Impact [P/MT, Closed, ATTN: Deus]

[Aldarminia]

Present Day, Early Dawn
Twin Moon Empire of Lyra Daius
Nai'Than
South of Target Area, Designated: Crater
Construction Site

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Meteorite Three's face wasn't giving away a bit of the frustration and worry he was feeling. He wore a straight face and just kept walking with a hurried pace like he had been for the past half hour. He made sure not to bump into any Daius while he made sure that he didn't budge from his path when a human got in his way. He had managed to avoid attention for over twenty minutes during his journey to his target area, the residence of Shura Saius. Now, though, he was way off course and he was attracting a lot of attention. Around nine or eight minutes ago, some crowd of aggressive-looking Daius forced him to diverge from the street he was on and into a series of construction sites. Daius and humans alike were eyeing him everywhere he went, wonderig what he was doing there. Meteorite Three needed to find a way out and fast, or he could end up dead.

The fact that he stunk of body odor and mud didn't help either. Two hours ago, he had put on a sleeveless and thin shirt that felt like it was made out of sandpaper. It was extremely uncomfortable. He then put on trousers that felt about the same way and had ripped edges. After, he had put on his disguise, Three thrown into a pile of dirt, leaves, and mud. After that, he was thrown into group of thorn bushes. Then, Three became the only target in a very short game of dodgeball with mud clumps. Finally, he wade through a murky stream to wash off the surplus of filth that covered his body. When he came out, he looked like he had been a slave his whole life. With his disguise complete, Three set out on a five mile run into Nai'Than. He had to go it alone and without any kind of transportation. A group of human servants by themselves might've warranted more attention the Meteorite Team needed. Now, though, he was still sweating from all the running. That sweat coupled with the natural filth made Three become the carrier of an awfully noxious smell.

In the construction site all by himself, Meteorite Three became the recipient of several scornful looks of disgust. At one point, he was just shunned and ignored, but then he stumbled and almost tripped over a small table of power tools, creating a ruckus as recovered himself. He hurried his pace even more, and he began to sweat profusely. He somehow maintained a calm expression despite the embarrassment and renewed attention. All eyes were on him again, though. His neck suddenly got cool somehow. Was it death literally breathing down his neck?

Three thought that maybe it should be the other way around. Shouldn't it be that Daius bastard of ruler Shura Saius the one in fear for his life. He quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. If Shura was in fear, then the assassin had failed his mission. If he failed, it would kill him.

[-Deus-]

“Should you really have her listening to that Shura?” A voice called out, the startled Shura Saius jolting out of his haze, his palm sweating, small droplets of saliva dripping out of his mouth, music blaring in the background. His daughter sat on the rugged floor, playing with blocks, her new…”protector” Mast sitting in the corner, watching her and Shura. A woman, Sian, Shura’s “dear” sister stood in front of the tired man who squinted and only yawned, ignoring her as the music peeped him up. “It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser. Nigga you scared you're supposed to. Nigga I told ya, put fear in your heart. Fuck up the party before it even start!” Shura rapped out the words, mimicking the music and lyrics, his sister groaning and smacking her hand against her face before smashing her fist down on the music player, cutting the music short. “I’d rather not have my niece listening to that garbage.”

“Well I’d rather not have my daughter listening to your idiocy. What do you want anyway? Money? A new club? Your main “squeeze” dies already?” Shura groaned, standing to his feet and sneering at Sian, unbuttoning his shirt slowly and flinging the flimsy piece of cloth to the side, his white undershirt stained with what looked like juice.

"No, I’m here to update yo--.”

“I don’t care. I’m taking a free day.” He smiled, wiping his face of sweat as he shuffled to Tsumai and gave her a kiss on the forehead, nodding to the beast with a straight face before again turning to Sian and speaking, his voice gruff. “But yeah, I’m taking a free day. I cannot explain it, but I’m feeling really good. I feel like I can do whatever I want, when I want. Like I am literally invincible. So, yeah, free day today.” He clapped his hands, a woman scurrying to him, bowing her head low and twitching with fear as Shura thought for a moment, cracking his fingers and knuckles.

“Shura! You have to work today.” Sian blurted out, moving in front of the servant, looking angrily into Shura’s eyes. She would admit, he had become happier, more social, and always seemed to be smiling. She found this extremely uncomfortable and nearly unbearable. “You don’t want to set a bad example for Tsu now.”

“What I do doesn’t matter. My little princess is perfect. Heh. But fine, I’ll get to work and whatever. After lunch though. Which reminds me, you…little human, fetch me lunch, the usual soup.” He shouted it out loud, the woman scurrying away to fetch his meal, her swiftness something Shura had never seen before as he again turned to Sian and smiled, grabbing her by the shoulders and placing his forehead on her forehead, keeping it there for just a moment. “Now, please leave me alone. Everything is fine. No one is attacking us. No one is trying to steal from us. For once, everything is calm. Just chill out Sian.” He gave her another reassuring smile, pushing away from her as he walked towards a large couch, turning on the television before flinging his fingers in the air, signalling for Sian to leave, the angered woman simply shaking her head and walking away, muttering something under her breath. Things were fine, right? Nothing was going to happen? Nothing bad, right? Right….

***
[Three Hours Later]

Shura walked slowly, a smile on his face, a sparkling cup of apple juice in his hand. His head was drenched in sweat, the stuffy room unnaturally hot and nearly killing the man as he walked, trying to cool himself down. The empire was going through a heat wave, some people even dying in the south. Nasty business indeed. He sighed, flicking the shining droplets of sweat off of his grey coloured forehead. Tsumai lay asleep, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the peculiar little girl snoring in her sleep. She was so cute in her sleep, the though of waking he just to hear her smile crossing Shura's mind as he clicked a fan on, the whizzing blades filling the room with cool air. "I'm blowin' up like you thought I would. Call the crib, same number same hood.It's all good." Shura rapped out the words, mimicking the buzzing music that blasted into his ears through his headphones, bopping his head with the beat. The music entranced him, soothed him, cleared his mind of troubles, his bare feat shuffling on the rugged floor, all these factors coming together to create a sense of joy in the usually glum man.

To be truthful, things had been going well for Shura. He could never put his finger on it, but he was happier, healthier even. The Twin Empire was doing fine excluding that nasty heat wave. The project was excelling as planned, the millions of dollars dumped into the project seemingly pushing it forward like a chugging train. A large grin covered his face, the realization that his goal, his ideal society, would soon become real filled him. He wasn't a stupid man, perfection was impossible, humanity could never be wiped out nor exterminated, the damn buggers were just too tough. He hated them, there naivety, there idiocy, he hated humans but knew he could never kill them. No, instead he would change them. Instead he would speed up evolution and instead he would rule this simple world, curing it of it's corrupted blight. He was the messiah for the new world, he was god, he was the prophet, the savior of this slowly dying world. And no one, no where would stop his divine right.

He smiled and sighed, scratching his face, specs of dead skin dropping to the floor below, the hidden beast from the United Dominion simply waiting in the corner, intent on protecting Tsumai. The serene silence was perfect, the air itself seemingly chilled to a crisp stop and time seemingly slowed to a crawl. Shura giggled to himself, spinning on his heel and landing in a chair behind his desk, digging his chin into his palm as he leaned on his left elbow. "Yeah, everythings fine...everything is fine."

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OOC: Pre-fabricated replies, a w00t w00t!

[Tiurabo]

Present Day, Early Dawn
Twin Moon Empire of Lyra Daius
Nai'Than
Above the Chestnut-Green Ice Cream Factory.
Bridge of the NAS Wind Catcher.

All was quiet aboard the massive airship floating over the Deusan city like the hand of some ancient god. Everyone not actively involved in keeping the craft afloat was taking a [/i]well-deserved break by sleeping, taking a stroll on the flight deck, or 'rust-hunting' in one or another of the less traveled areas of the ship, usually in groups of two or three. The command bridge was a different matter, with all the stations manned by crewmembers fielding calls from the jets streaking about the place on their patrols, keeping track of the Wind Catcher's four destroyer-escorts, and conversing with the control stations below.

One man stood apart from the hubbub, hands clasped behind his back at attention; he wore the uniform of the Archon's personal bodyguard, a tight, long-sleeved black tunic, red-piped black trousers, and dulled black combat boots. On his hip he openly displayed a nine-millimeter pistol and combat knife, exactly as all Tiuraboans would carry them. His collar and sleeves were free of insignia, though all those around him bore chevrons or stars or the leaves of trees in the appropriate places.

Beside this man was a character diametrically opposed in all ways. Where the soldier's uniform was black and red, the sailor's was white and blue; where the first was towering and gaunt in the face, the second was of average height and considerably rounder of frame; one's hair was dark and bristling, the other's blond and slicked back in a dashing braid tied with a silk ribbon. And, of course the second was a woman. Breaking into the silence, she spoke to the grim man whose shadow she stood in with not a trace of discomfort, her voice light and musical, with a bit of crispness to go with it.

"Lord Archon, as you can see we are now on-station above the target area. Your landing craft is being prepared as we speak, and we should have you and your party landed within the hour. When we receive your command, we will also begin shuttling down the cargo, as planned."

When the man, Archon Robert MacNeill himself, answered her, his own voice was unnaturally deep and heavily accented with Port Stirling's slum district. "Ah got faith in y'all, Captain Astrid, b'don't be all hurried 'bout it or nothin'. We ha'n't got a thang planned for the next couple'a months, so I'mma gonna be enjoyin' this chance to stretch my legs." Nodding to her amiably, he scowled fiercely through the forward windscreen, casting a baleful glare at the sky outside, quite taken with the beauty of it. "Yes, I surely will be enjoyin' it."

[Aldarminia]

Meteorite Three was finally calm. Damn. It's fucking hot. Has to be atleast fifty degrees here! Three was sitting down in an alleyway between two halfway completed buildings. If he hadn't been given so much endurance training when he training to become an Executioner, Three doubted he would have still been awake at that point. Five minutes before, he ahd been panting and gasping for breath. H had ran through the rest of the construction sites. A couple of Daius apparently finally got tired of his malodorous stench and decided to deal with it. They chased him for a couple of minutes, but gave up when he start jumping from scaffolding to scaffolding. Three knew he shouldn't have used his parkour to get away, but the mission was more important than his life. Besides, would a dirty human who knew his way around buildings really be that much of an oddity? No. It couldn't be. Three hoped that he was right.

The alley smelt of death. Three was almost sure that the smell of decay coming from the dumpster was a human carcass. He didn't dare to look. How he smelled himself was making him sick enough already. Standing right over a dead body would probably make him throw up. As Three rested, though, he became less excited and nervous. He started to close his eyes to clear his mind of distraction. He made sure to refocus his hearing, though, so no one could sneak up on him easily. That's when he heard footsteps . They were loud and rapid in succession. They also sounded as if they were coming toward Three. He opened his eyes and immediately looked to his left. He could hear shouting now. A human man ran past the alleyway. He looked extremely frightened. He was suddenly being followed by boisterous crowd of scrawny Daius men armed with knives and clubs. "Oh... Oh... God. Is this really happening?"

Three could tell by the ravenous look on the Daius's faces what was going on. The horrible beasts were trying to pounce on the human and carve him up for a meal. The starving, little bastards! That's disgusting! Three tentatively got up and began to walk to the left side of the alley. Before he could reach it, he heard something breathing heavily behind him. He turned around and saw what it was. It a male Daius. The Daius had a very bony figure. Its rib cage was bulging out of its skin. Beads of sweat were rolling over each of the little hill-like forms the ribs made. Sweat also soaked his face. There was dried up blood patches around the Daius's mouth. Three was certain that the blood wasn't the Daius's. The Daius was also carrying a dull, rusted, and bloodied butcher knife in his right hand. Three could hear terrifying screams in the distance. The Daius smiled maniacally. Three knew it was coming. The Daius lunged at Three with his knife-wielding hand raised.

Three easily dodged the Daius. He turned around milliseconds before the Daius realized that he had missed. Three grabbed his right wrist with his right hand and placed his left arm under the Daius's chin and around the neck. Three started to squeeze, and the Daius tried to escape his hold to no avail. Despite a hunger-driven adrenaline rush, the Daius was immensely weaker than Three, whose Executioner training gave him a strength most would not think he had just from looking at his slendor Governor physique. The Daius tried to claw at Three's face, but his left wrist was quickly caught by Three's left hand. Three then kneed the Daius's lower back. The Daius shouted in pain and dropped the knife. Three quickly picked it up and slit the Daius's throat before he could call out for help. Three sped out of the alleyway's right side. He ran to a cluster of buildings.

Three began scaling one of them immediately, not caring if anyone saw him. Most Daius were asleep now anyways. Three doubted a human slave was going to challenge him. When he reached the roof, he looked northward. He could see the palace where Shura Saius was supposed to live according to the intel. Three could see massive aircraft in the sky nearby. Three was stunned by them. He noticed that the palace was hardly a few football fields away. It was well within range of a sniper bullet. Squinching, Three could make out plenty of windows and what he thought was the facade of the building. Three then looked below him at the other buildings near the one he was on top of. He quickly found the perfect sniper and/or observer's nest. The building adjacent to the one he was on was still under some construction. Its top floor was roofless but had several spots where at least two men and a sniper rifle could be expertly hidden. There was a straight line of sight from all of the spots to the palace. It was like the city had been designed around this spot specifically for this assassination. There was an easy-to-get-to escape route by a ladder that went down into a long alley that looked like it extended to the southern end of the block. The streets by it featured a lot of twists and turns that pursuers could get lost in.

Three lifted right wrist to his mouth and spoke hastily, "This is Meteorite Three to Meteorite One."

"Go ahead Meteorite Three."

"We're atmospheric. Possible impact area found. Proceeding to prepare area and await Meteorite's arrival."

"Well done, Three. We'll be there soon."

"Hurry your asses up. I'm too close to be comfortable now."

[LOVE DOG]

Alpha, the demon beast of the United Dominion, known as Mast by the little princess Tsumai was a thing of untamed violence. A beast of two noble blood races of the United Dominion, the son of a wolf and son of the demon. His mother was were-wolf, a fearless bitch who faced off against vampires during the blood feud. A grand fighter who first taught him the art of warfare, which was in the early ninetieth century…taught the boy to survive against the once hated and feared vampire horde. Alpha still missed his mother, who was killed in an ambush during the mid twentieth century. Upon her death, Alpha travel out to link up with his father.

His father is a high born demon, which is the rare top ladder of the demonic race. Countless years passed by, during the time the beast serviced as soldier for hire for countless elite members of the Dominion. As the years past by, Alpha finally got a break and ran into a high born demon…the demon known as the Ageless One. Alpha’s father blood was the same blood that runs through the Ageless One, as his father was one of the many sons of the Ageless One. But the news wasn’t good, for Alpha’s father was no more and had been gone for sometime.

But Alpha’s tale doesn’t end there, for the element of the darkness ran through his veins as the Ageless One took in the beast. Training him, schooling him, turning him into something wicked and loyal. In the end, the Ageless One moved around a few pieces and Alpha became part of the private military force known as the Black Wolves, the Arm of the Count…later known as Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus. And Alpha became a Hand of the Count, of the Caesar.

Alpha looked down at the sleeping form of Tsumai, flipping on the fan to cool the air of the room. Even he was feeling a little hot in this weather, for his dress uniform nearly match the style of the dress uniform of the United Dominion Armed Forces. But his dress uniform was all black, minus the white symbols of the House of Wolf on his dull gunmetal armor shoulder plate and the dark brown belt…where the holster for his customized pistol ’Dieing Dragon’ called home. With ‘Dieing Dragon’ and his other un-human abilities, Alpha would be a hard wall to crack. Maybe the largest, most muscled form in all of the Twin Empire.

And he was starting to like the name ‘Mast’.

[-Deus-]

"Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock." The sound, the music, the dancing, it goes on and on, swirling around in perfect vectors of light and sound. "Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock."Says the clocking, flowing with a perfect rhythm, swaying time and space to it's luscious beat. "Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock." The darkness of the city fades, the run rising slowly, the moon hiding in the sea of celestial bodies. "Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock."Your heart beat quickens, ticking with the tock, ticking...ticking...ticking...POW!

[Aldarminia]

Impact went surprisingly smoothly. Meteorites Four and Five, both parkour experts like Three, were able to make their way to the nest faster than Three had. Three had already begun securing the area when the two arrived, killing anyone who might come up to the nest. Four bodies now inhabited a dumpster about three blocks away. Four and Five brought needed supplies such as materials needed for disguise and food. Meteorite Two made it to the nest by taking a long way away around the construction sites and only taking darker and concealed alleyways and passages. He brought Meteorite Team's arsenal, which included several items that were either small or could be disassembled. Knives, ropes, chloroform, morphine, syringes, two Cheytac Intervention M200 sniper rifles, five USP 45 pistols, and two Shrec Advanced Weapons Systems DMRs. There was also Meteorite's last-ditch piece of equipment, a pound of C4. All of this had been hidden inside of several bookbags. Two was exhausted after he made the numerous trips back-and-forth between the nest and the former camp of the Meteorite. The only component of Meteorite's part of the operation that wasn't at the nest was Major Lucifer.

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Lucifer wasn't armed with anything but a broom as he walked casually up the stairs to the small back doorway of the "royal palace". Opening the door tentatively, he looked above him at the sections of wall that may contain cameras and/or other security measures. There were virtually none. Lucifer did not raise an eyebrow, though. That would give away his thoughts. To look surprised would make it seem as if Lucifer was not accustomed to the palace. So he maintained a dull, emotionless expression as he walked inside. He was expecting a guard to be there to challenge his permission to enter, but there was none. The only guards within the room were on the other side and they paid no attention to Lucifer as he made his quiet entrance. No one paid attention. They did not care.

To Lucifer, it appeared as if all the human servants who were bustling about the palace were too broken to even question a newcomer of their own kind. They all had either dull or fearful expressions. They just went on with their jobs, trying to get on with their lives. None of them probably even had enough spirit to even dream of freedom. Once again, Lucifer hid his emotions. The servants' helplessness sickened him and made his blood boil. He could only hope that his mission would be successful and would bring about some hope for these downtrodden souls. Lucifer now tried to mimic the posture and strides of the servants as he made his way through the palace's hall. No one of authority challenged, questioned, or attacked him. It was quite stunning. Shura Saius is too confident for his own good.

That's what Lucifer was thinking the moment he saw Shura in person for the first time. Shura seemed to minding his own business in his room when Lucifer had passed by. The two's eyes met, and Lucifer immediately averted his. He looked down, faking fear, and hurried away. He made it around a hall corner and slowed down. He thought about how easily he could sneak up behind Shura, overpower him, wrap his hands around the Daius's head, and twist the bastard's neck until it broke. Lucifer held back a smirk. This was going to be easy.