Duodecimarch Revolution Redux: Metroid x Worm x Warhammer etc Multicross

It was not just the two of you that managed to slip through the reality gate that the Nazis had established. A small shape and a larger, craggy and crystalline one followed suit; both having followed you to keep you safe for the time being. Or rather, show you the ropes of the stars so that you could venture across them as a learning experience. You are good at auto-didactism but you supposed some manner of guidance was always necessary. Even if you were just a touch annoyed at the assumption that you weren't ready to handle all of this on your own just yet.

"+You really do need to keep me in the loop more often Samus. What am I supposed to tell Old Bird or Elmorni if the gate closed behind you?+" Ghor said, his metallic and bassy voice calm and avuncular. Though he was not one of the progenitors nor an inheritor, he still talked to you as a senior and you supposed...yeah he did have some right to do that.

"+I'd find a way to make it work.+" You said confidently, relaxing a bit in your seat as you pushed through the strike craft blizzards trying to slow you down.

"+I think she would...yeah.+" Arne chimed in, clearing his throat after having swept some of the incoming interceptors and screening frigates from the spacelanes; making sure to send the debris on an outbound orbit that would take it away from earth altogether.

You smiled just a bit...show off.

"+Be that as it may, you are young, and not ready to go out on your own just yet.+" Ghor responded with the same patience that he gave to you when you first met. An even tempered placidity to make all the fires of the world seem that much less threatening.

"+Give her some space to grow or she'll never spread her wings.+" Spire said, the Diamont's tone somewhat remniscent of the rumbles of an earthquake or a restless volcano.

"+We are letting them come all the way here, are we not?+" Ghor responded.

You switched over to the private channel you had with Arne, deciding ot let the adults talk to each other while the gears in your head spun with conspirational energies. "+Heeeeey, Arne, there's some extradimensional activity on the planet there. I'm going to have a look at it. Want to come with me or are you going to just listen to Ghor and Spire talk?+" You said with a slightly sing songy voice, knowing that he would follow you to the ends of the stars themselves. You promised each other that, and your enthusiasm for it never dimmed even when you sometimes got visions of a blue helmed faceless marauder when you slept near him; that last son of Cylosis.

"+Well...these people have to be here for a reason right? Based on their hostility, I'd say bad ones. Especially with their...political allegiances.+" He said, a stutter in his voice as he tried to hold down a sensation of disgust.

"+Intercepts say they're with the Interuniversal Germanic Reich...supporting some organisations called the Empire-88, Gesellschaft, and 5th Column. Not seeing anything on the last group in the local satellite networks though. Non-native maybe?+" He said with the clink of touching his hand to his helmet before shaking his head.

You checked the data yourself regarding the interdimensional flux and the chatter of the Reich's spacecraft. Whatever it was, they regarded it as a minor incident, but the 5th Column seemed to speak of the people there with recognition.

Let's see...outskirts of a place called Brockton Bay, and based on the data you could harvest it was January, 2011. More than one hundred thousand years downtime. What happened in this period of history? Your memory was eidectic, but it wasn't clairvoyant. You never really learned much about this time period and so it wasn't committed to memory to begin with.

But the weather conditions were quite frosty and the reported movements of these people were erratic, confused. Cell Phone messages were constantly being sent out along with more private forms of communications; with a trivial slice through the security measures indicating that they were from the year 2024, more than thirteen years uptime relative to this planet. Their signals showed some names....Alice Wetticks Dohl, Joseph Willow Black, Marcus Wilson, Mitsuki Aiko, Aronim Ophilix, Elyra Ophilix, Raelamiel Thelemir, and Tyrius Veldegard. The last four names don't look like they belong to any human culture from the period that you know of.

Making things worse, their team has split up. Marcus, Mitsuki, Raelamiel, and Tyrius venturing multiple kilometres away from the others to try and scout the area; leaving Alice, Joseph, and the Ophilix twins on their own with major enemy movements approaching them. Further complicating things are local response teams investigating the unusual energy signatures, response teams that you fear might make things bloodier than they have to be.

Well, time is wasting so you had the Dormach launch itself forward; a barrage of repli-missiles spreading to clear out some of the chaff that had gotten in your way and give yourself an opening to begin descent. Nacelles released streams of power to blast through would be tail chasers while you briefly felt the impact of the atmosphere starting to envelop your craft as the stars began to twinkle. Your ship's shields diffused the atmospheric re-entry trail that may have given your position away while you were given a series of pings from Ghor.

"+Samus, what are you doing?+" He said when you finally opened communications with him.

"+There's people that might need my help. They might be lost or cold..and they're under threat. I don't think the local response teams can handle this. And aren't we supposed to intervene wherever we see people in need o fhelp?+" You said, throwing words Ghor had once given you right back at the old cyborg, getting a small laugh out of him.

"+Impetuous as ever. What I wouldn't give to have that same fire you've got in you. Alright, you've convinced me. But please, allow me to handle talking with the natives.+" He said, gentle and sweet.

"+What am I? Your biographer? What am I supposed to do?+" Spire chipped in jokingly.

"+Help me out preferably. You know Arne much better than I do.+"

"+Huh, F-22s. First time I've seen one in person.+" Arne said as the Sleipnir passed by some American air force craft on patrol, leaving the bewidlered pilots to briefly wonder what the hell just buzzed by them as his custom built strike-fighter made moves that should have resulted in a sonic boom powerful enough to obliterate them, but barely even registered in their ears as he dipped out of their sight; unable to be followed by their radar.

"+...The fuck kind of Tinker bullshit...+" 21st Century American english flooded your brain to allow for understanding of what was being spoken. It was very different from the Galaxan or the Kah-Sahmat dialect of the Chozo language of Kaset you typically spoke or the Grendelish dialect of the Uskarling tongue you used to converse privately with Arne. But it was usable, though based on your general mannerisms your accent would come out a bit Irish while speaking it.

Based on the landing zones, you saw that the more in threat group was Alice's; as she hunkered down at an unused summer cabin with a large number of fiery heat signatures, demon like creatures prowling around for any possible danger while the four of them were unaware of hit teams including a substantial number of large robots advancing on their position; shadowfields working to obscure their position from detection by flickering them just slightly out of phase with normal reality. They had formed an encirclement around the kids, with troops bearing the emblem of a helmeted skull amidst a red background starting to take up sharpshooting positions, others bearing what seemed to be some sort of capture devices. They intended to take them alive.

The other group of four were having a...huh werewolves. That's different. Other predatory creatures stalking alongside them in the darkness of the early morning of the dead of winter, moving through blizzard like conditions while the more senior four members of their team looked for anyone to contact. The minders of these monsters remaining in the comforts of tracked transports that chewed through the snow, trying to remain hidden. They moved with some local auxiliaries, mostly Empire-88 gangbangers; to accompany the 5th column fighters and a handful of soldiers from the Interversal Reich; troops of the so-called "Axis America" reality who were here on observation. They were in loose formation, marching to establish set up positions for ambush

Local forces, with a group you identified as the PRT, were moving in armoured all-terrain response vehicles. They were sorely outgunned and outnumbered and clearly not familiar with large unit military tactics. Based on their disposition they seemed to assume that this was merely another small scale criminal incident. They would not survive contact if they kept on moving towards what were increasingly prepared positions meant to receive them.

- Landing Decisions: Ghor and Spire will, unless you request otherwise; take care of the group you aren't helping out. Arne and Samus cannot be split up for this action. -

[]: Land at Alice's group to rescue them
[]: Land at Tyrius' group to assist them

Aggression decisions:

[]: High aggression: Move in for a fast and furious assault to catch them off guard without regard for stealth, raises your profile and immediately escalates the incident to a full on combat action but allows for maximum damage to be inflicted on enemy forces
[]: Medium aggression: Land off to the distance, let them move to a position that favours you and then strike at them to relieve the team under threat and withdraw them to your ships for safety
[]: Low Aggression: Land near the two teams to quickly evacuate them to get a better sense of what's going on before deciding where to go from there.


Arne Tactics: Write in

Samus Tactics: Write in

With your current information level you may ask me up to five questions before submitting a plan to refine your plan.

Also feel free to ask me about Arne and Samus' somewhat different capabilities since Sylux and Samus are similar but not entirely identical fighters.

Your caretakers moulded you into a killing machine at close quarters. You were trained to fight at any distance of course; with the shock coil allowing you to recover from damage dealt with little issue. Samus had given her signal for you to head out, designating a place for you to strike. Brief conference took place in the form of edited images the two of you exchanged until you decided to settle on the exact placement. Wordless editing and re-editing of a plan of action until your mind was settled on a single course.

Your Strike Fighter would release a swift barrage of low-impact warheads in a tight spread; each separating into submunitions to seek out other targets while you pulled your seat back. Letting the hatch dilate open beneath you, you tumbled out and hit the ground boots first, feeling the snow crunch beneath you as your cannon was readied for action.

You acted on almost programmatic instinct, analysing what enemies were there before acting. The capture teams were the lynchpin of the enemy's plan, large men in grey uniforms reinforced with low grade power armour. Enhanced physiologically, but not to your degree. You moved faster than the lead one was able to process, your fist striking with enough force for the air around your hand to catch fire, the thunderclap too slow to reach your ears without the aid of your helmet's vibration reader before you extended the wrist blade and speared into flesh that yielded before a teleport out.


Hrm, seemed that they had some sort of medical teleporter ready to evacuate their forces when their vital signs went critical. A bit more advanced than you expected from this period. But before one of the more normally proportioned soldiers dressed like some manner of special forces with electrofibre and plate augmented armour with a skull like gas mask; could turn to acknowledge you, you had switched out to missile mode and let out five rounds rapid.

Two to clear the area around you, three to pulverise the unit that had been set up to support them. The fireball barely registering as you let speed build up before unleashing your boosters; striking through the remainder of the platoon like a lightning bolt with fiery blue energy surrounding you like the trails of a comet. Some of them probably died outright, particularly the gangbangers who had wrapped themselves in winter gear and taken snow vehicles out to accompany the column, but you knew that wasn't really something you should be letting consume your thoughts.

Samus arrived just a bit later as the chatter of rotary guns tore at the snow above the howl of the winter winds. You shrugged off the bullets coming at you, they'd be trivial to dodge but did utterly negligible impact, your mouth kept shut by your battle focus as you wheeled around and supported Samus with a burst of your Positron beam, the anti-matter tearing from your cannon in a flow of electrical power, its annihilation of the air it passed through giving you a brief sensation of thrill before the soldiers struck by it exploded into a fizzle of lightning.

It was a hideously powerful weapon and especially devastating to robotic enemies or those who used non-magically augmented technology, and it felt almost wrong to use it on these people. The thunderclap of the beam and its detonations ringing slightly in your hearing while you moved to the next target.

"+Arne, robots. I'll deal with the sharpshooters.+" Samus said over the comms, leaping onto a bluff without effort, her cannon sweeping her fire across them; Cryolyst subweapon erupting from the cannon she wielded to engulf a surprised looking marksman while you eyed a large, walking tank sized and oddly spindly robot.




A hulking robot more than six meters tall let out an electronic howl, swinging its claw to try and grab at you; a sizzle of disruptor fields around it lethal to flesh and steel alike. You grabbed at the scalpel like finger with your gauntleted hand, armour and shielding containing its effects, and then twisted your hand to break it. Your cannon shifted modes again, and the Shock Coil burst forth in a stream of charged anti-matter and forcibly directed neutrinos that could worm their way through nearly any physical defence.

Energy flowed from the thing's destruction to your own armour and body, a vampiric rush that always felt a bit too good. As its body was torn apart by the arcs of electricity like anti-particles and neutrinos, you felt yourself become more alive as it died. And even as it ripped apart into fine mist as the energy of its annihilation was channeled by the arcs of power; you still felt a bit "hungry". The smaller machines were next, all energy to be harvested. All power to be extracted.

The eruption of fire around you was your only real sign that your gunships had joined the fray; and there was a bit of you that was satisfied with your handiwork doing such a good job of keeping the area clear; the Sleipnir dancing as it fried everything that may have possibly tried to flank you, giving you a clear shot to tear through the foe one after the other.

But like a switch, when you saw that the shack was in sight, your mind adjusted its gears.

A demonic creature with the head of a bovine's skull and bat-like wings turned on cloven hooves to look at you with some surprise clear in its eye-sockets while you offered a small wave; Samus arriving via a drop kick to the head of a stealthed 5th Column trooper whom you had noticed but chose to ignore.

The two of you exchanged a glance and then a nod before sharing a quick fistbump, a gesture you'd learned from Ian was a sign of respect and camaraderie. On the other side was a rather young looking girl in a white outfit, who opened the door with brash confidence, trying to stand tall even though you towered more than a head over her.


"I'm Eudai-" She started, making a friendly wave and grin as she approached, her costume's visor offering her some fairly impressive for her time HUD data.

"Alice Wetticks Dahl right? Your position is surrounded, we need to get you out of here." You said, gesturing towards the Sleipnir as it hung low in hovering position; its batteries adding to the fire of the Dormach to repulse further efforts at 5th column pushes.

"Wait how did you know my name?" She said, her tone dropping to one of frightened confusion as her Demonic assistants turned towards you and let out hisses of displeasure, creatures of varying size attempting to interpose themselves between you and their mistress.

She tapped at her tiara and grimaced "Not now winterpyre." She mumbled as she looked at you and then Samus, waiting for answers.

"Your security on your I.D was so poor I thought it was supposed to be public information." You said bluntly as she just about jolted before throwing an accusatory finger at you.

"YOU CAN'T JUST SPEAK A REGISTERED HERO'S SECRET IDENTITY OUT LOUD LIKE THAT!" She snapped as you sheepishly looked towards Samus, backing slightly away from the unexpected hostility.

"We're not from this...planet, or yours. But could you please just, come with us to a less dangerous place?" You said to her, as she huffed and folded her arms.

"Nuh-uh. You owe me answers." She said as you noticed incoming vehicles registered to an organisation known as the PRT, which braved this nightly snow seemingly unaware of the nature of the firefight that had just happened; officers in heavy kevlar and flexible material armour with mirror finished visors tumbling out with weapons ready; a figure in power armour driving a snow-bike bringing his machine to a halt as he held onto a Halberd on another hand.

"Oh shit...uh..Jo-I mean nightcaaaster what's the portal corps first contact protocol??!" Alice said to a figure in a wizard hat and mask who stepped forth from the shadows at her word and behest.


"Uhhh lemme look at the app..." He said with a somewhat shaky voice a she opened up his phone and flipped through a few screens.

"Ahah...when being approached by extradimensional law enforcement please try to put them in contact with Primal Earth authorities to begin negoti-" He said before he heard the guns click through the howl of the blizzard.

"Freeze." The power suit clad man said, accompanied by a youth in a red coloured power suit on a hoverboard, a young girl in a green outfit trying her best not to freeze, and a Kurdish woman who looked like she was frozen inside already.

"Hello there indigenous inhabitants of dimension...uh...whatever...I'm here on behalf of portal co-" Joseph started before the figure in the blue and white suit pointed his halberd towards him.

"Zip it." He said as you got in a scan on him.


Based on your analysis of enemy comm chatter; the 5th Column and the Empire-88 would likely regroup soon enough and would likely take advantage of the PRT's barging in to reconsolidate and reconsider what weapon systems they needed for their operation. And it seems that Ghor and Spire at least had also found their marks, based on the occasional distant explosions and frantic reports of being overrun.

You though, were not inclined to trust Armsmaster. What you knew of American history painted it in a similar light to such regimes as the Third Reich, Roman Imperium, or the British Empire. And staring at its law enforcement was making you uncomfortable.

Samus for her part was clearly ready for a fight, but when wasn't she? Injustice never sat well with her, and next to her outrage at it, your own sense of justice sometimes felt like a cold neutron star next to a raging hypergiant. Yet words were hard and people were chaotic and hard to predict. You wanted to just let Ghor take care of it, but he was sweeping up more distant forces, and you had to be on guard for a counter-attack.

You wish you had Samus' confidence to just say things that went through her mind. It must have felt so powerful to not be constantly judging yourself for every word out of your mouth. To have so much boldness to just confront people on what you thought was wrong and give them pieces of your mind. Pieces like

"Are you with these people? That's typical for police of your era right?" She said, pointing to one of the 5th Column troops she had engulfed with her Cryolyst, making sure that the Swastika they wore was visible. You had a brief set of micro-visions of possible conflicts that could arise from this and your latent empathy gave you that hot feeling of sudden anger at these accusations.



Crunch:



Actions (Split into one for Samus and one for Arne)

Priority Decisions (With your current action economy you can focus on up to two at a time. Order from highest to lowest.)
[]: Focus on getting the Starsetters to your ship
[]: Focus on confronting the PRT
[]: Focus on re-establishing contact with Ghor and Spire
[]: Focus on clearing the immediate area of 5th Column troops
[]: Focus on getting answers on what's going on right now
[]: Focus on getting more information about the wider context of the current situation

Social Approach:
[]: Aggressive, push your own position strongly, do not concede in an attempt to get them to give you as much of what you want as possible. Can backfire. (Samus' preferred approach)
[]: Assertive, don't fold without a fight but try to be reasonable and see what favourable compromises can be made. Can backfire, though not as harshly as aggressive. (Samus' second preference)
[]: Neutral, no bonuses towards either other party mood or the possible magnitude of success. (Arne's preference)
[]: Passive, give ground but don't be a total wet blanket, makes them more likely to have a good mood but can lose you ground in discussions.
[]: Submissive, concede on just about everything to appease the other as long as it does not directly imperil you, generally best reserved for long term ploys.

Goals in discussion:

Write out two for Arne and Samus for them to find something to work towards in the social conflict round.

Remaining Nazi plans:

Write in tactics, making note of degree of aggression, tactical priorities (like defending people or an objective), and preferred targets (such as chaff enemies, elites, large units etc)