NationStates Jolt Archive

"And they shall be no more, forever crushed under the great doctorine and the glory of Zeon shall travel far and wide across the surface of the globe, for I Thanatos have seen it clearly, our true desires shall purge the wicked and the evil and their shall be true justice for all," The synthesised voice of the Terrible Principal Thanatos would echo throughout the ruined hall his great cape pooling at his feet as his gloved hands risen high to the tortured sky, his sinister mask, it's red glowing slit where eyes should lurk lit an ominous red shone out, his command arrayed around him in full battle dress, Engineers hung in harnessess from the ceiling working mutedly to strengthen the sturcture ruined by war, fire and eternal flame, they worked quickly and quietly, for they knew interupting the great protector, Principal Thanatos would result in their swift deaths, to be cast outside into the lands of the dead, where no living being could long survive.

"Sieg Zeon, Sieg Thanatos, Sieg Zeon, Sieg Thanatos," bellowed the soldiers below, at the edge of the ruined theatre lurked the Elite troops of this military command, the Thanors, the children of death. Their Skull masks a grim reminder of the leader that they served. The silently marched out of the ruined hall, out into a wasteland, rubble was thickly strewn on the ground, the sky a hellish brew of atomic afterglow swirled and surged the tortured ground roiled and roved in the harsh winds as the Thanors kicked their way through the wreckage of a nation whose homeland had been destroyed by their own hand, deflected by unknown means by the ultimate enemy.

"Brother Thanor, did you enjoy the great enlightenment from the Protector?" the filtered voice of one of these dead men echoed across the forlorn landscape, conversing to his comrade in arms, his brother in battle, his armoured foot crushing beneath it a despressing doll, the plaything of a girl long since dead of radiation poisoning, crews in bukly radiation suits were hard at work clearing only portions of the wreckage away, there was simply too much to truly be rid of, and why clear it all away? the Lands of the dead must be properly apportioned.

"indeed I did brother Thanor, the Great Protector is truly inspirational," he cuts off sharply, a crumbling of plaster turning his attention, the gaunt empty eyes of his skull mask gazing glumly at a shattered appartment block, a small girl her skin festering and oozing, her left eye sunken and bruised her mouth puffed out and her toungue swollen, her half crushed body shattered and disfugred as her skin itself was pealing away, her hair hanging in loose clumps from her scorched scalp, a harsh rasping call escaping her chargrilled throat, "He...l...l...p" was all she could manage, her sole remaining eye, bloodied and desperate stared up at the Soldiers, she extended a mangled hand, a large lump of fetid skin fluttering down to the rocky ground as muscle visibly moved where once there was pink fleshy skin, now surged red muscle.

with a crump the hand fell, the head collapsed and the body stopped, fallen motionless, an audible hiss a corak and gasp, life ceased and was gone forever, an orphan of war no more, now she lay dead, half crushed still by a fallen girder, her lifeblood no flooding freely the irradiated ground, lightning and thunder tore the skies assunder, the winds howled and growled through the tortured land, the Thanors turned to face each other nervously stepping back from the expanding pool of blood, hefting their rifles to continue their patrols, "The great Protector is truly a friend to all Brother Thanor," echoes out throughout the wreckage.

They clamber over a shattered mass, their boots clanking on the metal carpace, as they vault over the crest landing on a small outcropping, a shrill crack rings through the air as an insane shreiking fills the air, a scream of over stressed electronics, computerised gibberish filled the air for a shortwhile before ending, the Thanors turned to face the mountain of metal they had just assailed before bringing their rfiles to bear, and with casual ease shot a small piece of metal soaring to the winds to land in the ground a short distance away, turning away laughing gently they continued their patrols through the lands of the dead.

The Emblem on the ground, the four armed star of Destiny, the Emblem of Novacom, sent flying from it's position on a great bird, a Tokon slagged by radiation, the deadly nuclear strike the Xharnians had planned on their enemies, magnificently backfired, and now their lands had risen a new, a sanctuary to the enemies of their enemies, for now Thantos, a Zeonic Principal made his lair in these lands, the Dark Shadow of Death had come to the lands of the dead, and a great power was now alive in this terrible place.

OOC: Zeon oh am going to take you down if i got the right response....what kinda PMT is this low, medium, or high?

OOC: this'll be interesting to see, I'm fairly lax on PMT as long as it's not rediculously uberwank, but for sake of argument mid to late PMT, oh and by the way no WMD's, I doubt what little of the land that is left could handle much more mass destruction.

OOC: Interesting. Before I jump in, don't suppose a little information on what exactly happened would be too much to ask? All I know is nuclear wasteland, psycho with a skull fetish, hordes of fanatically devoted nuts. Was considering the remains of a mercenary company employed by the old regime, whatever it was...

OOC: dont worry no ones useing nukes high PMT mean i can have the GINN the First mobile suit and a limited number of N-Jammers plus high PMT will show the begining of the constuction of the PLANTs and the commonwealth moving to them

OOC: Basically it's the remanants of Xharn's Homeland, after Novacom's War with him which his own nukes were turned against him as he launched them irradiaterd his old homeland, his people have since fled to Irathia so one of Zeon's Generals or Principals as they are knwon as set up shop here figuring that no-one would suspect there being any life left here. At the moment he's not fully established yet, the place now has a rather large set of problems, basically even with heavy radiation shielding most technology is getting slagged so thats hindering things, since progress is slow when you constantly need to repair things.

IC: A great crunching sound rumbled throughout the cavern, Engineers scribbled away on clipboards as they took samples of rock and shouted at each other over the raucous din, at the end of the cavern an aged borring machine was at work widening the carvern, a pair of soldiers standing guard under the entrance, while the Enginners decided on how best to go about the task, "No no and no I say a Titanium weave, anything else would be too easily breached," hollered an enginner at his colleague.

The other mulling it over second with a disticntly peeved expression playing along his expression as he retorted, "and I say that if we had a Titanium gate we'd need to make everything deeper, otherwise we couldn't move it quickly," a great grinding noise sharply interrupts, a sick groaning of metal and an acrid aroma of pungent burning pervades the air, the Enginner slaps a hand to his face groaning, "and that is the reason why, come on boys we have a borer to fix, damn radiation, ruins everything," trudging off to the large machine in a foul mood, a scowl visibly mounted upon his fair face, as his large tapering hands snatched a toolbox from a rack nearby as the other enginners do likewise and begin to clamber up the great machine, intent on repairing the damage of Radiation that pervaded everything, the work was hard doing, the special suits protecting them from the radiation meant work was humid and less precise, several times tools slipped out of their gloved hands accompanied by a muttered curse.

"My Thanor sons have you discovered anything yet? Thanatos demands that you find any survivors," his synthesised voice trails off as a pice of rubble descends from the ceiling, casually rolling off the stage of the ruined theatre to thud onto the cold floor, "Thanatos will not be denied, our eternal glory shall descend from the heavens and we shall sweep away the enemy, you and you, hurry the engineers along, my great vision can never come to fruition if their bumbling slows down construction of a base," he points his gloved claw like fingers at a pair of Thanors, who without hesitation spin on their heels and pad out of the room to "motivate" the enginners, Thanatos steepling his fingers waves a hand, idly dismissing the remaining personell in the hall.

"Leave me, Thanatos must meditate now, and intensify your vigilence, I sense an enemy."

OOC: this going to turn into a armed conflict or is there no need for my troops........nvm i can just say were investigating "suspisous" people

OOC: fairly open ended at the moment, but I'd like to build up some atmosphere first, perhaps chucking in an infiltration team or 2 and a running battle in the cities.

OOC: i should drop 4 teams of GINN's and a N-Jammer out side the city no nukes will ever happen then not even nuke energy oh by the way GINN's are 21.43 meters tall so there easy to see except by large buildings

The squad of Thanors walked slowly through the streets, weapons at the ready as they searched for survivors. They swivelled, pointing their guns towards a nearby doorway, hearing the clatter of rock against rock. Moving forward, they stepped through, vision adjusting to the dim lighting within.

With a blur, barely visible lines coiled around the throats of three of the Thanors, and tightened with a spray of blood. The rest of the squad turned, their guns pointed into the empty air, only to be thrown back by unseen blows. The air of the room blurred again, and the muffled noise of silenced gunfire could be heard as the Thanors jerked, slammed against the wall as the fell and rapidly bled out.

Flickering, the blurs solidified into a trio of black-clad forms, insectile submachine guns clasped in their hands. One shouldered the gun, drawing a small baton from a pocket. Twisting it, it pulled apart, that faint line in the air draped between the two halves. He moved to the dead and dying Thanors, draping it about their necks one at a time, and pulling it closed suddenly with each.

The hands of the phantoms flickered in Spereth Sign Language, commands passing between the group. Nodding, the leader chambered a shell in his weapon's grenade launcher as he faded from view. With a thump, a brilliant flare soared from the shattered building, lighting the area like a second sun. If that didn't get the attention of the Thanors, nothing would.

And once they had it, the Ghosts would hunt well.

OOC: Hope you don't mind me calling a few kills, but it seemed a good way to introduce the Ghosts.

OOC: time for my enternce..... from orbit ya i know but its PMT

in orbit to get to the city fast ZAFT commanders decided to do a orbital drop

CIC: Course clear, APU active, Systems all green pods away

Pilot: this is Alpha one confirming weapons hot and ready to fire

Pilot2: Bravo two

Pilot3: Charlie three

Pilot4: Delta four

CIC: de-selerating to mach 0.9

Pilot: time to show these guys who's the ruler of this world

Pilot2: FOR ZAFT!

Pilot3: FOR ZAFT!

Pilot4: For ZAFT!

Pilot: alright here we go

the pods open and the mobile suits deploy out side the city they land and raise up the four teams of four looked around a N-jammer landed inbetween them all

Pilot2: this will stop any more nukes

he activates it and it drills down deep delow the earths surface and emit a large field stopping all nuke energy in its area of effect radar and radio waves are also efected slitly

*bump*

OOC: Not a Problem, there are plenty more, and there are ways of getting more...

OOC: I must apologize for the delays, on with the show.

IC: Near the edge of the city, marked by where the broken rubble of a once proud city lay strewn across tortured ground, met a terrible mess of corpses and shattered war machines, Tokons, terrible mechanical bird like creatures lay battered in their multitudes throughout the scene, here and there lay a broken Hijir punctured and penetrated by enemy fire, this was the scene that met the visitors from up on high, a fitful presence was nearby, something was watching them, but in the rubble it was impossible to tell, the only thing that stood out was a sole Hijir, it's body scorched of all paintwork and an attendant trio of Tokons, seemingly roosting in the wreckage.

"Thanors, hear the words of our great doctrine, our time is at hand, where our thousand year empire shall at last be brought about and the people freed from the enemies of our great doctrine," Thanatos the red visor of his helmet flaring a fearsome red, his cape billowing around his robed form his gloved hands raised high as he chants out in a synthesized voice his fiery rhetoric,

forever protected under the aegis of our Dark Luminescence, we shall crush the enemy a thousand fold and they shall exist no more for we shall have purged the evil from the land, My Thanor Sons, Thanatos demands complete loyally, both to Thanatos and his Thantoms, for the Thantoms are extensions of my will, now go, make our divine destiny a glorious reality," with this he points out with one finger, as if to point to the stars and the Thanors raise their own clenched fists to Thanatos.

"Glory Glory, Glory to the Great Protector, Glory Glory Glory the the Great Thanatos," before trooping out in a vast multitude, after a suitable period a regular Zeon Soldier tentatively approaches his leader, "Principal Thanatos sir, here's the report on the scientists earlier discovery," before cautiously holding out a thickly bound folder towards the tall figure of Thanatos.

"Thanatos is aware of it's contents, you will take me to these scientists," he twirls round magnificently to point at the shadows of the ruined theatre where he had as of late been holding court over his minions, "and you Vice Principal Cima, Thanatos knows you are there, Thanatos has been aware of your presence here for a long time now, Come with me, as this pertains to Operation Twilight Rebirth," from behind a tattered purple curtain emerges a tall woman with long raven hair and a scowl gracing her noble features, her uniform one of a blood crimson red and golden adornment signifying her rank as a Vice Principal of Zeon a subtle contrast that to of her indirect superior.

"your omnipotence is only exceeded by your astuteness, Principal Thanatos," she mutters in a casually off handed way, barely concealing a slight sarcasm, "but please do lead the way," she casually struts forward as Thanatos silently turns and floats out of the great wrecked Theatre.

"Thanor Cousins, come to me," came the voice of a Thantom, his high perched skull mask and tight fitting robes and deadly sickle cutting an imposing air in this a most haunting of places, the Thanors come to his side quickly, as if in the presence of a divinity, or rather a divinity's agent.

"We obey without question the conduit of the Great Protector, Thantom," the Thanors return, bended on one knee right arm resting along chest and knee as their skull masks concealed by their low bow stared down the ground itself.

"My orders are Simple, we lost track of an outlying Patrol earlier, you are to find the survivors, if there are any, and capture the culprits, by the Novan, Xharnian or anything else, I care not, now go, Glory to the Great Protector under the Light of Zeon." The Thantom without a word stalks off into the encroaching darkness around a great gaping hole in the ground, a slight hiss punctuates his departure and he is gone, gone for the Thanors, as they set about their task, in staggered formation as they begin to scout the ruins eyeing up even the slightest inconsistency.

At the edge of the city their is a man, his Pilot suit long since shucked because of damage, instead in a long black Tunic, and strange, unusual helmet, the only adornments of his uniform are a pair of long Red Arrows and an epaulet on the right shoulder, gently muttering to himself as he looks up through a pair of binoculars in a language rarely heard these days, Novan.

From their perch atop a ruined building, the ghosts watched the Thanors move past in silence. With their thermoptics engaged, they were as good as invisible, especially at this distance. With a slight blur, the hands of the ghosts shimmered into barely visible transparency, just enough for Spereth sign language.

The Morkhan seem to be looking for something. Us, you think?

Of course us. There's hardly anything else out here, and we did kill off a squad of them. Command probably sent out a few more patrols to look for them.

So, have we got a plan? I count at least three patrols, and those are just the ones that we can spot from this vantage point. So, start taking pot shots? We can probably take at least a squad out before we're spotted.

No. Catch them alone, then kill them one by one. Safer that way.

Dammit, Raegh, you never let me have any fun.... Hey, who's that?

Raegh turned his head, boosting the mag of his goggles with a touch of a button. A single man, wearing a battered tunic, binoculars clutched in his hands.

Well, he's still celenit, but he hardly looks like a Thanor. We'll head over and see what intel we can get from him.

The Ghosts signed an affirmative, and pushed the thermoptics back up to hundred percent efficiency. Leaping from the roof, they landed lightly on the ground, moving quickly and silently towards their new objective.