AN: Once again I am amazed at the reception that Against the Odds has been receiving. This has been amazing to see.
"Hell no, we didn't see it coming. The Directors, the Triumvirate… Quzilqurt, I don't think even the Allah-damned Simurgh knew what was about to happen until the whole world got set on fire." - Miss Militia, Brockton Bay Protectorate
USS Brockton
Brockton watched as Valcour Island turned into the wind, the flight deck on the cruiser was stacked with Vindicator dive bombers and Buffalo fighters, as the mighty roar of their radial engines as they warmed up echoed across the water. Then, the aircraft began to accelerate down the runway. Minimum distance take-offs, she was rolling a Vindicator every forty-five seconds. It was impressive to watch as the navy blue dive bombers lumbered into the heavens.
"Valcour Island?" Brockton called to her as the Vindicators continued launching.
"Yes?" The flight deck cruiser asked.
"What ordnance are you slinging on your Vindicators?" Brockton asked.
"A mix of thousand pounders and five hundred pounders, I don't have any sixteen hundred pounders unfortunately. Those fucking things would smash their way through fucking anything." Valcour Island said irritably, it was admittedly a bit difficult to make out the features of her rig.
"Not a fan of doing a strike at night?" Bangor asked her friend.
"Not particularly, my pilots aren't trained for doing battles at night and then there's the fact that they're not going to be returning to me after they're done." Valcour Island replied and Brockton frowned at those words.
"Sounds like someone is a mother hen to her pilots," Southshore said and Valcour Island glowered.
"Am not!" She snapped.
"Yes, you are," Southshore replied smiling and clearly having fun.
Brockton did her best to ignore the banter of the two cruisers as her lookouts reported that the naval forces based at Lord's Port Naval Yard were clear of Brockton Bay and were maneuvering to join up with them. The Littoral Combat Ships were sleek trimarans that radiated speed, grace, and power - behind them came the significantly smaller PHMs, small little hydrofoils.
"
Brockton-Actual, this Water Witch-Actual, flagship of the LCS Squadron, moving to rendezvous, over." A man's voice blared through her radios.
"Affirmative Water Witch-Actual, be advised, Valcour Island has just about finished launching her strike. Once she's finished securing from air ops, we can head north, what's your maximum possible speed, over?" Brockton said she was unfamiliar with the
Independence class LCS and its capabilities.
"
Maximum speed at flank for my LCSes is thirty-eight, repeat three-eight knots. The PHMs can manage forty-eight, repeat four-eight knots at flank while foilborne, over." Water Witch-Actual replied and Brockton nodded, that was plenty fast though her fastest ship could only manage about thirty-three knots, granted if she were loaded light then she might be able to run with the LCSes at flank. That being said, the PHMs would absolutely leave her in the dust, which was saying something since she could probably crowd thirty-six knots herself.
"Roger Water Witch-Actual, be advised, slowest ship flank speed is thirty-three, repeat three-three knots, over," Brockton replied as she caught sight of a blinker light on
Valcour Island flashing at her, it took her a second to decipher the flashes.
[Brockton, Valcour Island, air operations completed with all birds launched. I am flushing Avgas lines with CO2 now, Let's go kick some ass.] The message said and Brockton allowed a smile to spread across her features.
"
Affirmative Brockton-Actual, over."
"Water Witch-Actual, be advised, assume defensive formation, Valcour Island just finished air operations and she's flushed her lines with CO2, we're good to move out," Brockton said and she smiled grimly, she had work to do and it was going to be oh so much fun smashing the enemy flat.
<<
Ma'am, might I recommend that when we get underway we use emission controls?>> One of her fairies, a man who in another life would have been her captain during the Second World War asked.
Brockton thought about it, before nodding. <<
Good idea, we will assume radio silence once we head for Saco Bay.>> she told him.
"
Affirmative Brockton-Actual, let's head into harm's way." Water Witch Actual replied and Brockton nodded before hitting the TBS.
"All ships weigh anchor and set sail for Saco Bay. As of now, we're under emission controls." She ordered her formation before passing orders to her crew. Her blowers roared as the amount of fuel and air reaching her boilers increased exponentially and as such, so did production of steam which rushed to her turbines which joyfully accepted the offering. Her screws spun faster, and the water before her split as she accelerated up to speed.
The flames that roared into the sky from Brockton Bay began to move to the south as she started her long sprint north. Thirty-three knots wasn't the fastest that she could manage, nor could her hull sustain these speeds for long periods. But for a brief jaunt up to Saco Bay was something that she could very much do and it wouldn't even strain her turbines too much either. Still, it was forty-five miles to Saco Bay, and at her flank speed, it would take her assembled force a little over an hour to reach it. That might seem like a long time, but as far as the military was concerned - an hour wasn't very long. Any information that they got on the attacking forces would be considered immediate, actionable intelligence.
Regardless, deep, deep down, there was something that had been stirred within Brockton. A primal fury at enemy boots on the sovereign soil of the United States of America. It was something that in her opinion shouldn't be able to stand and it wouldn't stand as long as she was alive.
She caught a glimpse of a flashing signal light from one of the ships, it took her a second to realize it was Norfolk who was flashing that light at her.
[Brockton?] she flashed nervously. Huh, she hadn't even known that there
was Morse code for question marks. The fact that she could even determine that Norfolk was nervous was honestly, rather
strange.
[Yes Norfolk, what's wrong?] she blinked back.
[Scared, Brockton, I am scared. Why did this happen? Who chose it to happen?] Norfolk asked if the jerkiness in the light surprised her. It wasn't exactly smooth, maybe her emotions were affecting her crew?
[I have no idea who decided to cause this nor do I know why they did so. I wish that I did though, it would make directing my anger easier.] Brockton replied truth be told, she was also scared but she didn't want to tell those under command, because she feared that it would disrupt command if they knew that she was scared. After all, who would follow someone who was scared into battle?
[I just wish that Bangor hadn't seen her parents die before her eyes. That's…that's horrifying, but the worst part is that I am also very distrustful of her.] Norfolk said and Brockton paused, why the hell was Norfolk distrustful of Bangor because it made no sense.
[Explain.] she practically demanded.
[I am Jewish, remember? I've always been distrustful of those who aren't part of the local community because of fucking Empire 88.] Norfolk seemingly snapped at her if the rapidity of the blinks were anything to go off of.
[Are you distrustful of me?] Brockton asked back, hoping to try and make sure that Norfolk wasn't a wildcard.
[A little, but that's because I don't know how you stand on Jews.] Norfolk replied, almost skittishly.
[Jews? Norfolk, I have no problems with you being Jewish, if I did then Mom would kill me very slowly. Now, want me to punch out Hookwolf with 180k shaft horsepower?] Brockton said, hoping that she made her stance clear.
The light flickered erratically for several seconds after that, Brockton realized that she could very faintly hear over the sound of the water and the wind from her motion forward, laughter. Then the light resumed normal blinking.
[As long as I can record it, you have a deal.]
Brockton allowed a smile to grow across her face.
[Can do.]
Hannah Washington
Flames crackled in her ears.
Smoke choked her lungs.
Copper filled her mouth.
Spots danced in her eyes.
Heat blistered her skin.
Despite this, she swam, pulling Shawn along with her as she kicked feverishly in the hellish burning water. It was almost paradoxical, water should not be able to catch fire. Yet that's what was happening here, that's what she was swimming through, a sea of burning water.
Each kick sent jolts of pain up her legs and each painful breath caused the ache in her chest to intensify it seemed. She spat to try and get the taste of copper out of her mouth and a crimson glob came out, she shuddered. No wonder her mouth and throat tasted of copper, there was blood in them. More than that, she struggled to keep both her head and the head of the person she was trying to save above water even though said water was actively
on fire.
"Let me go, Hannah!" Shawn demanded of her.
"I won't!" She sniped back, and she could see the ship with 425 on the bow, men were manning hoses and working furious to attack the flames around them and nets were clearly in the water. Tiny figures coated in oil climbed up those nets while others which seemed to be on fire were physically dragged up on deck with ropes and life rings.
"Hannah, you are barely able to stay on the surface as it is… you're not going to be able to make it to that ship," Shawn grunted as a swell washed over both of them, her eyes started burning as oil got into them.
"I am not letting go!" Hannah practically screamed at him, she wouldn't let go, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing Shawn to the deep blue sea. She'd lost too many people to things she could have saved them from. Her childhood friends just mangled corpses in the sand due to the minefield they'd been forced to walk through by fucking Turks. They couldn't escape it either due to the barrier troops they had placed who would shoot at them.
"I am not asking, since I can't feel my legs thus I doubt that I can climb up the net," Shawn replied calmly, she wouldn't let him go.
"Then they'll haul you aboard!" she snapped, she could see the men hauling lines along the ship's side.
Something thumped against her legs as she kicked trying to drag her fellow hero to the ship that was working furiously to rescue oil-covered people from the burning waters before the fires got them all. Then it snagged her and something wrapped around her leg!
Shit. Hannah thought having just enough time to draw in a deep breath before the thing, likely a rope from the Rig snared her and tightened around her leg. She thrashed her legs trying to get the rope to come loose, for it to let her go but all her actions managed to do was seemingly tangle herself even more!
"Help!" she screamed loudly, trying to get the attention of the ship, but over the roar of the flames, she couldn't be heard even as she screamed again and again in desperation. It was unbecoming of a hero, she knew, but she wasn't Miss Militia right now, not since her mask had slipped off, she was just Hannah.
Shawn was reaching for something on his belt, his hands scrabbling at something just out of sight.
I am going to die here. Hannah realized she couldn't get free, not without letting go of Shawn who couldn't hope to even tread water if he had no feeling in his legs and she knew from experience that he couldn't float on his back, like, paradoxically she could. She didn't want to abandon him and couldn't bear the thought of letting go for even a few minutes to work herself free. Not when he couldn't still swim.
Tears stung her eyes as the flames seemed to roar ever higher, the thunderclap of detonations from the burning tank farm. The acrid fumes burned her nose as she desperately tried to get free even as a burning sensation began to ravage her due to the heat. She couldn't think of any way that she could get out of this one, no way that would see her not dying tangled in a line that she couldn't see and probably wouldn't be able to find.
She looked fornlorningly out at the ship with the big bold number on its prow with a sense of longing. Safety was so close she could practically taste it and yet, because she had gotten tangled, she would never reach it.
She'd been to Simurgh fights, she had seen the effect that the bitch had on people and how she killed. Hannah couldn't help but wonder if this was what it was like to be on the receiving end of her cruelty, to see safety so close and yet have it be an impossible distance. It was taunting her, tormenting her, to know that salvation was so close and yet out of her grasp.
She could die either to the flames or to the water now…it caused her to sob quietly. The shells were no longer falling, but the aftermath was still killing people.
Suddenly there was a knife in Shawn's hands, where the hell had he gotten
that? Was the first thing that crossed Hannah's mind. Then the crippled man spoke up. "Let me go, Hannah," he said firmly.
For a moment, Hannah's mind blanked in shock. "Why?" she asked through the searing pain, her vision turning foggy and red.
"To cut the rope," Shawn said plainly.
Hannah couldn't believe her ears. "But you'll die!"
To her shock and amazement, Shawn despite the pain that he
must have been feeling grinned. "We're heroes Hannah, putting our lives at risk to save others is part of business. Remember what Velocity said about the motto of the Pararescue Jumpers?" he said simply and Hannah nodded meekly.
"Y-yes, its 'so others may live' right?" Hannah asked, well aware that her energy had been largely sapped trying to break free of whatever had ensnared her.
"That's it, it means that you will sacrifice your own life so that others may live," Shawn said and with that, he wrenched himself out of Hannah's grip, and before the Kurdish-American could scream at Shawn to not do it, he slipped under the water.
She could feel him working his way down to whatever had ensnared her. Then she felt whatever had her shifting as if it was being cut, it must have been thick for it continued for several long moments and then suddenly, the sensation of restraint vanished. Free! She was free!
Shawn didn't come up.
He didn't come
up.
No! No!
She sobbed as she realized that Shawn had
known he likely wouldn't be able to come back up if the rope was as thick as it must have been. And yet, he had done it anyway…
She began to honestly cry in despair at her teammate's sacrifice, but despite the tears in her eyes, she
knew that she couldn't allow his death to be in vain. She turned, rolling onto her back, and began to
really swim towards the strange ship that stood like a rescuing angel amongst the flames.
Despite the pain coursing through her body as she paddled through the burning waters, she eventually got within earshot of the ship and heard voices of the men on deck start shouting words of encouragement and helping guide her in.
The hull loomed above her like an ancient titan…its guns were gleaming and men in khaki uniforms lined the rails.
Climbing the net was an exercise in agony and pain, her hands and feet were slick with oil and water, which made getting a grip difficult, and by some miracle, she didn't fall. As she got up close to the railing, hands slipped under her arms and she was physically
hauled aboard and then deposited on something.
"Jesus Christ, Corpsman!
Corpsman!" Someone shouted as she looked around, the ship she was on had a fine collection of weapons that she could see. A warship, this was a warship, an
old one at that.
Where had it come from? Brockton Bay didn't have any naval museums. She was about to ask where this ship had come from when suddenly the world grew dim and she felt very weak.
"Quickly! To the Wardroom!" someone shouted.
Then nothing.
Radiant
Saco Maine
Radiant swore and ducked as faceless soldiers wearing tattered uniforms fired a ragged volley from their rifles, it was answered by sustained automatic fire from the MP5s. The report of the submachine guns sounded weak and pathetic against the heavy crashing of their bolt action rifles and the rhythmic clacking of their actions after every shot.
"Advance! Heavy support will be here in a moment!" A PRT officer shouted and fired off a burst from his submachine gun.
Radiant bolted out of cover, power glowing in her hands as she moved. Gunfire ripped through the air as she ran towards the next car that was some twenty feet closer to the enemy. Ruined buildings and fires were everywhere as shells kept falling. She fired a bolt of energy, her blaster power didn't grant her an ability that had a lot of explosive or penetrative capability, but had a lot of concussive force.
The blast struck one of the figures that she could just barely make out and hurled it to the ground even as something
vroomped past her ear amidst the constant crackling of gunfire. She retaliated with two more shots in rapid succession as she slid into cover. Though she had no idea where those went.
She checked her surroundings just in time to see a PRT trooper get hit, the bullet caved the faceplate, snatched the man off his feet, and tossed the corpse to the ground. She resisted the urge to throw up like she had when Austerity had been shredded beyond recognition by a grenade. She looked away from the body and threw another energy blast down range.
Gunfire rattled in response, and the car shuddered amidst an alarming series of
bangs, as the enemy bullets ripped into it. She poked out and fired a bolt of energy and immediately ducked back as more gunfire crashed into her cover, one bullet succeeding in piercing all the way through. She leaped back from the sudden hole in the door with a yelp of terror.
"GRENADE!" someone screamed and Radiant threw herself to the ground and something clattered to her right before detonating with a hellish roar. Shrapnel whistled through the air hellishly, pinging off the ground and steel.
Braap! Automatic gunfire now screamed up the street.
"That's a fucking DP!" someone shouted, as more bullets screamed through the air and MP5s chattered in response to the automatic weapon beginning to lay down its storm of steel.
Going to die here. Was the first thought that came to Radiant's mind as she stuck out of cover and fired another bolt of light, this time she faintly heard a high-pitched cry of pain that didn't quite seem human.
In response, the automatic weapon checked its fire on whatever it had been suppressing and shifted its attention to her. The alarming noise that came from the car as heavy bullets tore into the metal was absolutely deafening, it drowned out all other noise that she could hear.
Behind her, she heard the roar of a diesel engine and looked over her shoulder just as a heavy response PRT truck raced around the corner, the six barreled weapon on its roof fired with a sound that a horrific combination of an electric motor and a continuous roar, the weapon belching a jet of flame nearly as long as her arm. The relief was immensely gratifying as the gunfire ceased and she rolled out of cover, her hands glowing and Radiant advanced.
The enemy was swept aside by the murderous fire being put out by the PRT vehicle, the minigun was sweeping what looked like laser beams across
anything that shot at them. Enemies shattered and came apart under the hammer blows which when joined with her energy pulses made the advance all the easier.
Off in the distance, a low rumble combined with a really weird noise
began and steadily got louder, though Radiant didn't notice at first. But someone else
did.
"I don't like the sound of that." A PRT trooper said as Radiant fired a bolt of energy that partially caved the skull of an enemy.
"Why's that?" Radiant asked, they were winning! What was there to be concerned about?
"Because
that sounds like a tank and I don't know how the fuck we're going to kill it." The man said sharply.
"Blaster here, I can handle it," Radiant said, confident in her abilities as a cape as she hurled another bolt of light down range. However, there were slim pickings for targets as that PRT vehicle was putting them all in graves.
"If you say so." The PRT man said as he fired a burst, joined an instant later by the minigun spewing death.
The grinding, clattering, and clacking of the tank grew louder and louder as if it was getting closer. She was a cape, no need to worry about it.
Two minutes later, rising out of a shell crater it rumbled up. A huge metal beast seemed to climb ever higher into the air before a tipping point was reached and it
slammed onto the ground, riding on its suspension the vehicle approached.
The minigun roared and red tracers pinwheeled off its armor like rain amidst an utterly
deafening racket even as the truck shifted into reverse and began backing up frantically. Radiant called upon her power and fired.
The bolt of orange light slammed into the tank and didn't even phase it. She fired again and again, the bolts simply shattered upon its black chitin armor as it calmly rotated its turret, and well, a three-inch gun didn't seem that big… until you stared down the business end of it.
Ka-wham! Flame and smoke blasted from the cannon, the front half of the PRT vehicle shattered in an apocalypse of flying metal and fire, the fuel tanks cooked off and added to the inferno that the vehicle became flying shrapnel sliced open gashes in Radiant's legs and arms, blood wept from them and she cried out in pain as she tumbled to the pavement.
As she scrambled out she realized that the gunner for the PRT vehicle was still alive…and in the process of burning to death. His screams were extremely loud, the sound tore at her ears as the wails of the dying man were horrifying to behold, an apt comparison would be nails on a chalkboard being produced by a human throat.
Radiant couldn't help it. She fired a single bolt and the screams mercifully
stopped.
The tank's turret traversed and fired, and an entire PRT squad disintegrated amidst the explosion, and body parts and pieces thereof went through the air. The dim light made Radiant grateful that she couldn't make out the full details of what had just happened to six men beyond that they had died messily.
Shouts and screams rose from the PRT agents, most of them were some variation of "Oh shit, run." and "How the
fuck are we going to kill that thing?"
Radiant couldn't believe what she was seeing as she fired again and again, her energy bolts did not affect the tank. They shattered harmlessly on its armor and the tank's gun roared again, a wall blew out in a detonation sending chunks of masonry flying through the air, the shockwave rattling her bones.
She backpedaled, still firing even as behind the tank, another of the thirty-ton monsters ground out of the crater. It also fired as well, the shell howled through the air and detonated somewhere behind her. The shockwave from the blast caused her to nearly tumble forward, but she planted her feet and continued spraying energy bolts as quickly as she could into the advancing tide of infantry that were moving up confidently alongside their tanks despite the scattered fire that was pouring into them.
The fire that the enemy sent their way was devastatingly accurate, PRT bodies fell to the ground lifeless, jerking in ways that seemed painful as they slumped and collapsed.
Then she got hit, a bullet blew through her shoulder, blood splashed and all feeling in her left arm
vanished, the limb flopped uselessly as she tumbled to the ground with a shriek of terror and agony. She could feel pain from her skinned knees and her ruined shoulder.
Going to die here. Radiant thought as a weapon next to the cannon on the lead tank, green and white tracers slashed through the air, several times she heard screams amidst meaty thunks. She realized that this was the end, they were overrun, and they had no way to stop those tanks - their guns were useless and her blaster power might as well have been spitballs.
Her radio bead squawked. "
This is Warhorse 5-1, attention all ground forces, we're on station," An unfamiliar voice said, in the background was what seemed like an utterly feral scream of engines.
One of the PRT men shouted something about them being on the verge of overrun and said that Warhorse 5-1 was 'cleared hot'. "
Roger, rolling in."
An echoing scream built up, a shriek that was like thunder. It caused Radiant to throw her head up to try and spot in the dark skies the aircraft that had to be slashing down out of the heavens like avenging angels. The radio squawked again "
Warhorse 5-1, guns guns guns."
The tanks exploded as many hundreds of tiny explosions went racing up the street like a vicious combine, enemy soldiers shattered into pieces, and gouts of fire shot into the sky from the exploding vehicles.
Then came the gun report, similar to the minigun she had heard but
much louder - before with an echoing screech, an aircraft shaped like a church's cross
rocketed overhead its turbofan engines roaring joyously as the craft pulled up and away.
"
Warhorse 5-2, rolling in weapons hot."
Radiant looked up, inland and spotted the aircraft hurtling in. She saw a craft with a bubble-like canopy, wide straight wings, an H-tail, and two high-mounted engines. It hurtled in hard and fast, its turbofans shrieking righteous fury.
"
Rockets away." The pilot announces as he does two things flash under the wings and a rapid-fire fusilade of explosions blooms somewhat farther away. The second fighter pulled up and away rocketing up into the heavens and banking back towards the west. As the fighter did so, a sporadic series of orange flashes appeared in the sky. "
Taking AA fire." the pilot said in a remarkably calm voice for being shot at.
Radiant keyed her radio. "This is Radiant, local hero, Warhorse 5-2, how the fuck can you keep your cool despite being shot at?" she demanded
"
Considering what's near the beach, I think they just have bad aim." The pilot shot back as sporadic stabs of yellow light now streaked up into the heavens along with an incessant rattle of automatic gunfire.
"Fuck, Radiant, your hit!" Someone shouted. A PRT officer ran up to her, a can of biological medical foam in hand, some medical specialty tinker had created it as a way to revolutionize battlefield medicine with the basic idea having been taken from the Halo novels. The man was rapidly shaking the can as he prepared to use it.
Radiant laughed weakly. "I know, fuck, I think my shoulder's fucked." she panted, looking at the ragged entry wound, a bloody hole that was easily the size of her thumb.
"Fucked is understating it, you
probably need someone like Panacea more than likely to gain full mobility back in your arm." The man said as he pushed the applicator into the wound and with a sensation like a hundred burning knives the foam was applied, cleansing it and packing the wound.
"Gah!" she snarled out from the pain that buried itself deep into her shoulder, it quickly faded but that didn't mean it was unpleasant. The man quickly slapped a bandage on both sides of the wound, it was packed for now and would hold for several hours. Long enough for her to get transported to a proper medical facility…at least she hoped.
The PRT man seemed to nod in sympathy, and then he paused. "Say again Warhorse 5-1, you have IFF pings from BFTs stating there's six capes inbound?"
"Confirmed, okay, names?" The man asked and then he cursed and looked at her, bewilderment clear in his body language.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Aegis, Lady Photon, Shielder, Laserdream, Glory Girl, and Purity from Brockton Bay are coming in, according to the BFT, Aegis, and Glory Girl are strike-loaded," the man said and Radiant raised an eyebrow.
"What the fuck are they doing so far north?" Radiant asked before she realized something, "And why are they strike-loaded? What does that even
mean?"
"Believe me, I am trying to figure out why they are this far north. But for Alexandria Packages like them? Strike loaded means that they're lugging a two thousand pound general purpose bomb." The PRT man said and Radiant could tell by his body language that he was rather confused, capes were far north from their usual stomping grounds and armed for war.
It was just another sign of how the world had seemingly gone mad just a few hours ago when they had capes lugging bombs. It just wasn't right, this was something that China or the USSR would do,
not the United States and yet, it was happening. Radiant feared that she was witnessing cape culture as America knew it beginning to enter a tailspin from which it would never recover.
She looked at the PRT man and asked a single question. "Will cape culture be the same after this?"
"I don't think it will Radiant," was the reply.
Ten miles south and ten thousand feet up
Glory Girl
It was strange flying this high, she had never flown this high before and she was thankful that her shield could act like a pressure suit. But the view that she could see was nothing short of horrifying, ahead of her Portland Maine was burning, a titanic leviathan of the ocean sat leisurely at anchor, guns the size of trees casually discharging every thirty seconds, and the explosions from the shells were blinding. Weapons located along the ship's sides were firing almost constantly and the escorting ships were doing the same.
Closer to her and off the coast of Saco lay a blocking force and a landing force. Ships of all sizes cut through the water, most notable was a pair of weird-looking things with a pair of huge quadruple turrets forward with several smaller quadruple turrets located along the sides and aft, with a singular funnel rising from amidships. It didn't look anything like the beasts of steel that she had flown over while racing north to catch something called a 'strike package'.
They looked decidedly wrong as if the poor crooked squire had built them out of metal that screeched
EVIL to the heavens for all to hear. But she wasn't concerned about them, she was primarily concerned about the big bastard that was content with shelling Portland, it looked larger and heavier than the small but long ships that were patrolling off the coast of Saco Bay. That thing had weaponry that was likely larger and more importantly, it was actively murdering people and she could tell that it was enjoying the fact that it could be so
casual in the slaughter it was unleashing.
She keyed her radio. "Lady Photon, I'm going to attack the thing shelling Portland," she announced casually, she wanted to call Lady Photon, Aunt Sarah, but knew that it wasn't time.
There was a pause before Lady Photon replied. "
Okay Glory Girl, I want you to take Aegis with you. Myself, Laserdream, Shielder, and Purity will support the air attack on the closer enemy force."
"Got it." Glory Girl replied.
"
Roger," Aegis said.
"
Godspeed you two." Lady Photon said and Glory Girl couldn't help it, she broke what was routinely identified as protocol among capes.
"Thanks, Aunt Sarah," Victoria said, voice carrying a nervous tone. This day had been a thing and frankly, she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
"
You can handle this Victoria, you've handled worse before," Aunt Sarah said, having noticed her slip up and she didn't admonish her for it.
"Thank you, Aunt Sarah. See you back in Brockton Bay so me and Aegis can tell you all about how we sank that big bastard," Victoria said eagerly.
"
And we will explain how well we did against this group here. Good luck Victoria!" Aunt Sarah replied, she wasn't apprehensive, if anything, she sounded
eager.
Glory Girl climbed and accelerated, signaling to Aegis as she did so, a quick glance confirmed that the Wards Cape was following her, climbing and accelerating. She wanted to close as quickly as possible with that big bastard and knock it out as quickly as possible.
This was doable, she could handle it. She was the best flier in Brockton Bay after all and she was eager to avenge the deaths caused by the monsters of the deep blue sea which had risen like tyrants to slaughter those who opposed them. She snarled, they would die in time.
As she approached, she could begin to pick out details on the ship. It had four heavy turrets and an enormous funnel situated between two masts, the forward one was a tripod, and forward of the tripod was a bunker-like superstructure. She didn't recognize the ship in the slightest, it matched nothing that she could immediately recognize - but she did know that it was an intimidating thing - a virtual mountain of armor and guns.
She was going to sink it and would boast about how she sank a battleship on PHO.
As she peered down upon her prey, she saw things skittering across the deck and starting to man something. She realized just as her radio clicked and Aegis announced that he was starting his run that the things were manning
anti-aircraft guns. With a sinking feeling, she realized that she was about to play dive bomber, with a real bomb, and was going to get shot at.
Her mind went from thinking 'This is gonna be
awesome' to 'This is gonna
suck'. No choice though, she keyed her radio and then said "Glory Girl, starting my run."
Then she dove, hurtling towards the battleship just as it erupted, gun flashes stabbing from four separate positions, and moments later, the storm of yellow tracers and shrieking shells were all around her. The sound of the wind rushing in her ears dueled harshly with the
vroom of near misses from the small guns and the
ka-whams of exploding projectiles from the larger weapons.
BOOM!
A shell hit her forcefield literally
millimeters from her face, the projectile deforming before her eyes before exploding, popping her field and sending her tumbling with her ears ringing. She regained control and was aware of some sort of pain in her back and right arm but she ignored that pain for now and after quickly determing where she was, dove once again even as the maelstrom tried to zero in on her.
Shrieking shrapnel and glowing tracers caged her, steel slamming into her field, this time it
miraculously held, but she pushed herself to go faster and she dove into the hell that was surrounding her.
Another hit, her shield dropped again but this time she didn't tumble, when it came back she felt pain along her left side. She smiled, she was catching up to Aegis and she might act-
Aegis vanished, being ground zero for an apocalyptic explosion. The shockwave punted her, hurling her off course and causing her head to ring, she could hear bells ringing and could feel blood gashes in her front and part of her vision was cast in a red haze. Regaining her wits took time and she recovered almost too close to the water.
That's when she realized that the guns couldn't really hit her and grinning despite her throbbing head, she accelerated. Plumes of water hurtled up around her as she wove through the cones of tracer fire that was reaching out to touch her. Perfectly close now, hit bomb release with one hand, caught it in the other, and then she one hand
slamdunked the bomb straight down the funnel and proceeded to fly away like hell.
WHUMP.
The explosion displaced water and the vessel began sagging alarmingly and began listing, her bomb might have blown out its bottom and broken the keel, but with how the ship simply was
built, she couldn't tell if she had indeed broken its back. The terrifying thing though was how it quickly began to sink, heaving onto its side.
Glory Girl pitched up and climbed away, as she did so, she glanced down at herself and saw that she had been mangled, bloody wounds that were almost like stabs wept crimson fluid and her right arm had a large chunk sliced out of it. Huh, that was…weird…being able to see your own arm bones…she would need to see Amy.
As she turned to fly south, she caught sight of burning pillars rising from the water and the beach, aircraft shaped like crosses were headed inland, she counted six of them and two definitely seemed damaged. She could also see Purity shining like the sun, a blazing jewel of sculpted white light. A perfect guide marker.
She effortlessly caught up to the other flier. "Where's Aegis?" The E88 Cape asked her.
"Dead, I think his bomb got hit directly and it exploded." Glory Girl replied, bringing a hand up to clutch her throbbing skull. "I think I am concussed and I am badly mangled, Aunt Sarah's gonna kill me for that slamdunk stunt."
Purity shifted nervously and that's when Glory Girl realized that she was carrying Crystal who…just sort of ended at the waist. She looked at Purity panic rising after realizing that the other two Legend Packages were
missing. "Where's Lady Photon and Shielder?" she asked frantically.
Purity only said one word. "Gone." she sobbed.
Glory Girl felt her world shatter, Aunt Sarah…dead…no…no…not like that…not that easily. Aunt Sarah had been alive just a few minutes ago! They had been eager to swap stories about how they had destroyed the unknown enemy that was attacking. She felt a hand on her and she looked
up, oh, she had lost altitude…
There was a wetness on her cheeks and the sobs came shortly after.