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Golgotha
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But surely the alien being that thinks literally nothing like a human will respect our societal order, preserving everything about it but place us on the top of the hierarchy?
Nothing can possibly go wrong!
Nothing can possibly go wrong!
Jordisk
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The midnight parade is coming. It will likely go as poorly as genestealers against Astartes.
Oglymogly
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Actually, if they captured the alien and used the study of its genetics to make their kids modifications, that means the alien is at least over ten years old. According to last chapter, that's really bad, expert level bad. Worst, this one is smart enough to bargain with, which implies that it's going to modify itself quickly as it figures out what works best.
Depending on how old the alien is, this might be bad enough to win the planet, if the alien gets lucky in how the humans respond.
Edit: Oh, I just realized that all of the videos of the fights between mechs and aliens were implied to be publicly avaliable. What if the idiots have been training the alien? All of the mechs on the planet are very similar, what if there's one strategy that they're weak to?
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Phillipe was running on half backed plans, dreams, and whatever passed as adrenaline for him, and he knew it. He really didn't see a better option though. This was completely unexpected and doubly mad. He genuinely couldn't follow the thought processes behind it. Especially once he noticed the movement of various people on the street. Rebellions weren't unheard of, but those were typically over poor pilot treatment. Last he heard morale was actually moving up!
Entering the hotel the foreigner was in wasn't hard. Bolt and Lilly had requested a VIP expensive one with high security. Genuine security. Phillipe could enter the hotel, but past that he would normally have been checked by the concierge and been forced to wait at a minimum. On a night like this there might have even been police involved depending on the mood of the officials.
That was the first clue that something was wrong here too. The front desk was empty. That didn't happen. Period.
"Merde." Phillipe swore and vaulted over the desk to look at the front desk controls.
Fortunately it wasn't locked. Whether through cost cutting measures or because of other factors, the main controls were available. Phillipe didn't have access to much admittedly. Check in, check out, and call lines. The latter was what he needed. VIP suites direct lines. He tapped the line to one of the numbers.
No response. He moved down the list.
This line rang again to no response. Phillipe cursed slightly and moved down.
The third rang several times and he was just about to hang up before it was answered. "Who the hell are you and what to you want?!" Bolt answered with genuine anger.
"This iz Phillipe!" The young man practically shouted. "Something is happening in the city and you might be in danger."
"Phillippe? The kid we met? Haha, good warning!" Lilly called out with a small laugh that had a trace of an edge. "That explains the team outside the door."
"Outside the door?!" Phillipe asked incredulously. "Merde, no. Don't let them take you. I'll try to think of something."
"Don't worry. They were a bunch of people that thought just guns and normal clothing was enough." Bolt said calmly. "The doors are secured, and they're down. We were trying to get contact with someone, but I'm guessing that this isn't just us."
Phillipe felt a cross between surprise and relief at the news and how calmly they were taking it. He barely noticed the rest of the conversation. He just told the couple where he was and answered a few questions. He only snapped out it when the two came down in masks and some sort of thick clothing.
"Slap this on." Bolt ordered as he presented a large robe and mask. "Do ya know where bunkers are?" He asked. "A city like this should have them."
"Some school drills have us head to one. It's usually accompanied by automated directions." The teenager answered as he pulled on the clothing. "What is this?" He asked belatedly.
An explosion happened, large and close enough that Phillipe flinched. The lights flickered before something clicked in the hotel and the emergency power turned on with a hum. A few lights turned red, but the usual alarms weren't happening.
"That." Bolt said grimly. "It's to handle that. We need ta get to the bunker. Everything is jammed and I have to assume emergency systems are being cut and interfered with now. My comm can get through it but we don't have time to wait for rescue. Get secured and go from there."
"Ah." Phillipe flinched as he heard cannon fire. "AH, my friends! They are also in danger!"
"Call them." Bolt threw his comm the young man's way. "We have a map hun?" He asked Lilly.
"All of it was digital, but some of it had independent power and was working correctly." Lilly answered and held up a sheet with a traced out map. "Nearest bunker."
Phillipe barely had time to direct his friends before the couple dragged him out of the hotel. "Wait, wait!! We can't go that way!" He shouted as glanced at the map.
"This place is a mess of alleyways so that's not surprising but where then?!" Lilly demanded. "Also mask on. I don't know what you're immune to, but the dust is going to get bad quick." Another explosion in the distance emphasized the point.
"All right. Down the alleyway to the right, and the street there has a underwalk that's not on map." Phillipe breathed out and glanced at his borrowed comm as a shaky video showed some damage his friends were seeing. "Oh, damnit all. One of the skyscrapers has fallen."
"Is it near your friends?" Bolt asked as he practically carried the other man.
"In sight. Those things are supposed to be reinforced to avoid that." Phillipe observed before shaking off the hand. "I am more fit than I look. Let me lead." He began to run even as he kept an eye on the comm. "Ok, my comrades will be able to meet us there."
The snap-hiss-pop and tackle completely destroyed what what pride and control he'd managed to gather. A few steps away something sizzled. Phillipe stared at the molten line on the wall half a block away with mild horror. It wasn't even a near miss. It was a shot in his general vicinity. The heat was such that he was quite sure that he would have had serious burns without the protective clothing and Lilly tackling him.
"Stray shot. From the right. Eyes not on us." The girl in question breathed out and grunted as she got to her feet. "I really shouldn't have done that."
"We'll get a checkup later. Our ships still in orbit and I don't trust trying an extraction in a warzone with an automated ship." Bolt said and helped his wife move.
The teenager gulped and continued to lead. Despite himself, and the brush with danger, he was achieving some measure of calm. It wasn't coming easily, but he had been drilled for things like this. With the battle damage the streets were even worse than usual. He tried to ignore the blood that accompanied that observation.
Reaching the shelter was a relief. His friends and some other people were there as well. There was a lot of crying. Bolt and Lilly took one look at them before Lilly stepped up.
"Everyone into the shelter now." The woman didn't shout. She simply ordered.
Phillipe was reminded right then and there that the woman was an expert still. The obedience was immediate and unquestioned. He wasn't excluded by that. He moved in before he could even register the order.
Inside was a mess. There was crying, there were people with burns, and one poor soul had what looked to be shrapnel in his torso. It was a wonder that he'd managed to get to the shelter really.
That was the first thing he did, almost before realizing it. He grabbed that man and dragged him to the automatic treatment facility. The machine wasn't that useful without a doctor, but it could stablize most war injuries. It was built for this. Throwing the man into it would hopefully keep him from dying.
"What is going on?" One of his friends asked.
"Do you expect me to have answers?" Phillipe answered back before taking a deep breath. "Never mind that. Did we get everyone?"
"Oui!"
Phillipe did a headcount even with that confirmation. It was only after he personally confirmed that his people were there that he let himself relax slightly. It was a small relief. It was also more than a little disheartening. His little group had twenty three people. It was the largest group in the shelter. The city had several million people in it.
The teenager didn't say it, but he feared the casualty rate was going to he horrendous. But what could he do? Going out there would be just adding to the victims according to Bolt. They lacked the tools and training to help, and it was devolving into a warzone. Phillipe felt more than a little lost.
Entering the hotel the foreigner was in wasn't hard. Bolt and Lilly had requested a VIP expensive one with high security. Genuine security. Phillipe could enter the hotel, but past that he would normally have been checked by the concierge and been forced to wait at a minimum. On a night like this there might have even been police involved depending on the mood of the officials.
That was the first clue that something was wrong here too. The front desk was empty. That didn't happen. Period.
"Merde." Phillipe swore and vaulted over the desk to look at the front desk controls.
Fortunately it wasn't locked. Whether through cost cutting measures or because of other factors, the main controls were available. Phillipe didn't have access to much admittedly. Check in, check out, and call lines. The latter was what he needed. VIP suites direct lines. He tapped the line to one of the numbers.
No response. He moved down the list.
This line rang again to no response. Phillipe cursed slightly and moved down.
The third rang several times and he was just about to hang up before it was answered. "Who the hell are you and what to you want?!" Bolt answered with genuine anger.
"This iz Phillipe!" The young man practically shouted. "Something is happening in the city and you might be in danger."
"Phillippe? The kid we met? Haha, good warning!" Lilly called out with a small laugh that had a trace of an edge. "That explains the team outside the door."
"Outside the door?!" Phillipe asked incredulously. "Merde, no. Don't let them take you. I'll try to think of something."
"Don't worry. They were a bunch of people that thought just guns and normal clothing was enough." Bolt said calmly. "The doors are secured, and they're down. We were trying to get contact with someone, but I'm guessing that this isn't just us."
Phillipe felt a cross between surprise and relief at the news and how calmly they were taking it. He barely noticed the rest of the conversation. He just told the couple where he was and answered a few questions. He only snapped out it when the two came down in masks and some sort of thick clothing.
"Slap this on." Bolt ordered as he presented a large robe and mask. "Do ya know where bunkers are?" He asked. "A city like this should have them."
"Some school drills have us head to one. It's usually accompanied by automated directions." The teenager answered as he pulled on the clothing. "What is this?" He asked belatedly.
An explosion happened, large and close enough that Phillipe flinched. The lights flickered before something clicked in the hotel and the emergency power turned on with a hum. A few lights turned red, but the usual alarms weren't happening.
"That." Bolt said grimly. "It's to handle that. We need ta get to the bunker. Everything is jammed and I have to assume emergency systems are being cut and interfered with now. My comm can get through it but we don't have time to wait for rescue. Get secured and go from there."
"Ah." Phillipe flinched as he heard cannon fire. "AH, my friends! They are also in danger!"
"Call them." Bolt threw his comm the young man's way. "We have a map hun?" He asked Lilly.
"All of it was digital, but some of it had independent power and was working correctly." Lilly answered and held up a sheet with a traced out map. "Nearest bunker."
Phillipe barely had time to direct his friends before the couple dragged him out of the hotel. "Wait, wait!! We can't go that way!" He shouted as glanced at the map.
"This place is a mess of alleyways so that's not surprising but where then?!" Lilly demanded. "Also mask on. I don't know what you're immune to, but the dust is going to get bad quick." Another explosion in the distance emphasized the point.
"All right. Down the alleyway to the right, and the street there has a underwalk that's not on map." Phillipe breathed out and glanced at his borrowed comm as a shaky video showed some damage his friends were seeing. "Oh, damnit all. One of the skyscrapers has fallen."
"Is it near your friends?" Bolt asked as he practically carried the other man.
"In sight. Those things are supposed to be reinforced to avoid that." Phillipe observed before shaking off the hand. "I am more fit than I look. Let me lead." He began to run even as he kept an eye on the comm. "Ok, my comrades will be able to meet us there."
The snap-hiss-pop and tackle completely destroyed what what pride and control he'd managed to gather. A few steps away something sizzled. Phillipe stared at the molten line on the wall half a block away with mild horror. It wasn't even a near miss. It was a shot in his general vicinity. The heat was such that he was quite sure that he would have had serious burns without the protective clothing and Lilly tackling him.
"Stray shot. From the right. Eyes not on us." The girl in question breathed out and grunted as she got to her feet. "I really shouldn't have done that."
"We'll get a checkup later. Our ships still in orbit and I don't trust trying an extraction in a warzone with an automated ship." Bolt said and helped his wife move.
The teenager gulped and continued to lead. Despite himself, and the brush with danger, he was achieving some measure of calm. It wasn't coming easily, but he had been drilled for things like this. With the battle damage the streets were even worse than usual. He tried to ignore the blood that accompanied that observation.
Reaching the shelter was a relief. His friends and some other people were there as well. There was a lot of crying. Bolt and Lilly took one look at them before Lilly stepped up.
"Everyone into the shelter now." The woman didn't shout. She simply ordered.
Phillipe was reminded right then and there that the woman was an expert still. The obedience was immediate and unquestioned. He wasn't excluded by that. He moved in before he could even register the order.
Inside was a mess. There was crying, there were people with burns, and one poor soul had what looked to be shrapnel in his torso. It was a wonder that he'd managed to get to the shelter really.
That was the first thing he did, almost before realizing it. He grabbed that man and dragged him to the automatic treatment facility. The machine wasn't that useful without a doctor, but it could stablize most war injuries. It was built for this. Throwing the man into it would hopefully keep him from dying.
"What is going on?" One of his friends asked.
"Do you expect me to have answers?" Phillipe answered back before taking a deep breath. "Never mind that. Did we get everyone?"
"Oui!"
Phillipe did a headcount even with that confirmation. It was only after he personally confirmed that his people were there that he let himself relax slightly. It was a small relief. It was also more than a little disheartening. His little group had twenty three people. It was the largest group in the shelter. The city had several million people in it.
The teenager didn't say it, but he feared the casualty rate was going to he horrendous. But what could he do? Going out there would be just adding to the victims according to Bolt. They lacked the tools and training to help, and it was devolving into a warzone. Phillipe felt more than a little lost.