no major authority- he turned to his boss. As he stormed up the stairs leading to where he stood, he stood over Musashi with a glare that could kill someone if it could.

"We have to go back for them. We don't know if their dead or not." He snarled. "We could be leaving our own men in hostile territory. If we turn around now they might still have a chance. I'll go myself if you won't agree to it." He said, storming off to a large box he had personally brought along to the Transcendence. Pressing a button on it, steam was released from it as it's front opened into four sections- each section holding a gun or two and several clips of ammo, as well as some small replaceable parts of his. Grabbing the parts and also the guns, he swiftly wrapped the straps of his assault rifle around his shoulders and turned to his boss.

Also snapping on some wrist blades to his vibranium armor, he heard the metal scrape against the floor as he waited for a response. "All I want is an F35. Anything else you want to give me is 'preciated. Or I can just go alone. I can survive the fall..." He rambled on for a short while.

@emperor_von_doom:

Dust gathered on his feet as the man draped in war-torn rags, opening a brand X wrapper that contains a solid irradiated bar of Adamantium. A health bar fit for a devourer, taking one big bite that is fast enough to 'snap' the treat in two. Teeth 'bending' the plates inside his mouth as he casually enjoys his snack. He hears that in some part of Africa that even his warlord friend has problems raiding [@xenon_: ], it has a certain metal with a certain taste. After this venture the devourer will assist his friend in Muti, also to gnaw upon whatever resources they may possess. It will not take long for him to arrive, as he brings goodwill and assistance the the man on the other side of the moral boundary. Morals. Useless. They delude humans from what they can accomplish, yet like religion they fester.

India is a fun place to be, the traffic is even worse than Jakarta. People are trampled over vehicles and there are even the destitute amongst the shanties that clog the roads, for him this is a good deal. He can project over a couple of hundred people are headed to places, they are still a city away from the hot-zone but to him they present a good 'warm-up' meal. Whereas the bar is not even an appetiser, frigid walls enclose an entire highway. Harder than tungsten steel, baffling the authority figures emptying entire magazines trying to make a dent. Ice baffles them as they knew it is not part of their climate, the Devourer will eat a bit then leave the rest to the Rakhsasa. His friends living in the area that love the taste of human meat the same as he does.

~A couple of hundred lives later~

Teleport. He did not know, but the meat-puppet that replaced everything over his left elbow does. It tells him where to go, what to do, when to do , who to meet, how things work, why they are. A chill of ice can be felt as he stood several steps behind the magnanimous overlord. He can 'taste' the leaking power, and it does feel good but instead of surprise attack he announces his presence. "I have come from a land afar, similar in intent, willing in aid." tall in a way that dwarfs the tallest pro wrestler, dressed in a manner that resembled one with his briefs and knee pads. His left arm is a creature that oozes slime, lis facial features are a mixture of apelike and leonine characteristics. Teeth sharp enough that they cut the tension. The Devourer is here, and he has come to help.

@salem_hex, @pantheos, @agent_musashi, @_atomikill_:

I had dreams once. Aspirations. Then, Armageddon.

Imagine entire cities left empty. Countries going to war, but in massive droves and battalions. The gods even joined us in those days. They were careless and violent deities, and massacred many men. Eighteen days did the Kurukshetra War endure the light of the sun. Each morning saw the battlements drenched in blood, and the battlefield drowning in corpses. But still we fought on. For prince and pride, we kept raising our sword-arms until our muscles burst. Many legends were born in those days. Only one is still alive.

...

"I am finally reawakened,"

The thick metallic drone of the cosmic terror known as Rama Khan flowed over the decrepit valleys of ancient India, its rotting temples and endless jungles hiding many secrets. The Primarch of Primordial Mutants had ordained this day to be the one to finally reveal why his moniker contained such mysterious and foreboding terminology. Several weeks ago, an archaeological dig ended with the disappearance of the team involved. No evidence could be tracked because, somehow, the trails leading to and from the site vanished shortly after the microphones clipped out. Nearby surveillance squads were unable to locate the point of entry into the underground tomb.

But what began as a mere catacomb could not be fathomed by the mortal eye. Instead, an entire metropolitan landscape made its crumbling abode in the Indian canopy, buried by thousands of years of neglect and shame. The city harvested no human remains, but those of ancient mutants, whose DNA still hovered in the dust. Rama Khan focused specifically on eight of them. Those eight once worshiped by cultists calling themselves the Followers of Ancient Chaos. A modern debauchery of the rightfully powerful and godlike mutants of the distant past, the notion of a religion based on his comrades gave Rama Khan a slight twinge of anger.

"Now, it is time for you - my brothers - to join in this crusade against those who have wronged you,"

From his midair perch, the Data Emperor raised both arms with the hands outstretched in a fashion as if to grasp something. His considerable power began to raise the very earth, crackling each and every centimeter of the underground monoliths from their captive states. Millions of tons of various minerals were thrown into careless upheaval - the side effect of his Goliath demonstration of ultimate mental supremacy. After retrieving the object of his desires, Rama Khan observed his handiwork.

Most of the forest immediately underneath him had fallen flat, replaced by the towering black spires as well as truly gargantuan architecture dedicated to the antipathy of ancient gods. Waterways that once ran dry now overflowed, renewed by the presence of the one true king of the massive and empty metropolis. Perhaps the nostalgia stung him deeper than anticipated, but Rama Khan began to smile. All eight of the so-called 'temples' were still intact, their number reflecting that of his comrades entombed within the structures. He had imprisoned them within immortal slumber long ago, before he departed for the stars, and promised to return at the destined time.

The time of humanity's reckoning.

"For far too long were you tortured in life by humanity, and even in death your corpses were not left untouched - instead made into idols and fanatically worshiped. How fitting that the humans find solace in death while they are the ones who punished you with it,"

Rama Khan moved towards the first temple, that of the Blood God - the most militant of his comrades. Perhaps, in western religions, he would be War of the Horsemen, but it seemed that battle approached the Beginning and the End before he could spell the genocide of humanity once and for all. He halted if only to spare a split second to shoot one of the insipid air carriers out of the sky. The insignia upon its broad flank appeared to read as 'SWORD,' perhaps a counterpart element to the SHIELD enforcement agency that seemed to be curiously absent from the fight. It did not matter as of this moment, for Rama Khan drew closer to global annihilation once he -

"GRAAAH!"

The pain did not fall short of familiar. Antimatter bombs were commonly employed against him as a last resort by many technologically advanced civilizations across his entire plane of cosmic conquest. Though the attempt was admirable and he did feel part of his biomechanically enhanced flesh start to melt in the initial stages of the explosion, he simply split into two halves to minimize the blast and proceeded to turn the energy inwards towards itself, nullifying it into an implosion instead. His carbon copy vanished with it, but his stellar regenerative healing replaced the damage almost instantaneously.

"Impressive. Humanity has really gone so far as to enlist the help of the remains of a dead Imperium to stop me?" he remarked, knowing the scent of Symaarian blood - or at least, a derivative of such.

"Your people were among the most difficult to humble. But now I see that there is one more I must kill. There is always one more Symaarian somewhere in the galaxy, it seems like,"

His molecular structure began to alternate and shift into something gradually more terrifying. From his standing position in the reanimated city, his flesh began to rise above even the mighty buildings drawn from ancient dust. A venerable titan, Rama Khan became more than three hundred feet tall, casting a shadow over all who defied him.

"Come! There is death enough for you all!"

Her target created a clone to bear the front of the attack violently imploding her attack futile. She didn't take time to assess the degree of success or failure it wasn't a kill time to move on to another attack. Her foe grew into a giant, a towering behemoth of power, her thought was whatever. Larger the target easier to land a hit, imposing move to many equalled nothing to the Apex of Alchemy. The remark was geared at her, but no sign of her position was given. He had a base idea of who she might be to an extent but no idea of her location.

Reaching out with her mind so as to not compromise her position she attempted telepathic communication. "I have no affiliation with humanity indeed you just might be more like me then my employer ever will be. Goals and plans are preset though, today I seek your demise. As for the race you think me of, that was another time and another dimension it means nothing now."

With telekinesis the invisible witch had planted a alchemy symbol on a building between the giants legs. She turned it into a barrage of melta bombs. Aproximantly eight Titan class variants were shot upward ready to go off with their potent load. She followed the attack with a leap at the war lords back unseen and unheard most likely untill she landed. Her goal was to plant a dual quartet of alchemic potency.

Her hands and feet sought to plant a symbol that would alter the body. He could manipulate his flesh and muscle all day, however what if it was made into the weak flesh of a human? She in essence sought to turn a quarter of the mans body into flesh of a mortal man. Her vectors sought to turn bone into thermal nuclear warheads. To transmute shoulder blades into powerful explosions.

She'd land on the rooftops moving to do her best to again become a ghost on the field.

@pantheos: @_atomikill_: @agent_musashi: @warsman: So much chaos bound in one place was sure to attract attention by the wrong people, or cosmic beasts.

The Final Predator corkscrewed out of the ocean, pellets of water running off his scales like marbles on a slope. He raced overhead towards the source of action that had awoken him from his slumber. Fighter jets flew overhead as sirens blared over the coast; Goliath laughed at the fighting as he watched from afar, his voice booking over the landscape. Goliath however had no intention of destroying the carrier, he had more important ideals planned ahead. He wanted to just blast it out of the sky with a single breath and be done with them, but sadly The Devourer had to keep it intact. It pained him do so as he powered down his supernova beam he flew towards the aircraft.

As soon as he became hovered over the airship he looked down towards it, it certainly wasn't as durable as he, destroying a vulnerable target like that would've been a cake walk. Goliath wrapped his hands around the Helicarrier and began tipping it over playfully, taunting those inside of their impending doom as it plummeted to the Earth.

Goliath swung himself under the carrier and began raising it back up into the atmosphere, leaving it to crash into the Earth would only succeed in destroying it. The airship proved no match for the strength of Goliath has he began steading it out and raising it farther up, though saving the humans instead of destroying them felt uncomfortable a strange change that disgusted him.

@_atomikill_: @xenon_: @emperor_von_doom: @warsman: @_goliath_:

As agent Musashi's air carrier humbles to the ground agent Musashi and Claire ran out the side door onto the carrier deck and jump off as if implodes into the ground as they stagger up the seed the last of air carriers in India been destroyed he gets on his handheld radio and says to all remaining forces that are still live, "fall back repeat fall back all SWORD forces fall back will regroup in the Pacific". As agent Musashi and Claire run deeper into the forest heading towards the capital of India to hitch a ride to one of their advanced aircraft carriers in the Pacific he switches channels over till more long-range channel and calls ground HQ he then yells for the sat phone, "code black a repeat code black longitude 4877° latitude 599° take out that damn beast it took my carrier down"! At the same time in orbit the Weapons platform A.M.C. Starts heating up and aiming for the beast it took down agent Musashi's carrier at those coordinates.

As the last remaining dropship picks up agent Musashi and Claire they fly off at full speed towards Pacific Ocean the remaining survivors from the first carrier coming down and being saved were already on board the aircraft carrier waiting for them. Thanks to Kai they were all rushed to the carrier faster than transports could get there and were immediately put in sick bay which is now filled to the brim. As they reached the Pacific Ocean and almost at the carrier agent Musashi gives the order over the sat phone to fired the A.M.C. which has a destructive power of the atom bomb the fire at the beast that took out his carrier will little radiation because the ion conductor array there was no fallout only a massive destructive power that could decimate a small city it was only used for intense situations like this as a weapon primes the fire a takes a full minute and a half with a large beam of light it fires its large cannon striking the area where the beast was walking detonating with the force of the atom bomb that hit the two cities in Japan!

Not knowing if the beast is injured dead or otherwise they land on SWORDs aircraft carrier the beginning counteroffensive. Little did they know SWORDs flagship is heading towards India as well the Freedom is the most advanced ship SWORD owns and has the firepower and the defenses to take on these hostile's in India. On the aircraft carrier it's a bad situation hundreds dead hundreds more wounded most in critical condition agent Musashi gets up to the bridge and opens secure channel to King Xenon, "Xenon we require meta human help we got hundreds dead more wounded three of my carriers gone If you attacking will have enough time to engage counteroffensive with her experimental's"! Down the infirmary Claire liens against the wall watching all the people in pain and suffering she ponders if one of them would be her if it wasn't for agent Musashi she walks out of the infirmary and calls in a favor to her mercenary friends over her sat phone.

@warsman@emperor_von_doom

It was go time with Rama Khan showing himself in India it was only a matter of time something happen .He got his order from Emperor Otto von Doom to go to India and join in the already big fight that is going on over at India.Ptolemy was told by the Metal Emperor himself to not take out Khan but to take out the weapons that Rama Khan had .Ptolemy had assembly half of his drop ship fleet that had twelve drones in each ship .The drones themselves carried heavy weapons from light machines guns with armored piercing rounds to heavy beam weapons that could but holes through a tank like it was nothing .He had half of the drop ship fleet that was in a total of 15 ships that also carried laser turret on the underneath of the front of the drop ships with hellfire missiles underneath the wings of the ships.

Ptolemy saw the chaos that was happening where Rama Khan was.Seeing the carriers in mess and saw that he was not the only one here.He tried to ignore the situation that is dealt with the carriers and move towards the main task at hand the weapons system that Rama Khan had. "Alright I want the five drops ships to drop off drones in the city while the other ten to open fire at the designate weapon system that Doom put in the target systems when five ships are done dropping off the drones which are going to move throughout the city to get to the weapons from the ground and when the ships done with the drop off will try and take out the weapons from the air and then five ships from the ten that is trying to take out the weapons from the air well drop off the drones in the city and the last five will do the same Ptolemy over and out."Ptolemy explain the plan to both the pilots and the drones over the radio.

He saw from his ship that the city was in chaos with people trying to get out this situation was indeed bad but he need to take out the weapons before the worse happens,Ptolemy was in his command ship that was going to land on a in the first wave of the drones in the city.When the command ship landed on a roof that would fit on it.He activate the holographic table to overview the situation with the drones should be on the ground moving towards the weapon from the ground and take out anything that would do them harm.The drop ships that zoomed over the city and got closer to there targets.The ten drop ships that were in the air moved towards the weapon systems and unleash there payload with red hot beams that would cut metal like it was nothing and the hellfire missiles zooming in the air to try to hit the weapons systems that were the targets.In the command ship Ptolemy stood up in the command ship."Ptolemy to Doom we are in position and firing on the weapon systems I hope that your right about this." He knew that Doom was right about the weapons but still he had a small doubt .He scratch the back of his head ."This is where the really fun begins ."Ptolemy said to himself while the lasers and missiles aim for weapon systems in the city.

"And so, fire rained from the sky, the earth began to crumble, and the oceans boiled,"

Rama Khan had come too far now. For five thousand years, he planned to annihilate humankind. He did this in secret, and with only the stalwart ears of Amaranth to hear him. How did so many know of his plot? Surely Amaranth did not fall so low as to scream bloody murder for all minds to listen to. The meteoric resolve of the alchemist struck him dearly, pinning him to the ground on one colossal knee through virtue of an unfair advantage brought upon by his enlarged size. His wrath did not simmer, however, and his power only doubled as he reached towards the sky, hearing the fast approach of a mighty energy signature.

The monolithic orbital strike hammered into the palms of his enormous hands like water against stone, pounding ever deeper into his biomechanically superior flesh, tearing into bone, obliterating muscle and ages of progress in one fell swoop. His shields were too weak from the devastating blow wrought by his smaller, more alchemically skilled opponent. Now he faced the full brunt of a battle station hanging beyond the atmospheric layers, swamping his body in untold bastions of destructive rays. However, he wore not an expression of pain upon his face - but one, instead, of pure joy.

He had long ago siphoned off the bottoms of his feet like roots towards the power cells of the nearest weaponized core, that of the Blood God. The energy he continuously weathered was being redirected with every passing second, strengthening the ancient mutant and slowly reawakening him. Rama Khan began to stand again, finding concentration enough to sprout miniature versions of himself along his back in order to harass Salem Hex once more, each of his copies donning different armaments in order to keep her from adapting too easily to one strategy. Another massive explosion ripped through his innards as one of these copies turned into living flesh and popped like a pimple, leaving a horrendous wound that Rama Khan was forced to simply close for now. The Data Emperor once again found his rightful place as the dominant force on the battlefield, and scattered the remaining shards of energy from the orbital laser around him, causing catastrophic damage to the jungles and to the armies of SWORD hovering around them.

"My word is law, and I say that the Apocalypse is nigh! Gone are the pathetic creatures known as Homo Sapien. Now, the time of Homo Superior has come!"

He shrank down to his normal size, flying away from Salem Hex as she hung about two-hundred feet off the ground, and landed in front of the door leading to the chasm of the Blood God, a hatch that slowly opened as he observed its progress. Two mummified hands forced the hinges wide, desperation for life still as strong as ever. But Rama Khan noticed something amiss. The body of his ancient mutant comrade had withered beyond even his abilities to mend. The flesh crinkled and withered even as he walked, and he shuffled forward without a purpose, his revived brain cells already melting into nothingness. The corpse fell flat on its face once Ptolemy's artillery bombardment struck, each shell striking the surface of the reanimated city and causing calamity.

"If only their tombs were not opened prematurely by the cults who worshiped them as deities," Rama Khan responded to his failure as his metropolis burned around him.

"No matter,"

Returning to his gargantuan size, Rama Khan stared down the path of the walking reptilian supernova, knowing him to be the most dangerous obstacle to overcome in this sudden battle royale. If he had time to prepare further, then he would have succeeded in raising perhaps just one of the Eight Gods. But in the end, the result would have been the same. He was old. He needed fresher servants.

"Rama Khan will persevere!" he shouted, splitting into three and simultaneously engaging the Goliath as well as the others in combat, saving one copy for the remaining air carriers while focusing the efforts of the third on Salem Hex and the drones Ptolemy unleashed.

For the lizard, the first Rama Khan spared no expense. The form he took would be one of constant change, flowing like water so that the monolithic monster could not land a guaranteed hit using any ranged blasts. Their battle would be decided in melee range, with Rama Khan taking on spiked maces, shock collars, and various other devices used for pinning the Goliath in place and pummeling him. The same strategy could be said for the second Rama Khan's advance upon the air carriers of SWORD, however long whips would replace the shorter-ranged variety of weapon found in his duel with the solar system-eating salamander.

For Salem Hex and Ptolemy, the third copy of Rama Khan reserved a special brand of punishment. Knowing Salem's dedication to the alchemical arts, he sought to counteract this by changing his flesh into metal and summoning different versions of himself from that metal. These were different from those Salem faced earlier on Rama Khan's back, however, as they were given the gift of alchemy as well and used their giant host as a means of unlimited ammunition. This giant effigy of Khan turned into a turret of unmitigated firepower, every pore dedicated to ranged combat on an unimaginable scale.

The world burned around them, and in the end that is exactly what Rama Khan wanted.

@warsman: @agent_musashi: Goliath dropped the end of the cruiser and rolled onto the deck. Without a glance back the artillery rolled off his scales like it was a paintball round. The Creation hastily tore the radio tower from the bridge of the carrier and sent an electric shock rushing through; leaping away from one of the trio he pulled the tower over his head and sent it spiraling towards his stomach with nearly millions of amps rushing through the metal beams.

Goliath, attempting to make sure he doesn't get attacked by behind, began exerting an energy release over his scales, burning up anything to that comes in too fast. Tone prepared for a attack from any direction Goliath's fins on the rear of his tail flamed up into living suns, but far too small to cause any global warming catastrophe.

As Goliath turned to the third and rushed towards toward him, attempting to tackle him off of the carrier and onto the power plant below. Goliath came expecting to just take the carrier and be done with it but this being had matched his size and had even made him face a real challenge. Though due to the circumstances The Great Devoured was forced to keep destruction on the carrier at minimum, hence why Goliath was taking the battle to the city streets below. Where Goliath could stop playing defender and designate not only the challenger but perhaps the whole city.

The master of the Canadian Utopia commanded the world's largest metahuman population, some of it's most sophisticated technology, all the resources of a massive mega-corporation; a lion's share of the world's left-over technology from the hierarchy conflict, and lucrative alliances with alien powers. He was very possibly the most politically powerful figure in the world, with the capacity to nuke the world into ash or crash the world's economy with a keystroke. He could have become the next Hitler and launched a world-wide offensive and attempted to conquer the world, he might have even won.

But Aleksei had every intention of living up to the promises that made him Prime Minister of the most powerful country on Earth, he would bring the Transhumanist revolution to the world and improve the lives of all for the better. He wasn't simply a preacher of the benefits of post-humanism, but also a practioner; bonded with his nanosuit made from his own refinements to advanced alien technology. There was no longer any distinction from man and machine. He could take on any shape he wanted by reshaping his nanites, he could be organic, mechanical, or something entirely different. Quite literally, all the resources of his office were never more than a thought away, and his own body had become a superhuman marvel.

Still; managing Canada's contributions to the war against the Hierarchy often meant he was unable to focus on more earthly matters. Still, there was the matter of a literal tinpot dictator to deal with. He had read the files, he had his agents everywhere; ensuring that the Maple Leaf's vigil would always be kept. The recent NSA scandals the Americans committed, and that mess in Crimea paired with the goodwill towards his government for virtually eliminating conflict between it's supernatural, extraterrestrial, metahuman, non-organic, and mundane populace and it's massive funding of developmental programs and war effort against all sorts of invaders; all made sure that the spotlight was kept off of him.

His musings were interrupted when his view-screens were filled with the image of an official of the Adeptus Astartes, a woman clad in blood red and masterfully crafted power armor with the symbols of ravens adorning it; the proudest sons and daughters of the Imperium of Man that formed the bulwark against the Hierarchy from it's throne on distant Chiron. As he owned much of his gains to the Imperium and their allies such as the Novus, he knew better than to dismiss the call, and quickly brought it to the fore with a single thought.

"Ah, Strategos Maven; how may I be of assistance?" Aleksei said, the Strategos giving him a nod of acknowledgement.

"Kaetzar's greetings upon you Prime Minister. You are aware of the situation developing on your world, correct?" She said, wishing to leave as little words for the Hierarchy or the Imperium's other enemies to intercept and decode.

"Yes, SWORD seems to have picked up the case." He said, the Helmet clad figure's lenses seeming to shutter briefly.

"It would be unwise to let the situation escalate further. We are currently preventing the A.N.S.C from deploying it's own orbital munitions and cadre of Frankensteins to minimize collateral damage, and an appropriate degree of force from our end to resolve this issue would violate our desire to allow the Earth to handle it's internal strife until it is ready to join us. I would advise you to handle the situation before the A.N.S.C does something foolish." Maven said, getting a nod from the political titan of the world.

"I'll see what I can do Strategos." He said before Maven raised a hand to bid him to stay and hear him out.

"We have also detected chaotic energies from the emergence of a creature not prominent since the Symaarian Imperium, not to the degree of the primary four deities or the traitor ordos in service to Xaraghoul, but enough to raise concern. You would do well to prepare yourself against the supernatural."

"I wouldn't have survived this long and gotten this far if I didn't have a plan for every possible kind of enemy, Maven. Knowing Doom, he probably wants something from the thing, but isn't willing to take it for himself. I've watched his play in Gothic and the Balkans, he's a canny man, but I'm not letting him get a free pass anymore." He said as she closed out the transmission, turning to another set of screens and bringing up his own personal war-room.

"Should we sound the alert for our heroic populace and the military, Prime Minister?" His secretary asked before he dismissed her offer with a hand wave.

"No, if SWORD felt the need to deploy orbital firepower and the situation is still continuing; then the majority of our heroes are going to be a non-factor at best, a hindrance at worst. Besides, there's way too much political baggage involved with calling in the armed forces, even the PMCs." He said as his nanosuit's external layers shifted, the human-guise melting away as the true shape of the armor was revealed as he rose from his chair.

"Dramatic as ever I see." His secretary snarked.

"I thought I told you that I was the fun Prime Minister." He said as he strode towards a special section of the wall; where with a single thought he revealed the armorsuit he had kept at the ready for high grade threats like this. Ever since the Hierarchy war; he rarely needed anything more than the base nanosuit, but it seems that now would be a good time to start seeing how it worked outside of tests.

"Should I inform your...high risk contacts?" She said as the suit opened up for him, accepting him inside of it and quickly linking to the nanites that made up his body.

"The Primalborn are a last resort Beth. I will play literally every card I can before I call in the thunder-tykes. I'm not comfortable with that much power being released near the Earth in the hands of mentally scarred thirteen year olds. Besides, all this problem needs is a sharp dressed man." He said as the famed ZZ top song quickly started to play from his speakers, getting an eyeroll from his secretary.

"...Really sir?"

"Oh now you just ruined the one liner."

"It wasn't a particularly good one."

"Oh hush now." He said as the launch silo doors in the chamber opened, giving him a clear shot skywards.

"So what's your plan sir?" Beth asked over the airwaves.

"It's a bit complicated, but it involves rustling his jimmies and informing him that he just came to the wrong neighborhood."

"...Do you have a plan that isn't a reference to internet jokes?"

"Well I could always rick-roll him."

"Nobody's done one of those unironically in years sir."

"Fun Prime Minister Beth, Fun Prime Minister." he said as he took off to the skies and rocketed through the Earth's atmosphere and up into space to avoid collateral damage. Crossing thousands of miles in a split second, he made his descent towards india; carefully managing his speed to avoid causing a major catastrophe just through his arrival.

@xenon_: @_atomikill_: @salem_hex: @shadowswordmaster: @_goliath_: @agent_musashi: @warsman: "When I woke up today, I wasn't quite expecting Gongen from Asura's wrath to be squaring with Godzilla, I swear if this guy turns planet sized I'm going to upchuck." He said as he analyzed the situation from his rapidly descending vantage point.

Deciding to target the second Rama, Aleksei activated the kinetic force concentrators throughout his suit and set himself into maximum speed mode; intending to smash into the mutant with as much force as possible. All the force of a fair sized meteor concentrated into a single point on his fist as the burning green-glow of dark glass powered rockets flared around it, the fires forming into the shape of a falcon.

"FALCON PUNCH!" He shouted, consciously refencing what he believed to be a truly timeless meme as he threw the punch at just the right moment of impact; the rockets and repulsors going into overdrive, aiming his sudden strike right into the face of Rama Khan, aiming to throw him as far back as possible as he outraced his own sound thousands of times over, impacting with the force to cause a mass extinction event to rival the power of a supervolcano or a comet; with every last PSI of force being concentrated into a single point for maximum damage. If it impacted, it would make an all consuming reverberating thunder paired with the prominent shriek of a falcon being blared through his speakers to let the world know he had joined the battle.

Tapping into systems he reverse engineered from the Masari, his suit's visor let out beams of hard-light with powerful FREEMS that could bring even high end meta-humans to their knees or bore through miles of solid rock while a series of missiles streaked from his shoulders; all loaded with special warheads that for a time, turned all electrons caught into positrons; tearing apart the chemical bonds that hold matter together and ripping away electron shells from atoms now left to collide with one another thanks to their sudden momentum; all while the positrons would undergo their fatal attraction to unaffected electrons and detonate in an annihilation of equals and opposites.

With his SANTA enhanced mind letting him plan strategies and fight with the combined knowledge of humanity, or at least the parts accessible via wifi, he was able to fight with tremendous skill and reflexes far beyond what he could as simple meat. Here, his mind told him to follow up with a flurry of Vibranium razor discs with launched at escape velocities with hyper-sonic shrieks from a protesting sound barrier from his suit's wrist launchers with the roar of electromagnetic devices; engines programmed into the discs ready to direct their own advance and hopefully absorb enough energy from the creature to explode and deal further damage.

But he knew that with such creatures, he couldn't just stop. . He utilized his own Masari enhanced technology, fire stolen from dead gods to attempt to close off the brain of the Mutant techno-sorcerer. Arcane technologies developed by the former rulers of the cosmos and reverse engineered, to a lesser degree admittedly, sought to strike at the thought processes of Rama Khan, any disruption in his mind would be welcome as he demonstrated the fruits of what he had gained from studying the long abandoned Masari outposts in forgotten corners of the Earth his corporation jealously guarded whenever the Imperials, A.N.S.C or their allies were not available for the task.

Fruits such as the temporal-manipulation device he employed to slow down time, giving him much more room to act to come in for a rapid barrage of fisticuffs, throwing each punch deliberately and with force, seeking to destroy this body as quickly as possible, each punch being thrown being accompanied with the crack of sonic booms and the twitching of artificial musculature as his suit blurted out "Maximum speed mode" with a droning, feminine voice.

There was a problem with the Alpha strike strategy of course; it showed his hand quite quickly. And if Rhama was as old and familiar with science as he said he was, he couldn't discount the possibility of the Khan being at least passingly familiar with the technology of the Ring-Makers and the chosen of the Primordials. If Rhama survived or even started countering; Aleksei was likely in for a rough time. But the Prime Minister of Canada had a literal army of favors to cash in, people to call on to answer his call to defend humanity. He just hoped what he had would be enough.

"Okay, so we totally just saved those guys. Go us!" Kai grinned as he flew away from the helicarrier. "What's our next move?"

"Come! There is death enough for you all!" A menacing voice burst forth from the three-hundred foot monstrosity on the horizon, apparently the cause of the ship's crash.

"Well, I guess we should take down that guy... Fire torpedos?"

"We have no torpedos. We help. We do not harm."

"Hold up..." Kai stopped and hovered in mid-air, staring with a newfound sense of fear at the looming monster. "Are you telling me that we have no way of actually stopping this guy?"

"We have limited offensive options at our disposal. We are not a weapon. We are a shield."

As the monsters clashed violently, Pantheos looked to the city below, where a single step from one of the titans above would spell immediate destruction for the civilian population. While the gods engaged in glorious battle, none thought of the consequences of their actions, they failed to consider the ramifications of every punch. The air carriers were dismantled in the sky, flames and debris fell upon the city below. Kai felt their pain as if it were his own and, as their screams of terror echoed in his mind, he realised his purpose.

Using his empathic powers as a radar to detect those in need, Pantheos flew through the city and helped the evacuation. Where fiery rubble threatened to crush the innocents, he erected barriers to protect them as they ran to safety; he rushed into burning buildings, carrying children out of the fire and into the arms of their parents; and, using his powers to direct the people, he lead the exodus out of the city and away from the danger. Flying above the evacuating people, the hero watched the battle from afar, ready to summon shields if any danger reared its head.

1240 hrs. somewhere in the Pacific Ocean on the SWORD aircraft carrier Valhalla remainder of the F 35's land after getting refueled at eight Indian airport sub crew members on the deck lookouts and in the distance and see the cloud where the orbital strike hit but no explosion hour ago SWORD wants the reconnaissance drone to see the damage they have cause and see if they killed the monster seeing the city still intact and being evacuated they had high hopes for survival for them as they looked over were the blast hit they saw nothing down in CIC below the decks of the ship agent Musashi looks at the screen and utter disbelief and sorrow for as plan has failed his last dish effort to kill this monstrous beast that took out one of his carriers. And now to giant beasts are battling it out in the forest area near Surat agent Musashi then ordered the constant strong back as another officer attestation says to agent Musashi," Sir United States is fourth Fleet requests to join us", agent Musashi replies," let them we are nothing loser now we actually do you some supplies". The United States is fourth Fleet consists of 21 destroyers and one carrier USS Alabama while SWORD's fleet consists of one carrier the Valhalla and seven Ali Burke class destroyers from US a loan if you will from Pres. stark. With this sleep they can help out the Indonesians evacuate India says the fleets join up to together a large hum can be heard echoing throughout the fleet agent Musashi knows exactly what that home is its from SWORD's flagships engines the freedom. Agent Musashi then says with a concerning tone," well sht, the boss here"!

Agent Musashi then walks up to the flight deck opening not last door on the side of the flight deck as he opens it he sees the freedom hovering up in the air about 7 yards from the carrier. Agent Musashi getting all nervous he waits Mr. yashimora on the flight deck thinking you'll get fired for what he is done firing orbital weapon at a nation without permission. The freedoms hangar opens up and launches a transport flying towards the carrier as a transport comes to the carrier hovers over it landing going straight down like a helicopter landing on top of the flight deck out of the way of any Jets that would land or take off side door opens of how the transport calms Mr. yashimora with a pissed off look agent Musashi approaches them salutes and then apologizes by bowing his head and respect. As agent Musashi races his head it comes in contact with Mr. yashimora's fist as he pummels to the ground agent Musashi stunned is greeted with a loud anger tone saying," are you out of your mind, it almost hit Surat there's hundreds of thousands of people there will again not demoting your ass let alone put you in the brig,I will probably after since I have to take into my own hands now, I contacted Pres. stark WMDs will not work in this case so I'm going in on my own I called stark to see if you can get a hold of those meta-humans in Venezuela to back me up"! Mr. yashimora replied as agent Musashi got up from the white background after being punched by him.

@warsman@salem_hex

"Get us in the air right now."Ptolemy yelled at the pilot as the building underneath of them begin to crumble .Ptolemy's command drop ship started up and took off a couple of feet above the crumpling building .The situation now was getting more intense with a new factor coming in the warzone right now.Ptolemy order the pilot to move away from the center of the city as soon as possible.He notice that the successful strike on the weapon systems went as better as expected but he lost two of the now fifteen drop ships that were now in the air and the one third of the drones that were on the ground were destroyed but this was a given for the case that they were in.

He saw in horror the insane power that Rama Khan had in him and wonder how some like Khan had control of it in the first place.Seeing that the city is now destroyed and his drones are taken care of anything that Khan had still intact and the drop ships that were now out of the missiles but stilled had the beam weaponry still doing the same as the drones on the ground.He saw both in wonder and in fear seeing that Rama Khan split into three different looking Khans which still was a problem but what was a bigger is that one of the Khans where heading towards him now.Seeing the now metal looking Khan coming right towards him taking down three more drop ships from the air.

"All units take down that Metal Khan right now."As the metal colossus coming closer to the drones that were in sight began to fire what ever they had still.One of the drones jumped on block and fire it's heavy beam gun like some of the others that had the same type of weapons also did when they saw the metal Khan while that was going on the remaining drop ship broke from there current mission and at the metal Khan at the arms, the legs , and the head of the metal Khan hoping it would bring it down.The command ship was still in the air with Ptolemy coordinating the attack on Metal Khan.

@_atomikill_: @emperor_von_doom: @warsman: @_goliath_:

"Are you out of your mind, it almost hit Surat there's hundreds of thousands of people there will again not demoting your ass let alone put you in the brig,I will probably after since I have to take into my own hands now, I contacted Pres. stark WMDs will not work in this case so I'm going in on my own I called stark to see if you can get a hold of those meta-humans in Venezuela to back me up", With an angry tone saying a Musashi. Yashimora then got back in the transport ordered the transport driver to go back to a ship and they flew back in the ship as they got to the ship he had up towards the bridge court or through corridor climbing up ladders until he got to the top floor where the bridge was he then set out loud, "all hands sound general quarters", enough said replied and repeated what he said to all decks on the ship, "general quarters, general quarters is not a drill". the lights in the ship dimmed and turned it dark red all the men got to their stations of the hundred and seven crew aboard the freedom the core the engine glowed to a bright baby blue as the engines were pushed to their limits to get to Indian time before anymore destruction. Yashimora contacted the USS Alabama saying, "this is going to be a coordinated attack you want you to launch your cruise missiles at the target I give at the coordinates as well as launch all your fighter-bombers I'll be launching all ours and hit them with everything we got so we can give me time to charge up my main cannons on the Freedom should be enough to injure it I don't know if it will do anything else but a give us something before you get the second satellite in-line since now in India all been evacuated we can use our secret weapon"! he hangs up the communications built-in phone on the bridge right next to him and his ship heads off to the last known coordinates of the three down carriers at India where the orbital strike was launched. US Naval fighters F-16s and F-22's take off cruise missiles start firing and head towards the target but monstrous beast it took down the three carriers and the other large beast that came out the mountains as the fighters engage both giant beasts they dodge their attempts at May out melee combat with the fighter Jets, as SWORD's flagship the Freedom is offshore over water it charges up its main cannons as it comes out the front of the nose of the ship like deck guns coming out from underneath the deck a cup to come out for me side of the ship out of those small reddish blackish charge at the back of the barrel starts up an officer on the deck says to Mr. yashimora, "I'll take about 30 seconds to charge up the main cannon Sir"! as a cruise missiles strike their targets they bounce off to skin like was nothing explosions not doing any damage fighter Jets machine guns and missiles early leaving any scratches at all he's just far and off offshore for them not to do anything to room with coast combat but the shields of the ship won't hold up forever they can only take so much if they get hit!

Then as the positron cannon reaches 100% an officer in a deck says, "Sir main cannon at hundred percent"! yashimora then yells, "and nothing up both of their asses fighting and FIRE"!!

The gun fires of the main cannon the nose of the freedom with tremendous force positron hyper cannon as it's known creates a huge crater and lots of dust and smoke, from the awfully powerful blasts coming from the ship maybe not as strong as satellite but I has a different purpose, to injure not kill at least in this case! the destructive force the blast destroys most of the forest and the mountain that the ruins ran or one of the beasts came out from unknowing if they were her injured or destroyed since it take up so much trouble and dust Mr. yashimora puts the main weapon on recharge mode it recharges in one minute. It repositions itself outside the firing range of the giant beasts as all the forces that are provably attacking at the Jets fighters in the cruise missiles went to a halt in the Jets landed to refuel and rearm Mr. yashimora then ponders what is thumbs tweaking them back and forth back and forth hoping he did some damage besides doing it to the landscape. meanwhile the fleet miles behind the freedom in the Pacific Ocean await their next firing order as agent Musashi and Claire wait on the bridge of the SWORD aircraft carrier they see no ending to this fight.

Meanwhile

at the Hub SWORD's headquarters in space sword members try to contain this incident all over the news by given them and feeding them limited resources blocking airspace over India and taken down any networks and know too much especially of the satellite weapon firing. With the AMC add a commission due to enemy attacks the last and final hope to quell this monster us battle is their new satellite a space gate that will deliver Mr. yashimora's people and their fleet to earth little by little From P2X997XG a planet twenty light years from earth, it will look like an invasion at first when they see that their firing at the right people and not them they'll understand least that's what Mr. yashimora hopes. So far 17 destroyers for battleships and one dreadnought have come through the gate getting in the fire positions in orbit around Earth this fleet is a last resort because they'll be nothing left to India if this happens and all be SWORD's fault there is no in yeah anymore! So before he could fire he has to go for the world Council the group of every single leader on the planet will make a vote fire or don't fire?

"It is time,"

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A combination of Earth's mightiest, regardless of personal preference for preservation, brought the Primarch of Primordial Mutants to his knees. All three titanic copies were extensively damaged in a series of counterattacks, ripped apart to a point where they could not operate at full capacity without coming back into one singular Rama Khan. Curiously, the Data Emperor started to quiver and fell to all fours, confidence replaced by desperation. He had underestimated the resolve of those who would stand against him, but at the same time he could not help but think that he might have conquered if it were not for the surprise attack initiated by an unknown force. Someone put this into motion, a genius plan that could not have gone any smoother. Any other combination of these armadas would have ended in failure.

"By what madness has a rabble such as this triumphed?" his voice cracked and bled, much like the rest of his dilapidated husk.

Shrinking down to his normal size, Rama Khan tried to stand again, but found that his hold on this body in this part of the universe had grown tiresome and pointless. Too much structural integrity had been compromised or destroyed entirely. He almost faded once, but demanded answers.

"Who sent all of you here?"

Before any could tell the truth, the hand of fate plunged through the empty air, finding its target without hesitation or flaw. A curious green gem emerged from Rama Khan's body, encased in an all-too-familiar armored gauntlet. Rama Khan did not die, but his query had been satisfied. He fell silent, anger simmering behind his cruel crimson eyes. As if to mock him, the majestic green cloak wrapped around the regal ironclad form of the Elysian King, slapping Rama Khan in the face with the tumultuous wind produced by the firestorm consuming his ultimate weapon. He absorbed the Soul Gem into his armor, leaving it to acclimate with the other four he already collected. His mission complete, the Iron Tyrant spat one last quip:

"It was, is, and always shall be Doom who pulls the strings."

And disappeared back to Elysia with his treasure, already preparing for the next stage in his war to claim all of time and space. Now, all he needed was the key to Reality hidden in Asgard. Meanwhile, Rama Khan spat on the ground in front of those who defeated him in righteous combat. He started to laugh, each quaking decibel vanishing deeper into the void of death as he crumbled away - but this was not the end of Rama Khan, nor was it the end of Doom's plans.

In fact, it was just the beginning.