by The Kingpin » Mon Jul 01, 2013 7:54 pm
"Attention unidentified city. This is PXXV-Streitaxt unit 0337 Wustenfuchs. Open this door, or open communications, or I vill be forced to make an entrance of mein own" came Dietrich's voice over the tank's comms as they approached the vast gate of the walled city, the Wustenfuchs rumbling powerfully as its engines shifted into a lower gear. Several moments went by in silence, despite the communication being sent on all frequencies. Sensors detected no change in activity beyond the wall, living or otherwise, and Dietrich quickly drew the conclusion that whatever life remained here was not intelligent. With that, he took the next step.
Conducting scans, he quickly identified the hinges of the massive gates; large gears beneath the surface, meant to raise and lower the gate when required. Taking aim with the secondary guns, the tank opened fire with two Schlag rounds, the rounds punching past the soil and colliding with the relatively shallow steel barrier around the gears. In the wake of the rounds, two large plumes of dust were kicked up, dropping visibility in the immediate vicinity down to nearly zero. A split second later, two fiery blue blasts shook the area as the Schlag rounds blew the barriers around the gate mechanism inwards, sharpnel tearign through and shredding the gears, destroying the lock, a loud rumble being heard as the massive gate slid downwards into the floor, hitting the base of the railed sheath with an earth-shaking boom, smoke, dust and debris being kicked up in it's wake, greenish blue fire pluming from the sides of the gate for a short while before burning itself out. And with that, the Wustenfuchs advanced, rumbling towards the gate and past it, all while eyes watched them from all sides...
Jacob meanwhile, had been studying their surroundings, using his Traction system to keep him moving in unexpected directions, keeping out of reach of the furious tether. Above the mechanical construct, the Operative noted cracks appearing, trickles of water raining down from above, barely visible to the untrained eye, falling towards the machine and being vaporised. The fact the cracks were dark with liquid told him all he needed to know, however. Taking aim with his shotgun, he opened fire, a single, solid Nano-Explosive round slamming into the core of the dome and obliterating it, bringing down a cascade of water, half-melted ice and mangled iron beams, among other debris, remnants of what had existed in this place prior. With the erosion of time and water weakening the wreckage's cohesion, there was nearly nothing stopping tens of tons of debris from plummeting right over the construct below, overwhelming it with sheer quantity...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG