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"`BREAKING NEWS`
The World Council, on the 28th of August 2015, at 9 PM, has declared that Frostborn Dynamics, the company owned by the Avenger Singularity, must voluntarily hand over all landing-structures within these following countries:
Russia, The United States, China, India, Italy, France and Israel
Otherwise military action will ensue. After speaking with the Alexander Pierce, the head advisor of the World Security Council, the world has been advised that Singularity could be a global threat to security and democracy.
The Russian President Vladimir Putin, in a surprise move, has attempted to veto the decision after what Russian officials are calling 'An Expansive Discussion' with the Russian President. This same move has been followed by the president of the United States of America, Mr President having called a cabinet meeting late last night.
Currently there is no information on the policies of Russia and the USA moving forwards. If this stance remains the same within the next few hours, we could very well see our own Governments moving on a private company with military force.
This has been Ned Leeds of the Daily Bugle, back to you in the studio John."
I flicked the TV off soon after the report finished, the taste of betrayal and disgust filling my mouth. Half an hour ago I had reached the private hospital that Tony had been sent to. The building was filled with patients and doctors as I had moved through the halls. Artemis and Apollo had organised for Pepper to be transported to the roof via transport ship. Now I was standing at the foot of Tony's bed, watching the monitoring machine flicker up and down in its usual rhythm. Iron Man himself was unconscious on the bed with bandages wrapping 70% of his body.Ā
Dried blood stains stuck out here and there from the wraps around his head. Purple bruising and yellow tissue damage splotched his face, neck, forehead and collarbone as if he were a Vincent van Gogh painting. Shaking my head at his condition I grasped the golden box inside my pocket and opened it, the Mother Box shining delicately inside the luscious inner lining.Ā
`Your owner is in front of me, I will hand you to him now.` I informed the sentient Box before lifting it from the case with my index finger.
`Thank you for your assistance.` It thanked solemnly as I wrapped the necklace around my best friend's neck.
The effect was immediate as the cubic necklace rippled up and down in square sections whilst releasing a soft gold glow. His wounds rapidly faded into the pale white of his skin, the Mother Box scavenging damaged tissues and blood cells to perfectly replicate healthy skin, cells and muscle.
My part in helping Tony was done, now it was time to witness my revenge.
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Reporters gathered outside the New York landing pad as the National guard and two platoons of US Marines unloaded from ten trucks. The majority of them unloaded several cement barricades as the rest cordoned off the area as APCs and Abraham Tanks rolled into the round-about outside the popular trade hub.
The rotters of helicopters slashed the air above as sniper teams rushed into position on the rooftops adjacent to the massive skyscraper. UAVs flew high in the sky just above as the marines slowly cleared a the entire industrial district. There was 30 minutes until the deadline struck...
People all over the planet were sweating as several militaries surrounded these monolithic idols of the future.
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Athena smirked as three divisions stepped into the barely complete Space-Carrier. The FR2s were equipped with flame-throwers, missiles, two twin-blasters inside the arms, a shoulder mounted Light Blaster Cannon and miniature jets attached to their legs and back. The design principle for them were far more sophisticated in relation to the FR1s, but were easy to construct due to the Rakatan Energy-Matter construction technology.
Beside the 30,000 battle droids there were also 500 spider tanks with enhanced mobility capabilities and upgraded droid-brains. There were five different loadouts for the tanks, ranging from: Anti-Air, Artillery, Anti-tank, Anti-Personnel and Defensive. The defensive design replaced the central weapon with a cylindrical shield generator that would cover a 1 kilometre radius out from the tank. The rest were self-explanatory and these loadouts would be spread evenly throughout the combat zones.
The scout drones had been slightly upgraded, now boasting 2 small rotary railguns, that could snipe targets from 5 miles away, given enough elevation and stability in the air. Ground reconnaissance had also received an upgrade as they had been given standard slicing capabilities; which were far superior to Earth hacking methods.
She watched as the Space-carrier, yet to be named, activated its cargo hold forcefield once again. A hiss of energy released as the tractor beams that held the behemoth spacecraft released it into free space, the artificial gravity yanking it down powerfully before weightlessness cradled it. It had just been released from the Industrial complex of Rimecrest through the bottom of the Torus structure; having passed hundreds of layers of forcefields.
"Defend all Frostborn Dynamic assets on Earth." She stated to the air as the gleaming vessel below suddenly flickered into full vibrancy, the lights across its exterior thrumming on with an intense crackle of energy forming into a deflector array.Ā
The Space-Carriers' designs had also been updated as it now included far more standard systems found in Republic Main Battleships, including a suite of other modules that ranged from medical in nature to scientific. They were now capable of carrying a compliment of 1000 Icewings, when they were stored in the electromagnetic catapults. Additionally each Space-carrier now had four quad-turbolaser batteries on its port and starboard hull, all of them being capable of rotating in a full 360 degrees along their axis. On the bottom of the hull there were two Ion Cannons and a singular plasma bombardment cannon that could disable ships and erase them at the same time.
`Your will be done my Lady.`
`The creator's will be done.`
`Praise be the cube.`
`The meatbags won't know what struck them`
The responses of every Commander filled her buffer momentarily before fading into her background processes as she indirectly activated the Stargate in New York and connected it to the one inside the carrier, ordering the half a division through in order to defend the facility. The troops were very quickly finished travelling as she connected the next location, this repetitive cycle continuing until there was only half a division left for Israel. A final connection and they were soon dispensed as well...
"Carrier, enter into lower orbit of Earth. If hostilities begin, dispense Icewings." She stated her orders as she faded from the Industrial district of Rimecrest and reappeared in the command deck of the newly made Carrier, the room itself being somewhat large with several consoles arrayed in a circular pattern around a simple command chair that was mildly modelled after an Owl; her own symbol... Her father could be so soft sometimes it embarrassed her.
The carrier slowly, almost menacingly, descended into the atmosphere of Earth. Flames licked at the deflectors delicately but failed to strain any part of the warship as it simply ignored the realities of re-entry and slipped into atmosphere.
"Today we shall claim a country for father... Perhaps that will quell these fools..." She declared as the carrier hummed in agreement, its simplistic AI acting more akin to a creature than a fully independent consciousness.
`Deadline, T-minus: 10 Minutes` The primitive AI sent to her as the clear blue skies of America passed by on their descent.
~~~
The area around the New York landing-pad grew tense as the clanking of metal upon concrete echoed through the dense silence. Marines and National Guard looked towards one another, their M16s in hand, before hunkering even closer to their cover as they braced their rifles against the barriers.
It was 5 minutes from the deadline and there had been no update from Command to retreat or stop. Many of the soldiers were praying and or sweating bullets as they considered fighting against those same Black robots that had killed those terrorists.
The clanking grew louder until the front doors of the skyscraper slid open and hundreds of heavily armoured and equipped robots stepped out, their eye sockets split much like a crosshair would be but with a golden glow filling the spaces in-between.Ā
"W-what the fuck are those...?" One soldier asked in horror as he pointed up to one of the landing pads. The other marines in his squad followed his finger and recoiled at the spider-like mechanical constructs that were slightly leaned over the edge of the platforms, pointing massive weaponry down towards their tanks and APCs.Ā
None of them could try to answer however as the robots that were walking out of the building started arraying themselves behind portable energy shields, as if they were from the game Halo or something.Ā
"What in the Covenant shit is this!?" One of the bigger marines shouted in fear as a massive energy shield quickly surrounded the landing-pads above, obfuscating the spider-tanks above in a shimmer of blue light.
"Fuck, are those tanks from Titanfall...? Why the fuck are we fighting this guy!? I don't want to be eviscerated!" A spindly National Guard cried from a few barriers away, the man getting several head nods from his comrades and even some of the Marines.
"We've got orders and, well, fuck... I don't know why we would fight him, but god damn it, the Government will make our lives hard if we don't!" A sergeant declared in an unsure tone as the helicopter above swooped back towards the friendly-occupied skyscrapers next to the district they had choke pointed.
"1 Minute guys... What are we doing?" The radio operator near them asked as he nervously looked at the robots settling behind large energy barriers and kneeling behind fountains.
The big marine from before grimaced, looking between the overwhelming bullshit on the enemy side and their current weaponry. "Fuck this, we don't get payed enough for this shit. If I had to chose between going home to my wife or being killed on the orders of some corrupt-ass polis than I'm going home to my wife... Even if we have to run..." The Marine reasoned.
Everyone near him stopped to think for the few moments that they had left to them. All of them looked between one another before the large marine stood and raised his hands in surrender, his rifle hanging from his raised hands by a strap.
"I surrender!" He shouted out towards the robots, his rifle clattering to the floor a moment later as he started walking forwards. The radio operator heard the go-ahead but ignored it, dropping his headset to the ground as he too stood, following his battle-buddy in his surrender.
The rest of the troops looked concerned but soon followed, all of them willing to risk trials for treason so that they could survive the day and go back home to their families. To fight against superior technology with so little troops and so little firepower was suicide, let alone against an Avenger that had aided the American people so much after the Alien invasion. Soon, all of the soldiers on around that landing pad dropped their firearms and arranged themselves before the droids in rank and file.
The soldiers took a deep breath in relief as the droids lowered their own weapons.
*CRACKOOM*
One of the tanks fired a shell directly towards a large clump of the enemy droids, the shell soaring through the air, creating a shockwave of pressurised wind that rocked the ground upwards and back down. The shell spun dangerously towards one of the energy shield, the tip pressing into the energy shield before the rest of the round crunched up against the zenith of the shell.Ā
All of the soldiers dropped prone as they held their hands over their ears. The energy shield deforming towards the droid behind it until the crunched shell limply dropped from the freshly made depression and the energy evened out once more, the energy running through it almost exactly the same as before except for a few zones that were blackened.
Silence filled the absence before a sharp zapping noise sliced into the quiet and what sounded like a massive crack of thunder followed. The ground shook and vibrated as a large cloud of dust splashed upwards and clung to the wind before settling over the shredded remains of the main battle tank.
"holy fuck..." The spindly National Guard from earlier commented in horror as blood oozed from the driver's segment. The corpse of the driver hung limply in chunks from the front of the vehicle as smoke drifted from the turret.
"All who surrender shall be granted mercy. Please take shelter inside, quickly." A droid of superior height, one that they had all overlooked at first, explained and commanded robotically.Ā
Every single soldier jumped to their feet and rushed towards the droids in fear. They weren't behind a barrier or shield and if shit started they would all be dead within seconds.Ā
The mass exodus of soldiers continued as the helicopter gunships above just hovered in the sky, as if they were awaiting for orders of some kind. The sniper teams had watched the entire surrender happen and felt somewhat sour at the result but could also completely understand.Ā
"Why the fuck are we here?" One of the snipers asked in annoyance as the rest shrugged, hummed or simply stared at the remains of the tank.
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"WHY THE FUCK HAS THE AMERICAN MILITARY MOVED WITHOUT MY EXPRESS ORDERS!?!?!?" The president thundered as he slammed the doors of the Pentagon's strategic management room.
"A-ah, sir, well... Israel requested that we move in tandem with them in this... We received a document from you ordering this operation." A fat general with double chins and arrogant brown eyes explained as a screen on the wall crackled in interference. Jamming had started a few minutes ago and they were attempting to recover the signal before giving any orders.
"Israel you say? Why the fuck would they influence a domestic event!?" The president continued to scream out as he walked straight up to the general and jabbed several of his fingers into his chest, as if he were talking down to a child.
"We are militarily allied and our Military operations are tied together, mister President. If they make a move we must follow it, otherwise we would be breaking the law that your own party brought into effect a few months ago." A four star general off to the side stepped in with a hideously truthful explanation.
"FUCK! I knew I shouldn't have supported that bill... There was just too much shit shoved into the Omnibus bill..." He finished with a murmur before he began rubbing his temples. "FINE, can we call off the operation until we have convened with our allies?" He asked.
"Of course sir, as far as we understand the orders have not been transmitted yet." The first general simpered before a technician shouted in annoyance and slapped a laptop, the errored screen quickly flickering to life with live footage, though it was grainy.
They watched the tank fire a round that was immediately nullified before a flash blasted through the UAV's live camera and the tank was reduced to a pile of scrap, several Military personnel having surrendered already, pressed to the floor as the tank crew dripped from the wreckage.
"Order the immediate retreat of all military personnel from the landing pads. I need a conference call yesterday... We need to appease Drecarios before he decides that we aren't needed anymore." All of the generals started energetically ordering their staff to follow their commander-in-chief's orders. "God help us... Let us hope that he doesn't just ruin all of our Governments..."
The four star general off to the side grimaced as he listened to a report over a secure phone line. He abruptly turned towards the president.
"Mr President! China has launched several MOABS towards their own Landing pad structure in Chongqing, the casualties aren't accurate yet but our information services have already counted several hundred tanks and over 10,000 human causalities." The president paled as the Pentagon rapidly entered panic mode.
"That's not good..." The president wheezed out as his heart pumped loudly in his chest. Re-election wasn't looking good for him if this was any indication of the direction things were going...
~~~
I watched as the Chinese military ineffectually shot at his landing pad, the deflector shields embedded in the structure's walls incinerating the rounds with the amount of power thrumming through them.
The FR2s were working excellently, their new weaponry laying waste all obstacles in-between them and their targets. Cement melted like butter at the continuous blaster fire whist metal warped and buckled as they crushed the bodies of soldiers into parked trucks with their enhanced strength.
Anti-air and anti-tank spider tanks deployed on top of and embedded under the landing pads quickly sundered any aerial challenge or armoured enemy, the mass driver of the anti-tank variant ripping through the mostly steel tanks as if they were made of styrofoam.
Fighters were cut from the sky with a dragging line of superheated plasma from the hexagonally mounted twin-linked point-defence cannons. Sniper FR2s were arrayed around them at the edges of the platform whilst Defense variants laxidazically stood at the centre of the landing pads, absorbing errant weapons fire from stray rounds or from the few lucky explosive strikes from aircraft.Ā
"They are working wonderfully." I mumbled as another squad of Chinese soldiers were burnt alive in a burst of plasma from a melta-gun.
"Father, should I lay waste to Israel? They are being irksome." Athena asked me in an annoyed tone as I pulled footage of the conflict in Israel into focus within my mind.
It was much the same as in China except the Israelis were sending missile after missile at the building as sniper attempted to pick off errant droids here and there. To be honest, it was a sound strategy. Unfortunately they had pissed me off and apparently my daughter disliked them too.
"Erase all military targets, including their nuclear weapons. Use the Carrier." I stated plainly before getting rid of the Israel feed.
"Thanks dad!" I could feel her grinning from the end of Tony's bed.
"No problems, just don't say that I don't give you presents." I chuckled out before watching India throw as many people as they could at my droids and simply dying in the thousands. It was kind of like watching a tower-survival game with zombies, except the zombies were Indian soldiers.
"Heh, I'll be sure to give you a present on your birthday dad..." She winked at me mentally before vanishing to go do war stuff.Ā
I didn't blush, i didn't... I was merely feeling a little under the weather at the amount of work I was doing... That was all, I swear. 'WHY THE FUCK DID SHE TURN OUT TO BE A SEDUCTRESS!?' I shouted inside my mind before hearing a snicker in the distance, she hadn't fully left... and then she did... and I was now considering seppuku.
Another wave of zombies- ahem- Indians, rushed forwards towards the only Landing Pad in India. I sighed. Many would call me racist for saying I couldn't give a fuck if they died, but I didn't give a fuck about them either... This shit was brought on by themselves, I was done playing nice.
Samantha Carter- Hey Elsa, could you come help us? Onielle has too much information in his mind and is going to die if we can't get it out...
I sighed as I watched Athena hover the carrier over Israel and simply begin a bombardment that erased the entirety of their nuclear arsenal and their launch capabilities. Star Wars technology was absurdly powerful...
Drecarios Frost- Sure, just give me a day and I can come over
I just needed to wipe out a few militaries to make a point and then I could help, I mused.
Samantha Carter- šThanks so much!
Drecarios Frost- Anything for a woman as beautiful as you...
Samantha Carter-Ā š²
Drecarios Frost- Hehe, see you there Samantha
I closed the chat and watched as reporters from all over the world discussed the freshly leaked information pertaining to Wakanda and their technology level. Most of the channels were showing grainy video of the landing pads but most of what they caught was the deflector shield's exterior interference.
"Perhaps I should offer those soldiers citizenship in Rimecrest, for them and their families?" I asked myself as I watched them all huddled inside the foyer for my New York landing pad.Ā
'Yes, it's certainly an option and shows that I am capable of showing empathy for those who admit their mistakes and properly apologise...' I stared off into the middle distance as Tony started stirring in bed. The mission to the Wizarding world couldn't wait forever but Sam's issue could probably be solved with the technology at my disposal.
"El-sa?" Tony croaked out as he ran his tongue against the top of his mouth, searching for water.
"Yep. And you're a fucking moron by the way." I calmly commented as the man slumped back in his bed and groaned even louder, drawing some nurses from down the hall.
"Can't I catch a fucking break...?" he whispered.
"Well, you have no fucking option in getting a break or not since you're grounded here until you are 100%." I hissed out before shaking my head and walking over to the windows, looking out at the bustling city of New York... It didn't even stop for military operations evidently.Ā
"Okayyyy moooooom~" He sarcastically snickered out before the nurses rushed in and started smothering him with attention and tests. I couldn't help but smile as he grumbled at the nurses, when he wasn't getting a little frisky with them. Pepper would be pissed, but I'd let him have this for the moment... After all, he had survived multiple missile strikes and was looking squeaky clean of any damage with the Mother Box draped around his neck.
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