There was hundreds running to their position, namely from the ruined satellite array though one got closer than others, the one that Julma spoke to. Instead of showing fear, confusion or anything he began screaming and slamming his head onto a tree before charging Julma screaming a jumble of words, words of regret added in with gibberish... then the rest began to show, all of them acting like rabid dogs, many with a sort of fungi growing from them, even the burning ones charged. None with any sense of self-preservation.
The HS officer sighed, he looked to the approaching trucks then back to the Yuri
"Well uh, if the Central Government doesn't get here faster...", the officer then shrug. In the sky 3 Vtol's approached quickly though the trucks, IFV's and APC's arrived first, men in camo fatigues with white armbands bearing the templar cross emerged and began surrounding the area while 3 men in power armour approached the Yuri's.
The one in the middle, his power armour was black with red lining while a white cape bearing the templar cross waved in the wind behind him.
"Aliens, I Am Grandmaster Julien de Boucher", he'd introduce himself with a French accent.
"Please follow me, we shall go to the castle and discuss your arrival."
"my friend, I don't know how it works in your country but eh... no means no."
"Outsourcing means people lose jobs, people lose jobs then I lose the election or worse people get hurt or turn to crime. The matter of things is we don't want to expand our military, it hurts the local economy. What we have is what we have, gendearmie and holy military orders. If we could we'd choose not to have any sort of weapons in our nation at all."
"Like I said, we are willing to accept a trade centre and conduct trade relations minus alcohol.", he'd say then offer a smile.
This is heresy, why waste perfectly good iguanas when you can give them growth hormones and Warp energy and make them into fearsome mounts?
I shall post tonight. I am inspired, and enlightened by a very cool ww1 documentary about tanks.
Giving a light bow of the head, the lead diplomat allowed himself a light smile to permeate his features as he replied.
"I am Diplomatic Officer Gardiasz Brokowski, and I trust you will be able to relay my warnings in real-time to your military as I explain myself and inform you of the rather unusual circumstances your people are in. There are forces at work which seem to not be your... one, and you must be aware of them before they make themselves known nefariously."
Without a word, Julma removed and tossed her saber at the running once-man in one smooth motion, the glowing red blade sliced its target's head off at the chin, before coming to a stop and returning to Julma's outstretched hand as she slashed at the attackers. The troopers kept close formation and for the most part, their discipline, firing steady shots in firing lines at the horde. One Sith trooper makes a run away from the shuttles and villagers, attempting to run and gun as he flees.
Relishing and drinking in the emotions of his prey, Darth Verhoren began to walk leisurely, slowly towards the direction of its source, his body language entirely at odds with his mind and senses as he listened for signs of his observer making ready to flee or attack.
The infected seem to keep coming towards Julma and her team, though they were rabid they seemed to have some form of 'higher' thinking, climbing trees to jump down on the troopers while the much older infected, usually covered in fungal chitin, trying to surround her.
But soon there numbers started to dwindle.
Julma could feel something in the air... even for a force user if felt unnatural, unwanted and terrible but without even having words it told her to follow then thats when it was spotted. A man or a woman wearing hooded robes with a black wooden mask with white tentacles, beautiful artwork yet just something behind it was... wrong as if its eyes that were hidden behind the mask didn't exist.
The person said nothing, only stared at Julma and the troopers.
The one trooper that ran would be chased, quickly getting out of view of the shuttle and and his team, he was alone. Just as one infected was about to close in from his right there was a bright light, the infected near the trooper turned to dust and before the trooper was something as bright as the sun itself, wings then so many images, all conflicting as if his mind couldn't comprehend what was before him, it was burning his mind but before he could lose his mind the light subsided and a beautiful androgynous looking figure wearing perfectly white robes stood in front of him, his hand resting on the fur of a large white wolf. Even if the trooper wanted to raise his gun at this person he couldn't.
"(Insert name of the trooper)", he'd speak though his voice wasn't one but had the voices of many, then he smiled like a father seeing a long lost child.
While the Trooper got the benevolent, it seems Julma got the unknown.
"Military? There is no military on this island but when needed I will commune with my men", he's say before gesturing for the Yuri's to follow.
"Please let us go discuss this out of the cold, whatever you must tell me must be important.", he'd then add. Though the Yuri's may of expected an elongated journey to a castle it was quite a short walk into the airport proper and to a conference room.
"Now please continue, who may these forces be? And why would they want to harm the god fearing people of these lands Mr. Browkowski?"
Julma viciously Force-pulled one of the older infected, failing on the first attempt as her mind momentarily recovered from the puzzling sensation, before angrily pulling her mind together and the target onto her blade, letting it fall at her feet as she bisected several other infected in a fluid overhead spin of her blade. Hazarding a guess that the unusual figure was either responsible for the attackers or knew how to stop them, Julma began cutting a swathe through the horde, before leaping onto one of the piles of bodies and onto a tree. Hopping from tree to tree, she pursued the hooded figure, rounding a corner behind a tree particularly dense with foliage and hopping down, her lightsaber extended outward and poised to kill as her eyes scanned the area for her quarry.
Without Julma to back them up, the Sith Troopers back away into their transports, seeking to take off before the horde overwhelms them. Julma had not said a word to them, and their radio chatter amongst themselves indicated they would take off and circle the area until she called them.
Gervash panted as he tried in vain to process who and what he saw before him, and after a few moments of failure, dropped his carbine and helmet to the ground, and lowered his gaze to it while he replied to the being who hurt to look at. His black hair and chestnut skin was slick with sweat as the rigors of combat and this bizarre encounter took their toll on him. Nonetheless, he remained upright, and his pale blue eyes blinked in delayed bewilderment as the young deserter replied.
"Th-thank you, but I'm just seeking refuge from the Sith. They took my station's people as slaves and subjects for their sick experiments. They used some sort of sorcery to cut into the Force itself, and make a wounded home in it. I didn't used to take stock in it, cuz I've seen plenty of species in my time, but nothing like you, or them. If they find me, they'll kill me, and for someone with your..." he gestured to the pile of ash that was once a villager "powers, they'd likely try to kill, dissect, and study you. If you're lucky, they'll do it in that order."
He looked at the landing site, as his radio erupted with callsigns being reported. Alpha insertions 1-12 were called, with 8 notably absent. He winced as they began asking each other when they last saw him.
"We have to move, I'd love to know more but frankly I don't want to end up as target practice. Fives never misses, and always goes for the head."
The infected lost number, the horde only bearing close to 50, all charging towards the shuttle, some jumping from the trees onto to the shuttles themselves trying to break in.
The figure meanwhile didn't run, it simply watched as Julma made her way over to him or her. Once near it was apparent the figure was feminine and her body movements showed no sign of fear.
"You hear the calling..", a raspy voice came from the mask, as if the vocal cords were decayed.
"He calls to you as he does for so many yet so few can hear it. So few can receive his gift, so few can handle it... can you?", she'd question, her gloved hand reaching out to Julma.
The being gave a smile and came close and placed his hand on Gervash's shoulder.
"Like me you are safe, they will not take you... but your destiny is your own. I can only point you in the right direction... follow the light and you will find your destiny.", he'd say then he was no more.. it was as if the angelic being was never there.. but the white wolf, like its 'master' was bright yet he was only visible to Gervash. It barked then began slowly running inland, occasionally looking back at Gervash. Then it was as if Gervash could hear birds, children playing then a neighborhood barbeque then the gift of hearing was over as soon as it began.. simply a hint of what awaited him.
Blackwatch=me in mood
Gardiasz took out a seat and sat down comfortably, and his retinue awkwardly remained unseated behind him. He looked Julien in the eyes, and the little warmth on his lips evaporated as he took on a serious tone.
"Mr. Boucher, before I begin, I must know whether you are familiar with the following terms, or whether I should use precious time to explain them to you. It is crucial to the safety of your nation that you answer truthfully."
He paused before continuing.
"The terms are as follows: teleportation, artificial intelligence, intercontinental nuclear missile, nuclear missile interceptors, pocket dimension, gravitational manipulation, and cyberattacks."
"Please, you insult us. Of course we know what all this means.", Julien laughed along with his commanders.
"We already have a grasp on what happened and why we're here... by gods divine will we were transported from one dimension to another.", he'd say then lean back in his seat, his metal frame barely being held by the seat.
"Before we begin, I'd like to ask if you know what Command & Conquer: Yuri's Revenge is."
Several of the Sith Troopers grapple with the villagers who manage to enter the shuttles, but the doors close with a sickening crunch, the pilots removing the safety settings and bisecting several of the villagers and one unlucky trooper, his upper half falling as a piecemeal prize for the efforts of the infected. The shuttles take off, and their occupants stoically reflect on their escape.
Julma did not lower her lightsaber as she regarded the hooded figure. She cocked her head to the right slightly.
"I will ask the questions here. Who are you? Who is the one calling? What is his gift? If those people back there received it, then it is something I do not want."
Gervash unsteadily followed the wolf's direction, stopping only to pick up his carbine and put his helmet back on, uncertain where he was going and why, his only assurance the word of the strangest stranger he had ever met.
"I am nobody.", she'd simply say still not moving an inch.
" 'He' is everything... his gift is vision.", she'd then add looking around at the dead infected.
"These souls bear no gift but a curse, a curse of the old world."
She then looked to her hand as if she wanted Julma to take it.
"Will you come?"
The wolf led him, quite far until they reached what seemed like a walled off community, its outer walls breached and with burned out ruins, it was quiet and calm minus cries inside the buildings, more than likely infected though ahead was much more maintained walls and behind some sandbags was an elderly gentleman wearing a panama hat and looking around with binoculars until he spotted Gervash. At this point he brought them down looking curiously at the blurr that was the sith trooper before bringing them up again and using his other hand to give a wave to see if he was friendly.