Anonymouse wrote:Unsuspecting, the several of the enemy interceptors are struck head on by the missiles launched from the dark continent. Unlike the previous fighters which eventually fell to the sea, these fighters begin to bulge and spew energy haphazardly before glowing green and disintegrating into specs of ash.
Some of the interceptors manage to toss out flares, chafe and even seem to emit lasers, in the attempt to throw off the missiles, with mixed results, while the final few are struck- but repel the powerful concussive blasts with blue, almost crystalline force fields before beating a hasty retreat back to land... Though that doesn't mean additional interceptors aren't on the way.
At this point, the Storm Crow likely spots the various explosions further north and reads approaching objects from the land mass, heading right at them via their choice of detection method. A wise man once said 'medical, please prepare to receive ALL of the crew', though that need not apply here, but evasion will only get you so far if someone's specifically attacking you. This in mind, preparing defenses is probably a good idea before the Storm Crow reaches the object's like of sight- or maybe the other way around?
The CTC Fighters
The pilots of the strike fighters let out ragged cheers as several of their pursuers are downed by the unexpected ambush. Pulling away from the coastline, they form up to take stock of their own losses. For now, they start heading back towards their carrier.
Whether or not the Storm Crow is detectable by the CTC's sensors is up to Lord Bones -- they CTC fleet is not trying to hide their active sensor sweeps at all, particularly after one of their air patrols gets ambushed. So they might detect the Storm Crow's imminent attack... or not...
Anonymouse wrote:Down below, the beast bellows in anger at losing the original Raleigh- but is quickly distracted by the second attacking. *the initial barrier is defeated by his nails, but he soon finds that the barrier is layered upon itself. The layers themselves aren't that strong by themselves, but they're distracting enough- especially as the beast swings more tendrils at the second Raleigh, the air screaming with the beast's fury.
As several tendrils flash about the sea, the beast's maw begins swallowing the ocean, creating an nigh unstable vortex towards it- whether this hampers the scout vehicles is one thing, the waves from the tendrils are still an issue. As they approach, they probably begin to realize how immensely large the beast is... and perhaps wonder if it's alone.
Off of the Shoreline
The scout vehicles make an effort to keep their distance from the gigantic beast and its flailing tendrils! Although with the wind, waves, and electromagnetic interference as they are, this makes piloting increasingly difficult, and one of the scout vehicles drops too low, and is abruptly sucked down by the waves!
Further out to see -- i.e. several miles away -- the commander of the naval task force frowns at the displays revealing what's occurring along the coastline. "Damn that's big..." he mutters, before another display flashes for his attention.
"Sir! The scouts confirm the creature is engaged with an H-class or higher entity... analysis indicates 60% probability that the entity is the individual known as Raleigh!"
Admiral Brede frowns. "Raleigh? That's a D-class..." He strokes his chin. "I suppose something here attracted his curiosity."
"Sir, we're detecting a gravimetric anomaly. An unusual flux field has formed around the creature."
The admiral quirks an eyebrow at this. "What's the vector on the field?"
"It's moving upwards, sir!"
The admiral allows himself a smile. "Hmm... so, either that beast is trying to fly, or someone's trying to fish it out of the water. Either way... let's see if we can lend a hand in clearing the path for our forces. Comm! Contact the Ganta, Floyd, and the Snapfire. All three are to proceed to a position to fire upon the coastline! The Ganta and the Floyd are to charge their railguns for shore bombardment, while the Snapfire is to ready 12 MCM-20 cruise missiles!"
"Yes, sir!"
As the orders are relayed, one of the arsenal ships, as well as two of its destroyer escorts, begins proceeding closer towards land, although they don't close any more than 5 kilometers -- and stay well away from the rock formations, if they should happen to project that far out to sea.
Anonymouse wrote:Otherwise, the landing force is largely left alone- as is Raleigh, who finds himself on a barren, dead beach, complete with bones, rusting pieces of metal, and other assorted pieces of decayed items. The air is repugnant, even to him. With or without the need to breath, the 'air' itself is anathema to him, so perhaps some form of protection is a good idea, if he intends to explore the land mass further...
As Raleigh gets his bearings, he'll likely notice the two bulky transport GEVs making their way to shore, doing their best to avoid the tendrils of the thrashing sea monster. A couple of the hovertanks probe ahead, their vectored-thrust engines kicking up a cloud of dust as they reach the shoreline, their turrets swivelling back and forth warily, apparently expecting an ambush.