Julma took a step forward, deactivating her lightsaber and holstering it slowly, but kept her hand by it.
"I have no reason to trust you. Explain clearly, with no tricks or sudden movements, or I will eviscerate you."
Gervash waved back, tapping the side of his helmet as he tried switching to public radio channels and testing to see if there was anyone broadcasting. Flipping through the channels, he took a sweeping gaze of the decaying buildings, trying to move in the shadows as stealthily as he armor permitted, to make his way towards the man, carbine at the ready.
Mind music for Gervash's Bizarre Adventure:
"That would only be the beginning to your peril, I'm sorry to say." Gardiasz insisted, masking his slight surprise at the mention of Yuri's name.
"As for the Command and Conquer... I'm afraid not. Is it some sort of protocol policy in warfare? I admit my experience in such details are lacking."
"Do what you will...", she'd say then turn away from Julma, leading her inland and soon uphill. By now the skies began to darken, night was beginning.
As Julma continued she could feel the power she was approaching, it was more powerful than anything she's ever felt before, it was something beyond this plain of existence.. it was everything.
The old man picked up an old walkie-talkie and spoke into it.
"Boy, you best be as quiet as you can... the neighbors don't take too quietly to visitors.", he'd joke.
"Go up main street and we'll open the gates."
Still as he moved the infected croaked and made other noises humans shouldn't make in the husks of the buildings...
Then there was a hiss, clicks then silence, a malnourished person ran into the streets, their entire head covered in the fungus, some hard and some soft but it was obvious it was blind and was trying to locate Gervash or someone else it heard.
The old man then picked up his rifle, a silencer on the barrel, took aim and took the head right off the infected and minus a few extra noises from the buildings there was nothing.
"We'll open the gates once you're close enough, we dunno if its gonna wake the neighbors up."
Julma followed, chancing a glance at her helmet's diagnostics to see if her troops were still within comms range. At the moment, they were not, and still circling to perform reconnaissance. With curiosity mired with wariness, she reached around her surroundings with the Force, attempting to understand the source of the encroaching omen. Her mind raced with possibilities that she dispatched as rapidly and surgically as she had done to the villagers. Was this feeling brought on by the presence of Jedi? No, no Jedi would have stomach the creation or presence of the abominations she had just slain. Dark Jedi? No, they would lack the means or knowledge of creating them either. Could it be Sith alchemy from a cadre of Sith or those who had learned it? No, for the abominations there were mindless, and aside from their minds, relatively neutral in the Force. If they had been of the Dark Side, Julma could have sensed them sooner, dominated their minds, or located their source or maker. No, this was something else entirely. Their alterations were either not on the wavelength of the Force, or banal and purely biological, and not directly linked to what she was sensing.
The trooper turned on his radio, making sure to engage his helmet's external audio dampeners and seals before replying.
"Thank you. I'll make an effort, but don't expect miracles from this armor."
With a soft pop, the seals loosened, and Gervash waited until the sound had run its course, waiting for any reaction to the slight noise. Seeing none, he switched to keeping his distance from the buildings, moving slowly in plain sight so as to not be too close to the infested buildings. His carbine at the ready, he approached the elder, his movements slow, deliberate, and steady in order to provoke as little of the infected as possible.
Gardiasz turned and nodded to his fellows, and one of them produced what appeared to be a spherical projector in front of him. It flashed and began emitting a tangled mess of holographic static above it, before rearranging into a familiar shape: the elongated oval of a submarine, which began growing details like silos, and strange, exposed lights, presumably sensors and energy shield emitters. It launched a holographic missile, which flew on an arc towards a representation of Hellen.
Gardiasz spoke up.
"These are the aggressors which we know of only as "the submarines". They have never attempted diplomacy with us, nor communications, nor do they seem to abide by any rules of engagement. They take no prisoners, at best leaving isolated units within their lines to lure support and demoralize us. They consist of submersible equivalents to conventional naval craft and several carriers of aircraft. They lack ground soldiers or vehicles, but their technology level is several decades from your own or ours, and they possess several technologies we lack. They utilize cyberattacks, intercontinental nuclear missiles, aerial swarms, and plasma weaponry to strike quickly, cause maximum casualties among both military units and and civilians, and flee with sensory and counter-sensory technologies which delay and prevent much chance of responding, with mines and torpedoes utilizing the same degree of superior weaponry. As their forces are fully submersible, their escape is difficult to prevent. Do you have any questions before I continue?"
Europe surprisingly, after the cataclysmic green flash and the loss of communications with the Americans, Russians, Japanese and various other states was cut off, many have stated that Europe, the blessed land, has survived while the other non believers especially the Shinto Japanese and Muslims to the south have been completely destroyed by the will of god.
The government however suspects otherwise, because they're no longer on earth it seems, the waters here read different to earth, and while readings of space and the atmosphere are absent for now, the government thinks that Europe has been ripped from the earth, to this end they fear that if that is the case, the earth could be irreparably ruined, although they do know that humans colonies across the solar system and milky way continue to house human life if the polluted and scarred earth is finally destroyed.
The European occult coalition thinks that something supernatural is afoot, the government has ordered the Tempestas prima to investigate it.
Europe attempts to communicate with anything.
The aerospace command in Ireland and Iceland detect these fighters, assuming that they are fighters from one of the human colonies in Alpha Centauri, they send out a warning.
"Identify or prepare for attack unidentified craft."
The walk was calm but as they walked further tree's and in general seemed to become warped or look mutated, flowers fused together, trees at weird angles etc. Then they passed more 'cultists', all wearing similar robes and masks. At the top of the hill it overlooked a bay with calm waves and the sky and its stars were visible.
There'd be 20 people, one one amongst them a thin man wearing a different type of mask resembling a skull with their lower face visible, like all the other masks it'd be wood. The face of the man is white like bleach and almost with a look of decay.
Behind him the moon was high in the sky, several cultists behind him fell to their knees in prayer, their hands to the sky, a spot in the middle open for Julma.
"Please... join us.. he is calling."
'The call' was more powerful than ever, it was loud and overtook everything in the area, even the force though still it was gibberish, nothing made sense now that she was where it wanted her.
The sky was dark and as he moved more of the infected seemed to leave their dwellings at the noise of the trooper, even the littlest, like the one that was killed some seemed to be blind and located through echolocation though most of the infected seem to be nearly blind or have decent sight with fungi elsewhere on their body.
"Better start running boy.", the man said over the radio as he took aim with his rifle and started picking some off.
The gates began to inch open and 3 rather bulky men in ballistic armour wielding riot shields and what seemed like swords with chains on them walked out, the noise attracted more infected to the gates only to be cut down in a bloody fashion.
"Get over here!", one of them shouted to Gervash
"Submarines and other ships cant be that dangerous, nothing that missiles, our fleets and air resources cant handle but yes please continue."
despite how he walked they seem to flee he can hear rustling in the heavy brush for a second as what sounds like more then one observer was present it runs off towards the south but he couldnt get a good look at it before hand only that it clearly had two feet
There'd be a small fleet of starships in spaceport though they didnt seem to react to the cybertronians.
A ground station would though, its signal wouldn't be hard to track and it'd be coming from a radar array on the south side of the island.
"Attention, you are approaching Sigma Station, state your business or defensive action will be taken."
"We're patrolling this sector looking for anything that hasn't been charted, do we have permission to land and meet a representative of your government?"
"Permission DENIED", the operator would say then after a few minutes another reply came.
"Scratch that report to these cords via shuttle or aircraft. Anything larger will be engaged."
Coordinates were then sent to to the ship, the destination would be a base of sorts near the radar array on the south coast.
As it opened 4 Homeland security officers would be waiting holding MP7's then they'd begin laughing.
"Oh f*ck me", one said between laughing, a captain then walked over and stared before also cracking up.
"Autobots roll out!", he'd say as he pointed to the front of the Administration building. In front of it was a Colonel, Jonathan Thomas. He like the others seemed shocked.
"Riiight..", he'd sigh.
"I cant tell if this is a prank or not.. but uh.. what can I do for you?"
The head one pauses for a moment seemingly taken aback by the mention of his faction.
Magnum: "Uh, how did your men know our faction name by just looking at our insignia?"
An ominous and authoritative tone replies to them.
"You speak to the envoys of his Majesty, Emperor Sidam of the Sith Empire of Sotapangaea. Prepare a landing zone for him and his close subjects, and you will begin the wise process of entering his good graces. He wishes to speak to your leaders regarding your "evolving circumstances", as well as establish a stable diplomatic rapport. Acknowledge your receival of this transmission, over."
"You're a toy brand...", Colonel Thomas said, his eyes shifting to the captain for a moment.
with a straight face, his eyes with heavy bags his eyes went back to the autobot.
"What can I do for you bud?", he'd ask again taking a cigarette from his pocket.
"So boys, since you're here I presume bad times are ahead with the decepticons...", he'd say with a sigh.
"Just like the movies.."
Magnum: "A...toy brand?"
Landmine: "Well the Yuri's did mention parallel timelines, maybe the humans knew of us in this timeline and-"
Magnum: "It doesn't matter, you are correct, the Decepticons are still active on this planet, they massacred most of the elite guard when they first arrived and while Megatron has defected to us the rest are still active."
"Just kill the b*tch.. he's gonna betray you.", Colonel Thomas stared, still looking tired. He'd continue looking at Magnum with an awkward silence while the sounds of the ocean could be heard in the background.
"Dont know who Yuri is, been here for 4 years. What can i do for you bud?", Thomas asked again.
Brokowski became slightly alarmed at this nonchalance.
"You don't seem to understand. By my people's own standards, your technology is below average for a nation that has arrived here. These submarines are a tech level above our own, and it is only through grit, generous allies, and strict patrols that we are able to keep them somewhat under check. Even if relations between our nations fail to be positive ones, we insist that we establish a means of informing one another of our intelligence regarding the submarines and their activities around one another. They are a mutual enemy, a psychotic killer, and whatever disagreements arise between us are nothing compared to their uncompromising malice. Do you think you could relay this information to The One for us?"