Battle

"We need reinforcements immediately!"

The alien's voice peaked into the voice controls, desperately looking through his small illuminated monitor littered with dissipating orange dots across the radar. Sirens blare across the screen, taking up a small of chunk of the worrisome view with desperate countermeasures which left him frozen in his motorcycle seat. The black clouds rose above the setting sun, illuminating with purplish intent. Igniting sparks of fury distracting him at the rampaging creatures and machines headed in his direction.

The last he heard of his friends ahead of him was the thunderous spark of lightning determined to make this place their stage. A light engulfing them into the darkness. He clenched his four grey fists at the controls in cold sweat and leaned his black joystick far forward. Sprinting forward from the formation of black arrows hiding amongst the treacherous clouds. Spotting a creature floating far above the skies with bright static sparks illuminating his lab coat hung on his back. Hiding his face amidst a purple glow, alerted to their presence.

"Centurion wait! We got to be cautious about this! Speed means nothing against power! You still remember the game of sumo back when we were normal soldiers?"

He looks to his left, spotting a black arrow racing alongside his position, alarmed at his brazen charge. Yelling desperately through the voice controls with frustration, hoping to attract his attention as lightning sparks pass them ferociously. Nearly hitting their machines as it diverted it's direction in a split second, turning back to face his platoon of arrows and speeding towards their blood powered engines, sending them scrambling in all directions.

"I know! Do we even a choice? Break their tight formation and fight them one by one!"

Missiles, led and large sections of highway ripped from the ground flew towards their direction, tracking their every movement like a hound. Surging through like giant waves amongst a tight space he struggled to manoeuvre. Breaking through his evasive manoeuvres and breaking past the storm, releasing his aircrafts wings like feathers spreading out, illuminating bright blue shards that boomed like lynx. Peaking everyone's curiosity.

"FOR A BIG BLUE WORLD!"

He slams on all four buttons in the joystick, listening to the blue sparks spread in multiple directions, striking and igniting the purple lightning chasing him. Splashing large white sparks across the wave of violence which erupted with booming applause. Breaking up the dark clouds and lightning with a giant gush of air, sending his enemies flying for safety. Struggling to break through the giant wall of debris and fire spreading around them. Eager to pull them down into the destruction of what is a flattened city.

Their eyes fluttered, barely spotting the machines pulling through the orange sky, unaffected and amazed at their centurion's machine now cover itself in a ball of blue energy. Charging directly at the man levitating above all. Fazed and stunned at his strength, defensively staring down at the bull ready unlike his hesitating followers below.

"It's time you stop for good! With my KLZ custom!"

He directs the front of his craft against the man filled with sparks, unravelling the blue shards towards the front of his machine ready to fire in response if not of the wailing of a jaguar which muffled his screeching attack. He raised his eyebrows, turning to see a transparent purple ball of energy behind the man encircled with static electricity. Raising his arms wide and covering the frightened shadow inside. Nervously hiding his adopted father's coat of arms in the dark if not for the setting sun illuminating their hidden intention in front. Stunning the creature in his tracks.

"What? Isn't that-"

At that very moment, he feels a strong pull behind against the sounds of the alarm deafening him. Encasing the bright orange illumination with a black sky amongst flying leaves and debris flying against his direction. He looks at the man, glinting with inaction, peering at the threat behind him with amazement. The centurion trembled, slamming increasingly on the thrusters as he makes out a giant black ball of energy sucking his entire platoon out of existence, twisting their machines unnaturally and silencing their pleas. Widening his eyes in amazement and horror at the devilish robot licking it jaw with exuberance behind the giant monster.

An artificial insult of a black hole.

"Tightrope Emo Nein Auswählen!"

He accelerates further watching the sparks of lightning surround the creature's palms. Illuminating a purple glow that surrounded the creatures and machines against him. Awaiting his demise like a pack of hungry wolves. He pulls hard on the joysticks and spammed on the buttons, firing a blue light in multiple directions across the field. Striking their group as they lurched back from the purple barrier surrounding them, frozen at the spectacle.

Centurion fumed, angered at the show of display. Desperately hoping that it would break. Too worried to think of the joysticks condition against the machine beginning to twist and contort at its heart. Sounding more alarms which uselessly taunted his plight.

"FOR LAVITIAS-"

His screams muffle under the intense power, twisting his body into multiple unnatural directions in his silent pain, silently giving in at it's mouth consume him whole. Cherishing it's last victim like a trophy, enjoying it's moment before dissipating into the calming wind. Easing the pine trees that swayed uneasily amongst the flying cars and debris remaining on the ground. Nothing more than unwanted monuments stuck to the ground.

The purple glow dissipated, easing in firmness from the man perspiring with no emotions. Blankly watching the city of Sector C ahead of him filled with burning buildings and machines crowding the sky, battling around the clock amongst the armada of giant ships firing back in succession. Shaking the ground with thick grey smoke. Through the skyline, blasts of water and stone tear apart the army of aliens rushing away from the scene, confused to the sudden appearance of a black hole sucking everything whole.

Shane peers from the slimy bubble, spotting Wolf Man point in their direction on the city streets. Murmuring to Big Hands, Polka and Heavy Water at the strange events who continue to fight back at the heavy interference on the streets without emotion. Unable to pause for a single moment like the armed soldiers who clambered on to hope.

"Aww... It's getting boring out here, how about some tunes to mix things up!'

She turns to look upon Pixil up ahead rising to the air, lifting itself and forming into a giant mechanical head, staring ungratefully with an octagon releasing around it's head. Revealing vents covering the weapon which stood undamaged despite the previous engagement. It's pilot arrogant, uneasy at the people she is forced to work with. But the look of her brothers machine made her even more determined to stay with him, wishful for a piece of the pie.

"Wait show some restraint!"

She pressed on the control panel, unable to react to her brother looking back with concern as she listens to the horrors of it's sound reverberating across the city with raining glass. Ignorant of the man in the casket reverberate his palm with static electricity and a purple glow, silently shielding everyone from her antics.

Through the skies, the black arrows move uncontrollably, crashing into one another in a spectacle of explosions with it's pilots struggling to control themselves. The giant ships struggled to move away, trying to escape back into the void of space away from their pilots smashing into their ships, pushing them deeper towards the ground. Hopelessly frail unlike the battle-damaged mechs which rushed to safety, grabbing whatever they could to cover their ears, alerting the others of the machine's prowess.

On the ground, Wolf Man quickly rushed to safety with Big Hands, Heavy Water and Polka on his back. Enduring the mental pain which stained his ears red with his fist raised, tearing through the concrete walls into the confines of the building, hopeful for some insulation unlike the soldiers who pressed on unopposed, mowing down the aliens who struggled to control their arms, falling to their knees in blood. Watching the monster beamed in delight with it's pair of purple eyes as it watched in satisfaction, reducing in volume and silencing the skyline.

"Oh please! Sacrifice is needed for miracles to work!"

Jango shakes his head with disappointment, mockingly irked at his sister's logic as he looks up into space. Tired of the ships continuing to raise their land from a safe distance as if they had a superiority complex.

"Earth Guardian or should I say Scary Beanstalk, have you calmed down?"

The Cthulhu looks down at the girl by his palm staring blankly into space, annoyed by the interference from Ashlyn who stood away from view. Constantly tormenting her inability to act unlike her brother staring back at her. Unsettled at how he kept his secret till now. She looks up at the camera, hiding her expression and her composure.

"I'm fine, you don't need to bother here."

She leaps off the palms of the Cthulhu and crashed onto the asphalt, slamming her palms amongst the reacting pine trees, spiking out and about in her defense. The earth moved from its place once again, rising in height and smashing the retreating ships surprised at the giant dirt hand moving out of the blue. The skies tilted, moving rapidly amongst the birds which hid amongst the trees. Eager to stay away from the cracks that overlooked what seemed to be the giant's legs far below. Above the sky, the dozen of ships watched at the spectacle, surprised and horrified, murmuring amongst themselves at the monstrosity standing in their way. The leviantian that their forefathers had mentioned once before. Gaia.

In her white bubble, the shadow wasted no time, raising her palm in defiance with a white glow at the tip of her fingers, tearing apart ship after ship which struggled to escape it's steady stream of raw power. Igniting and burning their staff which screamed in suppression. Circling the planet and firing in all directions.

Derek watched in amazement at her ability, lighting up the void of space with temporary artificial stars. Unable to grasp the sheer power of her abilities that brought destruction and despair to multiple nations. For someone truly destructive, her ability to remain sane from her inadvertent kills and property damage truly made her stronger than she realised. Though as he looks at Hanson still trying to care for the injured Ambar, he could only wonder with annoyance at his inadverted 'imprisonment'.

She continued firing, striking close to the moon as ships imploded, disintegrating into massive fiery pieces amongst a fleet of robots already assisting the clean-up amongst an orange flash. Smashing around the moon with thick clouds of dust. She looks deeper at the damage, apologetic for messing up what seemed to the location for the original moon landings if not for the technical interference flashing across the sky. Glitching around the moon before subsiding and revealing it's large form, hiding the massive monitor panels and revealing a large superstructure the size of the moon.

It stood around a hexagon ring which attached upon six giant cylindrical bridges connected to a giant cylindrical building that decreased in size as it got higher and ended by a pointy nose. Above the ring, communications equipment stook out like a sore thumb in the open, seeming as if they which tapped into the satellites around the globe. On the higher floors, multiple large entrances that seemed like runways attached to the building with solar panels attached above. Powering the entire gargantuan base. Boulders surround the structure, encircling around the place with defiance at the beast looking upon them, daring them to come closer with prideful smugness. Firing off warning shots almost immediately at the orange flash darting around the structure with curiosity.

"Whoa what is that?"

Hanson looks up into the air, unamused at the superstructure that was more cliched than intimidating. Staring down upon them as if they held all the power in the world. He won't be surprised if they have a giant cannon stuffed into the space station like the Death Star.

"How about we find out for ourselves?"

The giant's left hand came into view, ushering much of them out in the open to hop onto her palms as she lurched forward, grabbing the moon which trembled beneath its weight. Spewing a cloud of white that tainted her palm in the cold light of space. Pushing it aside and rammed her other palm through the middle of the superstructure to it's disdain. Firing back in retaliation to no avail and with strange worry at their mild defenses.

She looks upon her palm, spotting much of her human allies make a dash for it from the slimy bubble they were once contained. Ignorant of the giant mechs which sprayed violence in response to their large automated gun turrets. A bloated messy operation if not for the purple glow around their bodies. Forcefully making their way in and trespassing into the giant room filled with armed men with battlesuits far too futuristic to understand. Their glossy white paint glimmered, robotic in styling if not for the plasma rifles raised directly at their face.

"Well look who do we have here?!?"