A City at War (open)

[.:Amilia:.]

They seemed to meet no resistance so far which was good they could cover more ground and get to their objective sooner. One of the Elven squad members halted on the left and bluntly yelled, "Feith!" Amilia pressed her squad to the left and circled round to the female elf with the blue skin and the glowing bright eyes, her white mane of hair flowed down the back of her armor what was interesting about this warrior was her choice of weapon. She was a very slim figured who wielded a massive two handed weapon that was definitely twice her size and weight yet she held it nimbly.

"Lye ant nae sint," said the elf in the native tongue of her people, Amilia nodded, "Llie naa forya."

"Ma'am?"

"We need a guide, she is a tracker for her people the elves I brought with me from across sea. Her name is Amahel Ssrdiir, or Shadowstone," Amilia looked back to Amahel, "teshuel amin eller."

The elf nodded and took lead position where Amilia was originally, Amilia took point with team two, "Are you sure about this?"

"Amahel was the champion of her village before the raiders burnt it to the ground. The elves you see here are all alive because of her actions. When I showed up to the fight she had killed half of them with her bare hands. We'll be fine."

With Amahel in lead they moved on again this time a more radical path where the elf moved them hard right away from the Harker facility completely. She was taking them somewhere of interest it seemed, "Omeja, take your team to the facility we'll circle back soon."

"Copy."

Team three splits from the other two the flag bannerette remains with team one. Amilia watched carefully as Amahel stalked the ground lowly with her eyes closed as if she was feeling her way through the life force and through the energy around them which made sense as her people were thought to be wisps of energy in the afterlife.

[Ayen]

"I can assure you all that this creature will not be troubling you any longer. All you must know is she will be an excellent asset to you, but I ask that you do not follow us for your own safety."

“If she wanted to live she shouldn't have troubled us to begin with.”

Too late. Before Sazan could do anything more the High Elf took off with the vampire. A growl leaving the Hybrid's throat as she wanted to rip the both of them apart. But she quickly regained her composure and looked back to her men.

“Spread out and begin the search. We can't let them get away.”

“My Lady, forgive me but don't you think we should turn our attention back to the riots? It's just one vampire.”

“One vampire?”

Sazan repeated as her brown eyes grew wider.

“One vampire!?”

“I just mean–!”

“One vampire wiped out my entire home. I will NOT let that happen again. Find them!”

“Yes, ma'am!”

The mages split up, three staying by Sazan's side as they spread out through the city to begin tracking the High Elf and Vampire.

[Elena]

“Misfortune and chaos,” repeated the vampiress. “So that's why their shots missed.”

Elena stood up from the ground and walked across to the other side of the cave, leaning against the cave wall on the opposite side as she turned around and folded her arms. Lots of brown falling in her face as her eyes bled through the brunette.

“What can you tell me about these?”

The Black Death lifted up her hand, showing the back palm which contained various boils that were popping on their own as they spoke. Blood dripping down the back hand to her sleeve as the vampire didn't bother with cleaning herself up for now.

“It's not everyday my kind is afflicted with disease.”

Meanwhile back in the city team 3 would find a group of rioters were already trying to break into the Harker facility. When they spotted the soldiers they were quick to take behind cover and begin firing at them with semi-automatics in an attempt to push them back. A couple more rioters would intercept team 1 and 2, the leader of the group holding a gun to a civilian's head. The rioters have taken to holding hostages.

“Drop your weapons and surrender or she dies!”

[nightarcher]

The city he was now observing was wracked with disease, a form of plague that the old dragon had not actually know of having seen. The good thing about being a fire dragon, Helios did not fear being infected by a disease that infected the two legged species. His blood burned too hot for a human disease to infect... but to be safe, he had done his best to avoid direct contact with the obviously infected. It's not like he could cure them, he was not a healer.

But the infection in this city was not his main focus, he was mostly observing the riots, and the apparent civil war occurring. After reading some of their Media, such as the past few months of newspapers what he found in their library, he guessed that this plague was the spark that started a civil war that has been brewing for a little while. He was curious to watch this conflict, see who would win, and maybe figure out the main reasons for it.

Thus why he was watching a large group of warriors moving through the city, some bearing the standard that was on the flag over the city's 'palace', or at least where the queen resided. He had seen that they were doing their best to subdue the rioters. At least from what he had seen from their last encounter. And now they were advancing on a building that had apparently been abandoned. The leader of the warriors seemed interesting, she had elves in her group, including one who carried a huge sword bigger than her.

That said elf had blue skin, interesting color, and not one he had seen in the elves from his world, but then he still needed to stop comparing the people of this world to his. They were coming up against a group of the rioters attempting to break into the building. Firearms against the swords of the warriors. “hmm, do you have another trick like your first one?” Helios said to himself, watching what they would do.

[Cazador]

Relampago looked over to her as she lifted the back of her hand up. The boils looked extremely painful. He remembered back at the hospital just how easily they could rupture and just how much the people were screaming when it happened. At one point in his studies of the disease, one man bit his tongue so that he could bleed out and end his own suffering. Elena's strong immune system was invaluable to her, but it would only be a matter of time before the sickness brought her to her knees from the agony. The potion he had given her would prolong her life as well as ease her suffering, but time was all it was truly buying until someone could cure it.

"At first I thought it was viral, but it turned out to be something much worse. It appeared to be an almost sentient bacteria and then I sensed it. For some reason it was emitting the energy of Hellsing's butler, Sebastian and a demon I was hoping would never come to Hollowton named Legion. With their presence spread everywhere across the city, I haven't been able to find either."

He paused for a moment to let her take in what he said before speaking again.

"Short answer is I don't know anything about it."

[.:Amilia:.]

Omeja found plenty of spaces for cover considering Harkers complex was set up along the coast line with plenty of ridges to drop into. It would only be a matter of maneuvering and time before team three moved in on the targets. As for the facility, the rioters would find it mostly impossible to penetrate with its titanium walls and bullet proof glass, the entire building was built like a bomb shelter, only much stronger. A lone camera watched from a corner of the building...

---

Vicknair laughed, his team and Amahels team went into cover. Amilia and Vicknair remained out in the open. He looked at Amilia who shrugged and he looked back to the riot leader, "I hope you brought more citizens because using only one as a hostage wont get you very far."

"By order of the crown of Hallowton you will lay down your weapons and release the hostage and be taken into custody where you will be questioned, executing the hostage will warrant a full death sentence for all parties involved. That is your first warning," Amilia and Vicknair were purposely placing themselves in danger as their two teams moved through buildings on opposite ends and through cover gaining ground of the rioters before them.

---

At the Harker facility the rioters there would now be facing away from the facility firing on the Judgment team. It would go unnoticed at first that the large thirty foot bay door began opening. Once one of the rioters took notice it would be half way opened and a large armed force stood on all aiming their weapons at them in a perfect firing line.

Harker himself was standing in the center of them with his arms crossed, "Light 'em up." The firing squad opened fire all at once plugging each rioter with AP rounds tearing pieces of them straight off their bodies. When the shooting stopped all that remained was a pile of bodies.

"Thank you for visiting Harker Industries, I hope your stay was peaceful and pleasant if you would please walk back to your cars and leave in an orderly fashion that would be lovely. However, it appears you are all dead. . . . . . . Carry on."

[Ayen]

Sazan went out to the main road, her first instinct not to trust the trace she could pick up of the High Elf. That was too easy. The second she got back on the road the Hybrid found herself right in the middle of another riot. People setting fire to buildings, breaking in the glass of stores and cars to steal what they can and people beating each other. Disgusted at the display, Sazan waved a hand, a strong force of wind dividing the group in two, allowing her three mages to sweep in and detain the most dangerous while she snapped her finger and created a rain to pass down the street and put out the fire that was ignited.

“To think this place used to be so peaceful.”

Sazan turned around, just in time to see a thug charge at her with a bomb strapped to his chest ready to explode. She flash freeze the bomb with her magic and then knocked the man unconscious when he got within range.

“Riots in the streets, fire, broken glass, guns and now we're strapping bombs to our chests. Great!”

The Hybrid spoke sarcastically as she looked over the materials of the bombs. It appeared to be homemade with materials that had gone out to homes thank to the city beginning its advancement into the 21st century.

“The price of admission.”

[Elena]

Elena listened as Relampago explained the plague to her. Hellsing stuck out the most to the vampiress after just barely avoiding their agents on the field but she had yet to be made familiar with Sebastian or Legion. It was obvious that if their energy were emitting from the bacteria that they were responsible for this plague, and they were most likely the people that had to be tracked down if a cure was ever to be produced. The vampiress had made her decision then and there. If these hunting grounds were to be reserved then she'd purge them of the plague.

“If that's the case then they're responsible for this bacteria and what must be done to cure it. And if we can't get to them we'll just have to make them come to us. What can you tell me of the two?”

---

The thug laughed arrogantly and spat on the ground.

“We spit on the crown. It has brought us nothing but misery and death! A fire is rising and it will purge the disease on both our bodies and our lands. For it is you foreigners who are the true Black Death of the world.”

The man brought the knife closer up to the woman's throat as fear filled up her eyes and she begged the others to help her only to be silent by the man who kept the knife at her throat.

“I'm giving you one last chance to surrender.”

[Cazador]

Relampago got up from his sitting position as his energy began to return. The sweat on his face was gone and his breathing had returned to normal. He quickly dusted off the dirt from his coat as he listened to Elena. She was truly hell bent on curing the disease, but then again if someone knew they would die then most likely that person would do all they could to survive. He smiled for a moment at her resolve before giving his answer to her.

"We would have to find one or the other. Most likely guess is that one them would know how to stop it. Sebastian worked for Hellsing manor, but I haven't seen him since the destruction of the estate. His energy was everywhere on the grounds though. If I were a betting man, I would say he destroyed it. Why, I don't know. As for Legion, I don't know much about her. She was created by Vulture and escaped an Isafaro research facility. She's been wreaking havoc on the city since.... she mentally destroyed a good friend of mine."

[nightarcher]

Unfortunately nothing really interesting happened to resolve the conflict outside the target building was resolved when some soldiers exited and gunned down the rioters. “Well, that was a disappointing resolution to that part of the conflict... where did that other group go?” Helios said with a sigh before he modified his shape shifting spell to sprout his reptilian wings from his back, the golden scales shining in what light there was at this time. Wit a few beats of the new wings, Helios went back to where the groups had separated before following the scent of the elf and leader woman from the groups.

When he found them, he perched himself on a building roof overlooking them and dispelled his wings before suppressing his aura again to hide from any mages or sensitives. He watched the little hostage situation going on below. The warrior leader woman was speaking with the rioter, and he heard both sides of what was being said.

He couldn't help but laugh at the hostage taker, trying to suppress it so that none of them would hear it. A fire rising to cure their little plague, that may be possible literally, but he doubted that this man was being literal. The only people who probably knew for certain a cure for this disease were the ones who started it. He made it sound to the dragon like he was in the wrong.

But he wanted fire? Helios got an evil grin on his lips before he started muttering a small spell and pointed at the knife. Almost immediately it would begin heating quickly, starting to glow with hear around the hilt, and working up the blade. The hostage taker wouldn't be able to hold it for more than a few seconds. He didn't like being insulted, seeing as he was one of these outsiders to this world.

[.:Amilia:.]

"I think he's serious," Vicknair said looking away from Amilia and back at the rioter. Amilia stepped forward, her sword was indeed sheathed as well as the other Judgment Corps. troops. She tilted her head downward looking up toward the rioter casting a deadly gaze upon him. She simply pointed at the riot leader and spoke clearly, "Lav sina amad edan biu elandi."

"En' rant," said the voice from the side of the rioters, Amahel had moved herself into place aiming her deployable bow at the side of the hostage holders head, she let the arrow go free planting it on point to the left temple of the man.

"Plynn siltozen ka dos shlu'ta," Amilia said as Vicknair and Amahels teams came out of cover in a spread out formation some literally on the left and right of the rioters others moving from blind spots or areas where they could hit high velocity before the rioters could really aim at them. Each of the Judgment corps looked to disarm them and take them straight down without usage of their blades.

---

"Burn the bodies, we don't need the plague spreading anymore than it already has. Commander Omeja of Judgment Squad, you're clear to move out of cover, I'm friendly.... Mostly," Harker stepped out into the open world for the first time in a while you could tell he hadn't seen sunlight by the lighter tone of his skin. His troopers began pulling bodies into piles.

Omeja and team three moved from cover and made way to Harker, "I see you're area is secure."

"Did anyone expect differently?"

"Amilia had to be sure. We know you have technology and weapons that they want and could do a lot of damage with," Omeja used hand signals for his men to spread out and he walked with Harker.

"Nah. You know there is a sign on our fence that says trespassers will be shot... It is technically a fair warning. And truthful in this situation. You need help?"

"What can you do to help us?"

Harker smiled, "What can't I do? You wanna see my walking tank? It has like ten miniguns on it."

[Saephara]

Standing atop one of the tallest building in the city, Saephara took a deep breath through her nose, letting the scent of the wind tell her it's story. There was blood in the air along with the sickly humans below, still plagued by the sickness. Through the air, gunfire echoed across the vast open space alongside the shouts of others who had managed to stay alive still. Turning her still sapphire eyes to the harbor, she saw a ship in port that brought forth the vaguest of memories. Perhaps she had been too young to remember the symbol flying in the air now. Absentmindedly, Sae raised a hand to touch the vial now hanging on her chest, dangling from a silver chain procured from her mother's jewelry box. In this small vial held the end of suffering for those still alive from the plague released some time ago. It was the cure handed to her by Sebastian after her transformation, after he had given her the beautiful crow's wings adorning her back...after he had saved her life, whether he wanted to or was obligated to. Regardless, she was thankful for it all.

Saephara had changed her clothing for the meeting she was about to meet. Not because she wished to seem 'professional' or any of that horrid upkeep. No, she had simply been covering in blood, again, from a sparring match she had taken part in. To be honest, she had started it and made sure to finish it her way. After her recovery from her spine being broken, Saephara could tell she had gained a few interesting abilities that she still had to work on. Also, she had taken up practicing firing a variety of guns in addition to her collapsible crossbow so she had different weapons to choose from and be skilled in. Sae took a look down and smoothed her clothing. She still wore her heeled black boots that rose above her knees, underneath simply yet another pair of the skinny black jeans that she had taken a liking to. Covering her torso was a silky ruby colored halter top that fluttered softly in the breeze. Quickly she had learned all she could wear with her wings was the extensive amount of halter tops and low-backed corsets. It is simply too much work to cut slits into such wonderful clothing,[/i] she thought with a sigh. She took a leap into the air and unfurled her great wings.

They caught the air beautifully and Sae soared into the air, a smile crossing her lips. It was so freeing to fly like this. Only in her dreams had this been possible. Even the feeble attempts of jumping into the air and using it as a foothold did not amount to the joy and freedom she felt now. Quickly she brought herself out of her thoughts and adjusted the angle of her wings, using the wind to lead herself towards the now resounding gunfire coming from the building of the man that she was to meet. Constantine Harker.

Within seconds she had flown over the location of the noise and simply looked down at the massacre taking place with a blank expression, keeping herself afloat by forcing her wings to push down repeatedly. A firing squad? How forceful. All at once, she lowered herself with her wings within the compound, focusing on the man she was here to see. He was now walking away from the bloody mess, speaking with another male. Immediately she noticed several of the armed soldiers bring their weapons up and without thought, brought out her own crossbow. Water particles began to circle around her and stick to her skin, freezing quickly in layers to form a protective armor over her body. Clearly she spoke, her voice carrying to the ears carrying the weapons. "Here me know, I mean no harm. I have not fired upon you, therefore you have no reason to harm me. However, if you attack me, I will retaliate in self-defense. I come for one reason only. I come now to speak with Constantine. Constantine Harker." Softly she landed, her full armor on. The ice had surrounded her face leaving her eyes bare and her black strands of hair free. Her eyes kept focused on her main objective. "Are you willing to receive me? I have knowledge to save this town from the illness." She added the last sentence to ensure her acceptance.

[Elena]

“Then my next stop is Hellsing.”

With nothing more to say to the High Elf the vampiress took her leave and returned into the sick city's streets drenched in darkness. If this Sebastian worked for Hellsing then it was obvious who she would have to see to find out more.

---

“What's it going to be, girly?”

The man asked smugly. He obviously had no idea who he was talking to. The man was out of his league and that fact would become all too clear as the knife in his hand burned and forced him to drop it. The woman got away but not before delivering a backwards kick to the crotch of the man. She had saved him, in fact. His dropping down to his knees allowed him to go under the arrow fired by the elf and instead through the face of one of the rioters behind the leader. The man would never be able to get up to his feet as the Judgement Corps. surrounded the area and took the others down. The leader screamed

“MEET YOUR NIGHTMARE!”

The most cliché scream he could think of, apparently. His eyes losing their iris and pupils until only the sclera remained, turning black as coal as he released the Waking Nightmare to bring the Judgement Corps. worst fears to life to slaughter them.

[Cazador]

As the sick Vampiress departed, Relampago would say one last thing to her before she left.

"All you will find there is ruins, but perhaps you will have better luck at finding something than I did. Just remember our agreement."

His body slowly started to teleport away to an unknown destination.

"Use my scent to find me when you require more potions."

As soon as Elena was gone, so was Relampago.

[.:Amilia:.]

They had been mentally trained for things like this but even then the waking nightmare was no joke. She stepped back as the world around he became decayed and empty. The street was empty she looked around trying to feel anything living but her senses were completely screwed up. She looked up and saw flowing white hair and full armor walking directly toward her he was drawing his blade the blue aura burned from his eyes down to his finger tips. The sword he pulled free burned like fire and darkness.

Her first thought was to run for cover but she was taught to face her fears head on. Her eyes closed and she opened them again to see the man running toward her. She blinked slowly and when her eyes opened her blade was drawn cutting through the phantom of Arix the tip of her sword stopped under the riot leaders chin.

Though the others were in their own realities she knew better, she knew that Arix was dead and that he would never harm her. It was a strange love triangle with war, him, and her that kept that bond between master and apprentice and truthfully the only thing she knew to fear was the very man who taught her not to fear anything.

She was alone now though as only one other member of the Judgment core was readily standing in a position to defend themselves and that was Amahel, just as she had expected since the elf had watched her entire life be wiped out by raiders and bandits she had nothing left to lose.

"Snap them out of it," Amilia said pressing the tip of her sword hard against the leaders throat.

---

Harker stopped and looked back he waved off his guards, "It's alright stand down, I'm more than sure you can out shoot her primitive arrow guidance system."

The Guardian troops lowered their weapons and went back to body details. Harker and Omeja remained where they stood he beckoned her to come closer, "Look ice lady, you need to 'chill' out and just let me know what you know before I lose my 'cool'."

Omeja literally puts his face in his palm and shakes his head.