The Zombie Plague Spreads (IC, SR/Any Tech)

[Gonswanza]

The station's damned to hell, though a rocket screaming up to knock yet another satellite down was a sure sign that yes, life still existed... Even if the radiation was dying down in many places, save for Gonswanza. Alas, the loss of Hubble was a mild tragedy that would be mourned by nobody in particular, as Gonswanza and other smaller nations spared from the nuclear exchange soon begin to engage in "reclamation" efforts... Which is a simplified term for the dark truth: a global war for territory. The superpowers were knocked out of the picture, NATO was dead and the UN ceased to exist. BRICS was no more. Alliances are destroyed, it was every man for himself. However, they still had to deal with zombies, the awful leftovers that somehow refused to die, as bunkers open up with soldiers and civilians rushing out to try to earn their piece of the aftermath.

The station eventually has its transmissions fixed remotely, but they were adjusted, tuned even. The delay would be notable, however, as the new message to space is as follows:

Earth is still alive! Send men down! Kill the hordes! Join us in the reclamation! Conquer these wasted lands! DESTROY THE UNDEAD! All hail our Glorious Leader! The Eagle, Bear, and Dragon are Dead! Rejoice!

A mild bit of propaganda mixed into the odd distress signal, calling upon the multiverse for help. Alas, the situation was only made direr with the fallout being an almost ever-present issue and radioactive hotspots... Plus nuclear silos that are primed, ready to launch, but overrun by zombies and hence left to be subject to the reclamation process. Anyone could launch those loose nukes, but they couldn't adjust their mysterious targets. So one had to pray that such targets weren't pockets of human resistance, topside.

[Almanty]

U-71A Crash Site
Arachon Capital Greenbelt
DOME R.D.U. Apollyon Branch
1934 hours

Marcus: "You only sending them a one self driving APC!"

Hagar: "We can't risk any more personnel casualities!"

The Rescue Convoy arrives in the site and the Team swiftly bringing body bags and everthing else to the vehicle.

RDU-3: "Enemy incoming!"

Hagar: "All team get out from there, we will take care the assailant."

Marcus: "He is right there are too much enemy."

CSAR-2: "Yes sir!"

The vehicle start to move, leaving the area while the vehicle is gunned down by enemy.

Dispatch: "Orca-6 please stand by."

Hagar: "Fire now!"

Dispatch: "We have clear visual of enemy, transmitting the coordinate."

Dispatch: "AAM detected, deploy countermeasures."

Dispatch: "Multiple target hit."

Dispatch: "Confirming BDA..."

Behind the vehicle, chaos can be seen in the sky and in second death from above for the assailant as three cruise missile coming quickly as fast as blink of eyes to the enemy, even crushing to the heart of enemies and make remaining of them retreat back to the woods intimidated by the damage that has been done by the missile.

CSAR-4: "I never see anything bright..."

Montaja: "What just happened... *argh*"

CSAR-4: "What is that?"

CSAR-1: "The Infected spotted![The vehicle AI directing the searchlight to the zombie.]"

[Allanea]

Eastern Nariel, on Sean McGowan's porch

Sir Sidney punched forward with his buckler, breaking undead fingers. The Inferi not feel pain, he gathered – but with broken fingers and smashed wrists they would have difficulties grabbing onto him or his companions. A sweep of his sword – and another one of the vile creatures fell down. Next to him, Sir Tyrus fought, with sword in one hand. Sometimes, the winged knight held up his left hand in a spell gesture, and arcs of force snapped towards the undead, hissing and sparking, a horrific smell of burning undead flesh spreading where they hit and enemies fell. And next to them, the Olwean fought, sword in hand.

For moments it seemed that their fight was entirely a display of hopeless courage, that they would be overwhelmed by the horde entirely, devoured and brought down.

And then there was a bright flash.

She stood now among her friends, her white dress flowing in the air, her eyes gleaming with fury as she raised her staff in her right hand, raising her left in a forbidding gesture. On her fingers was a fine, gleaming powder that rose and vanished on the wind as she a brief sentence, the ancient words seeming to ring like a lash, to clank like tank treads rolling forward.

And there was then a flash of furious, blue light. The front ranks of the Inferi staggered, the Unbidden horrors closest crumbling to dust.

"I am Lady-Knight Elena Edevane!" – she proclaimed. From her fingers, beams of arcane force lashed out towards the enemy., "I am a Knight of Leng!" She moved as if throwing , and a small, fiery object flew off from her hand and into the street. There, deep in the undead crowd, it detonated, a ball of fire almost two street lanes wild. "Have heart, friends! Light will come again!"

[Olwe]

Jason continued hacking his way through the crowd of Inferi, moving toward a nearby residential area, when suddenly there were bright flashes up ahead... first of white light, as if an Angel had exposed their mana essence, followed by what appeared to be a particularly powerful fire spell. Someone’s cutting loose up there, he thought.

It took him a few minutes to reach whoever it was. When he did, he saw four combatants holding back the tide of undead and clocked the red haired one as Olwean by the make of his sword. Judging from their weaponry, the others were Allanean. “I appreciate the help,” he said to them. “Jason Frost. It’s an honor to meet you.”

[Almanty]

ORDER - Hagar Personal Audio Transcript

Hagar: I-I still don't get it how the Capital Fighter manage to assasinate The President.

Hagar: How did they manage to get a hand on a sophisticated anti air missile that almost make my mission foiled.

Hagar: I don't know if the intel is obsolete by the time of the operation.

Hagar: Speaking of operation, I also waiting for the observation report on CSAR and what was that name.. ah the Dome rapid team, in three days I will get the report on their status.

Hagar: *yawn* For now the best way to do is wait and sleep, it almost eleven. *click*

[Almanty]

HOPE - Unknown Audio Log

Max: *click* This is record for the day 68.

Max: The first day of work.

Max: It is quite exhausted and dirty job actually.

Max: Collecting garbage and plastic all over the camp so that my 3D printer can start making face mask and gloves.

Max: Good thing they give me a blueprint, so I don't bother it searching online.

Max: After all done and packed, I deliver it with my trusty drone to the hospital.

Max: Halfway there, got a sticky situation where some hooligans chasing me down. Luckly since the sound of my drone is like a swarm of bee, it draw attention of the sick. So I manage to slip while they are busy with the sick tailing them.

Max: I-I don't know why but if the world is really coming to the end, like what people said. I never thought it will end not with a bang but a whimper.

Max: Did I done good in my life..

[Almanty]

CHAOS - CF PSYOPS Transmission Log

Montaja: To all our brave fighters who hear this message.

Montaja: This time we have achieve something that we have waiting it for so long.

Montaja: Our brave fighters in Capital District have finally shoot down helicopters.

Montaja: The special is not the helicopter itself, but who inside it.

Montaja: To my brave fighters and pioneer finally I proudly to say that the Almantian President is dead.

Montaja: This is not a lies I assure you. We have now shared the footage of it all of the Ngenet.

Montaja: And without him, their generals will soon fall apart.

Montaja: I say man to arms. Let's take this opportunity and shall we rebuilt after this apocalypse.

Montaja: A world with new hope and utopian future will start here.

[Clapping]

[Allanea]

Jason continued hacking his way through the crowd of Inferi, moving toward a nearby residential area, when suddenly there were bright flashes up ahead... first of white light, as if an Angel had exposed their mana essence, followed by what appeared to be a particularly powerful fire spell. Someone’s cutting loose up there, he thought.

It took him a few minutes to reach whoever it was. When he did, he saw four combatants holding back the tide of undead and clocked the red haired one as Olwean by the make of his sword. Judging from their weaponry, the others were Allanean. “I appreciate the help,” he said to them. “Jason Frost. It’s an honor to meet you.”

"Ah, the famous Jason Frost himself?" - called Sir Sidney. "Truly a momentous occasion!" - he added, cutting a zombie's ankle off and then stomping on its head as it fell. "I am Sir Sidney Ballard, and there are my brave companions." - he spoke, naming each in turn. He did not seem to mind that he had to pause every half sentence or so to lay waste to the hordes of the Inferi. "We are of the Order of the Knights of Leng, it is our task to turn our skills with blade and spell - a moment, please - " he sliced off the top of a zombie's head "to protect the innocent - " he kicked an Inferus in the chest, pushing it back, slashed across its palms, slicing off most of its fingers, and then cut off its head on the return stroke " from magical threats of every kind - and as you see, my comrades are doing a fine job at it!"

[Imperial-Octavia]

The Station

Danar had managed to relocate herself inside the station in the time once she realized that the new arrivals seemed to have missed her on the outside. Once the squads from Olwe would enter the Gonswanzan space station they would find one floating astronaut, Ashton Tate, seemingly unconscious after starving on the station for however long, of course Ashton was a completely fabricated identity, hiding the robotic Octavian underneath the skin suit hidden to the explorers checking the body out. Upon further examination they would find the woman inside to look starved and barely hanging on to the cusps of life. Shallow breathing could still be seen from inside the suit which showed that the woman was still alive but clearly needed medical attention. That was unless the Olweans could somehow sense the truth of what really lay beneath her skin. Danar only hoped that such wasn't possible as then her future operations would become much more difficult.

Landing
Kotun

Amid the radioactive wastelands that now made up most of Gonswanza and underneath the seas where their underground capital was held, a small craft would move itself to dock inside the city. The craft was still cloaked however so anyone who may have been in the position to see the alien machines dock would not be able to claim to be the first to see the Octavians. After making sure that no one was watching the crew, Methet, Yureyen, and however many of the willing Gonswanzans would find their way out of the shuttle and began moving out into the city to finally begin the hunt that the Octavians had come to the planet for in the first place (and maybe save some of the families of the assimilated Gonswanzans if it came up). Vuk would stay in the shuttle and re-submerge the stealth corvette while a drone of his own would remain with the hunting group until the undead were found. At that point it would extract some blood and then his true purpose in this mission could finally begin.

"So, we must find the undead before we can begin our hunt we must find the undead of course. Now it seemed that this Laura Ortiz character was in the midst of combat? Tell me Gonswanzans, where might your leader be at the moment?" Methet asked while leaning himself on Yureyen's back. While he did see President Ortiz as a good source for his undead hunting pursuits he also liked the cut of Laura's gib. Such haphazard thirst for battle, adventure, and victory was exactly the sort of thing that the Imperium needed if it was to live up to the ideals that The Paramount founded it upon and though it would displease Vuk greatly, he did plan to reveal himself to this Laura Ortiz so that they could join in undead slaying fun. It was a bit of a stretch to assume the organics would receive him well, but the possibility of finding a fellow seeking of adventure was too thrilling to pass up.

[Almanty]

ORDER - H' Tape Recording Audio Log

Hagar: Ah doctor what make you wondering this far.

Honda: I was looking for you Major. I have some news.

Hagar: Its is about them.

Honda: Yes it is. But there is a good news and bad news.

Hagar: Well bring me the bad news doctor.

Honda: It is about the medic, your four combat medic, this morning all of them didn't make it, we can't save them. Then we dispose the body after confirmed death.

Hagar:*sigh* always like this. What is the good news

Hagar: Well the good news is the four other speciments, well patients give sight of immunity, even though they are badly injured when they got treated.

Hagar: What. That is impossible. It's look like a miracle.

Honda: Yes but what interesting is they also recovered faster than we expected. We presume that their faster regenerative ability come from the assimilation with the organism.

Hagar: Isn't that still a theory yet.

Honda: it is still a theory, but with enough time we may can find the cure or perhaps find the key of immortality while at it.

Hagar: The cure is one thing, but immortality?

Honda: I can't promise it soon but if we can truly understand it, the possibility is endless, we can make supersoldiers, treat all disease, we can become go..

Hagar: That is enough! I know your obsession and knowledge with this bio weapon is beyond anyone else, but our highest priority is to wipe out this doomsday device from this planet before they do it first.

Hagar: For the four immune, I want them to feel comfortable and well treated, after all they are our guest. Is that clear?

Hagar: Good.

[Olwe]

East Nariel

“Ballard?” Jason asked. “Truly a noble name.” He wondered if Sidney had heard of the Planeswalker Jaya Ballard, or perhaps might even be related to her. He contributed his own blade to the flurry of steel striking at the Inferi as he contemplated this.

The other Olwean spoke up. “If Olwean Intelligence was aware of the Knights of Leng, they’re classified above my pay grade,” he said.

“We weren’t,” Jason assured him. “Allanea is under no obligation to disclose the existence of such an organization to allies, unless there becomes a reason to do so.” He spun with his blade outstretched, striking down three zombies, before turning back to the knights. “Olwe is grateful for your assistance. Is there anything you require from me, in an official capacity?” Jason had a reputation as a hospitable host to uphold, even in the middle of a zombie outbreak.

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In high orbit above Gonswanza

“All right, away team is ready to go,” Ensign Lina Vasquez informed Captain Stevens.

“Good,” Stevens said. “I’ll be leading them in myself.” He turned to another junior officer. “Lieutenant Hill, you’re in command till I get back.”

Hill nodded. “Copy that, sir.”

“Vasquez, have everyone check their suits one more time,” Stevens said. “We don’t want to take any atmospheric chances with a derelict station.”

After confirming that all the suits were optimal, Stevens led the team through the docking coil. “It’s spooky in here,” Yeoman Adrian Fonte observed as they moved through the abandoned ship.

“Cut the chatter,” Vasquez admonished him before Stevens could.

“I’ve got a lifeform up ahead,” Chief Sergeant Chrissie Grimstead reported. “Looks human on the readout.”

“Lead the way,” Stevens told her. The team moved toward Danar at a slightly increased pace.

[Allanea]

“Ballard?” Jason asked. “Truly a noble name.” He wondered if Sidney had heard of the Planeswalker Jaya Ballard, or perhaps might even be related to her. He contributed his own blade to the flurry of steel striking at the Inferi as he contemplated this.

The other Olwean spoke up. “If Olwean Intelligence was aware of the Knights of Leng, they’re classified above my pay grade,” he said.

“We weren’t,” Jason assured him. “Allanea is under no obligation to disclose the existence of such an organization to allies, unless there becomes a reason to do so.” He spun with his blade outstretched, striking down three zombies, before turning back to the knights. “Olwe is grateful for your assistance. Is there anything you require from me, in an official capacity?” Jason had a reputation as a hospitable host to uphold, even in the middle of a zombie outbreak.

"Let us complete our work here, and then discuss our further duties somewhere safer." - said Sir Sidney. Upon so saying, he kicked out at a zombie's kneecap, cursed bone and unholy flesh tearing and cracking, and then beheaded the creature as it fell. "I have the fullest trust" - he stabbed one of the Inferi in its temple, and withdrew the blade with a gruesome squelching sound - "in your hospitality."

[Gonswanza]

The Station

Danar had managed to relocate herself inside the station in the time once she realized that the new arrivals seemed to have missed her on the outside. Once the squads from Olwe would enter the Gonswanzan space station they would find one floating astronaut, Ashton Tate, seemingly unconscious after starving on the station for however long, of course Ashton was a completely fabricated identity, hiding the robotic Octavian underneath the skin suit hidden to the explorers checking the body out. Upon further examination they would find the woman inside to look starved and barely hanging on to the cusps of life. Shallow breathing could still be seen from inside the suit which showed that the woman was still alive but clearly needed medical attention. That was unless the Olweans could somehow sense the truth of what really lay beneath her skin. Danar only hoped that such wasn't possible as then her future operations would become much more difficult.

Landing
Kotun

Amid the radioactive wastelands that now made up most of Gonswanza and underneath the seas where their underground capital was held, a small craft would move itself to dock inside the city. The craft was still cloaked however so anyone who may have been in the position to see the alien machines dock would not be able to claim to be the first to see the Octavians. After making sure that no one was watching the crew, Methet, Yureyen, and however many of the willing Gonswanzans would find their way out of the shuttle and began moving out into the city to finally begin the hunt that the Octavians had come to the planet for in the first place (and maybe save some of the families of the assimilated Gonswanzans if it came up). Vuk would stay in the shuttle and re-submerge the stealth corvette while a drone of his own would remain with the hunting group until the undead were found. At that point it would extract some blood and then his true purpose in this mission could finally begin.

"So, we must find the undead before we can begin our hunt we must find the undead of course. Now it seemed that this Laura Ortiz character was in the midst of combat? Tell me Gonswanzans, where might your leader be at the moment?" Methet asked while leaning himself on Yureyen's back. While he did see President Ortiz as a good source for his undead hunting pursuits he also liked the cut of Laura's gib. Such haphazard thirst for battle, adventure, and victory was exactly the sort of thing that the Imperium needed if it was to live up to the ideals that The Paramount founded it upon and though it would displease Vuk greatly, he did plan to reveal himself to this Laura Ortiz so that they could join in undead slaying fun. It was a bit of a stretch to assume the organics would receive him well, but the possibility of finding a fellow seeking of adventure was too thrilling to pass up.

The trio were clueless, even as they looked around at the carnage within. This so called "haven" was a nightmare. Dimly lit, corpses strewn about with the bones of a dead whale resting nearby. A few diplomats were found, though they were zombies that were promptly put out of their misery, given they were dressed in rather sharp suits. Distant gunfire soon drew the former astronauts to one of the escape tunnels, only for a zombie on a stick to jump out, with Laura chuckling behind it. She was... Crazy. Dressed in more advanced augmented armor with a closed breathing system and various other hardware to stave off radiation, not only was she alive, she was well! Even as she tossed the speared zombie aside, waving hello to the trio of 'nauts that just looked at her as if they wanted to both strangle her and hug her.

"We were looking for YOU... Why the hell would you leave this place?!"

Laura speaks up, chuckling almost, before breaking into a long fit of laughter that later cuts off.

"FOR THE GLORY OF WAR! OF COURSE! I'm a soldier by blood, spirit, body and mind! I'm only a president by trade because they saw it fitting for me to rule a country turned into a military complex. The others are in the tunnels, spreading out into underground habitats given the ruins above. Go, quickly. They are waiting for you."

Laura would then gesture to the main access tunnel, which was barricaded off, though the barricade was easily bypassed given it was nothing more than loose mounds of debris and some IEDs that have since been disarmed. So much for that... But it made some sense given the nature of local converted marine life.

In orbit, one may begin to note the slow chaos that was starting to build. A satellite, hitting another... Followed by another... Before there's a massive game of pinball in the orbit above the station(s). It's also resulted in a few satellites being deorbited, but the chances of one striking a craft with sufficient speed to cause a hull breach is low. Even lower were the chances that they could compromise a mission to the Gonswanzan station, but alas, accidents do happen. This was noted for the ISS, which got slammed by a now-former weather satellite, getting taken out of commission and out of orbit, falling with deadly grace back to earth in a horrific dance of flames through the atmosphere, due to drop over the US. Not that there was much there that would be affected by the falling parts or the toxic fuel that could be carried down without burning up.

[GreatOceania]

Nation report
Southern Sector of the Dead Man Exclusion Zone has fallen while the northern part was still holding strong troops from the south are being withdrawn and sent to north checkpoints and strongholds


Southern Sector
Corpses of Stalkers strewn all over the place they had no chance against them Toten droid while they were eating what’s left of the mangled remains one came across a distress beacon using its intelligence the creature took the device and activated it to lure anyone who try to come help once they arrive they will get ambushed and then get killed the increase presence of these creatures is becoming a huge threat to Oceania they can only contain for so long before they fall to them

[Imperial-Octavia]

The Station

As the Olweans approached the woman, her long auburn hair floating gently above her face, they would be able to hear faint muttering coming from her half-conscious body, "...food...I....need....food....", the slight movement of her chest showing her attempts to breathe in the remaining air in the station. An errant slip of paper, seemingly an impromptu nametag, showed the name "Ashton Tate" written in large, bold letters (Danar had written the letter before assuming the position she was currently in). As far as the Olweans would be able to tell, the woman was human, nothing much out of the ordinary and if they opted to run any tests on her there it would also be fairly clear that the woman before them would appear as a human; hundreds of years of active use had made infiltrator suits rather hard to tell from the original. Danar was fairly confident that she would be able to slip in with them undetected unaware of the magical abilities of the Olweans, should any one of them use a magical form of verification for the woman in front of them her ruse would quickly be revealed.

Kotun

As soon as the first zombies fell, the drone piloted by Vuk moved in on the corpse (or more accurately the corpse of the corpse) and extended a needle from underneath the body of the drone and began siphoning the remaining blood from the zombie's broken body filling it completely with the collected gore before flying off to the shuttle once more. Meanwhile Methet and Yureyen followed the astronauts for the time being, they were the only ones who actually knew the geography of the place after all and neither of the two former-mechanators felt like wandering through a city for hours. They slew whatever undead they could see (Yureyen did most of it, sniping whatever looked vaguely undead from miles away) until they finally met Laura Ortiz; Methet wasted no time immediately walking towards the president with an outstretched hand (he had gathered that a handshake was the customary greeting of most humans with the basic scan of their culture he participated before arriving) picking up dust as he approached her, caring little for how the appearance of a 6 foot machine with a crackling sword on his side may be considered as a threat, "Ah! So this is the Mrs. Ortiz I have heard so much about! Truly you live up to your status as a warrior! Please, allow me to make your acquaintance, Kel'Methet of the Octavian Imperium at your service."

While Methet gave his introduction, Yureyen would be content to simply stare forward and analyze the situation, he was not quite sure why Methet was wasting his time trying to befriend inferior lifeforms (without the intent to assimilate them) but he wouldn't be lowering himself to that. No, instead he would be waiting for the opportunity to use the impressive deck of weaponry that he had installed on himself at quite the price. The fact that they were delayed with what seemed like pointless dallying with organics did not leave him too happy. As Methet seemed to still be intent on listening to this organic Yureyen would send him a private message through the Aether to try and rouse his ally out of the daze that he must've worked himself into, "Don't you think you've been talking with that organic for a little too long? This one isn't even particularly entertaining."

Methet responded quickly, "Why this woman is far more than just a mere organic! Just listen to her for a second, she is a woman of my own heart."

Yureyen could not believe what he was reading. Perhaps a bit of snark would make Methet come to his senses, "If you like this organic so much, why don't you marry her?"

"Well do you think I'd have a chance?

At that Yureyen froze completely his eyes practically drilling their way into the back of Methet's head (who was still involved in the prior conversation while speaking with Yureyen through the Aether). He couldn't be serious. To even think that a synthetic organism such as himself would ever even consider the prospect of anything even approaching a friend, let alone as a wife as Methet was suggesting, was simply disturbing. It would be like if one of the humans admitted to having feelings towards one of those animals they kept around, Yureyen simply couldn't believe that his friend would really even consider such a thing as a possibility. So he laughed. Methet had to have been making a joke, a bad one sure, but he had certainly gotten Yureyen with it and he couldn't lie and say that it wasn't somewhat convincing. Yureyen's laughter emanated from his shell with a level of noise that began to approach painful levels for any organics nearby with seemingly no prompting before he quickly added a new post on their private Aether chat

"That was a good one Methet kekeke, you really got me there. Seriously though we should try and move on."

By the time Yureyen was done laughing, Laura had explained the situation to the astronauts and where they were meant to go but Methet had another suggestion for the president of Gonswanza, "If there are no zombies with them then I think that me and my compatriot would rather join you in the fun you're quite clearly having clearing this place of the undead." Yureyen would seemingly assent to this though he was still fairly cold towards the organic Laura Ortiz.

Methet had one more thing to add to the Aetherchat before they heard Laura's response, "I'm not sure what you meant by that Yen, I was not joking."

Yureyen had never laughed as hard in his life.

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Back in the ship

Vuk had found the most curious of pathogens here. It was far more complex than Vuk had ever imagined that it could be and totally unlike the conditions which created the other sets of the undead the Imperium had encountered on the Earth they were fighting over at the current moment. This disease appeared to be hyper adaptive virus with a scarily quick rate of mutation in where the next strain would already have changed to be immune to a new type of treatment or have a new carrier of the virus, a quality which would be of intense use to the Imperium especially if they could harness it outside this specific virus. O.P.R.A would certainly be interested in such a useful disease for use in its bioweapon division but yet there was more tests to be run, Vuk had to be sure this disease was as good as it seemed to be before he sent the data back to base. So he would begin his tests with the bodies of the assimilated astronauts injecting them one by one with the "G-Strain" as he would call it and testing every manner of cure and countermeasure against it as was possible continuing until the host body had been worn out or terminated by the rigors of the tests. Vuk would be sure that what he sent to his superiors would truly be the best that he could send. Nothing less would do.

[Gonswanza]

Unknown to either one, she was single, willing to look out for a husband... So yes, he had a massive chance so long as they were willing to commit unsavory acts that are not approved by the UN on a whim. Laura's sticking around as the others scramble off, yet the promise of a hunt soon caught her eye, as she smiled under the mask and visor, eyes beaming with delight. Oh, the little psychopath in her head was going wild, laughing with glee as she got a little giddy.

"Absolutely! Come with me! The others are heading for the complexes underground, sealed away from the zombies, basically secure as hell. Yet, I know of a few access tunnels that can get us up topside for the hunt. Grab a rifle, take a cannon, anything you'd like! Or use your own stuff, it doesn't matter. They all die the same! Haha! Let's go kill some zeds, no? I'm certain Mawar's probably long gone now, if you manage to find him as a zombie though, keep his body in one piece so we can put him up on display somewhere. I'm certain he'd be a lovely prize for a trophy hall. "Former President of Gonswanza Mawar Al-Sherbak, zombified and later euthanized. May his soul rot in hell with all the other pacifists he helped raise." Now, that's fitting!"

She really had a mild hatred of the old man, but she didn't seem to care either. Running over to an unscathed escape elevator, she just slams the button to call the lift itself before the doors open to let a corpse flop out. It was irradiated and very dead, so there was no need to panic as it wasn't undead, nor was it going to be infected any time soon. Alas, that was their call to board the lift and ascend to a spot just on the outskirts of Jaktoo, where the war was still in full swing among the ruins of a city, with zombies roaming around and infantry being more than happy to kill the undead in any way possible.

Elsewhere, on the high seas, the five captains of the apocalypse were getting new orders. They had to stand on guard, be prepared to strike, and split off, given visitors. The five carrier groups begin to take up positions across the world, following orders with SLAMs on standby should the order to launch come. Yet, they could not shake off the uneasy feeling that things have already gone awry on land...

[The Dark Domain]

OOC: turns out I had some time

IC:Reality screamed as a massive tear, crackling with eldritch energy, opened in reality a few hundred meters from the space station over Gonswanza and a massive oblong of black stone a kilometre long and half a kilometre wide lumbered forth, its faces studded with clusters of grinning skulls and circles of bleached bone

Aboard, sitting on a throne of bones, lit by balefire, sat the robed figure of Mage-Captain Avon, Mage of the Fifth Circle of the Necromancy School, surrounded by gemstone slabs of various colours that floated in an ever changing orbit around him, with a gesture one of the gems broke from it orbit to hover before him and the image of a robed figure appeared in it

“Diviners, Report” he ordered

“My lord, we have arrived at the location of the machine-message” the crystal sheet that made up the entire wall opposite the Mage-Captain flared to life, showing the area surrounding the station “we believe the ship there is undertaking rescue operations”

the captain nodded “Let them, we are not here for slaves or hostages” he gestured and another gem moved from its orbit “Conjurers prepare the portals to…”

“My Lord!” shouted the diviner, Avon’s head snapped around, a frown forming on his face “There is something else out there, we can sense it but it is out of the range of our truesight”

“We cannot take chances with the unknown” Avon grunted and gestured, a third and fourth gem came forward “Abjurer, Raise wards, Evoker, contact the Destiny and tell Mage-Captain Phavae we require his expertise”

Screens of crackling energy burst into life around the Monolith

[Gonswanza]

"Status report... Conquest, Famine, Death, Pestilence..."

Those were the words spoken by the captain of War via radio, as he rubbed his eyes from the extended mission. The orders were no longer clear to him or any of the others, given a sharp haze of radio static. Something happened. But what exactly was unknown, even with minor blips off the radio from "pirate stations" begging for aid. Drones weren't working like they used to, given poor guidance from satellites falling out of the sky. The captains were blind, relying on the last given orders from Laura Ortiz herself. A real shame, but at least the signal ships aided in boosting radio and datalink between the ships, paired to a few hastily deployed Colossi with rather tired, worn pilots in the cockpit.

"Pestilence, reporting. All is well!"

That message barely cut through the static, but it was easy to understand.

"Conquest, reporting! Sir! All is well, all green here."

That one was much more clear, thankfully.

"Famine, reporting... All is well. Oddly overcast, today."

The message is clear, though it's interrupted by a satellite falling through the thick cloud cover, striking the ocean as a disintegrating ball of fire. It hardly had time to touch the ocean at that point, though. There wasn't even an impact in the first place.

"Death, reporting. No damage, systems are clear and functional. Should we report back to Gonswanza for a resupply soon? Or rely on the outposts instead?"

An odd question to ask, but there was some reason behind that. The outposts seem to have gone silent for now, but the idea of a resupply could be taken well as the crew was being pushed to their limit. They have been away at sea for over two months now, being pushed around as wars were being waged, their silent figures cruising around to try to express Gonswanza's nuclear brinkmanship. So much for that mission, as now it's changed due to some unfortunate circumstances.

[Almanty]

A month later after the incident, nothing has change atleast for the outbreak. Now the Central Government starting a counter insurgency against the Capital, which draining so much resource and manpower that many initiative put on halt or creatively diverted to another post.

This is not exception for PDIB, which now diverting their resource on war. Now they are preparing their personnel to trace the Capital's rumoured WMD.

"So how is the report on Athena region?" Hagar asked on the meeting. He is a military commander with Major title and effectively a figurehead of PDIB.

"Our early report indicating a huge trace of toxic chemical and anomaly frequency in the I-7 Zone." One of the aid with military dress answered.

"The area is a factorium with history of chemical and other heavy industry which now home for 400 hundred people. The area have been fall under the insurgents 3 weeks ago."

"How is the insurgents strength and activity?"

"Intel suggesting a small insurgents strength no more than 160 people, while lack of armor but they have adequate of motor vehicle comprising from industrial trucks to modified pickups.

"Probably huge stock of chemical weapons if combined with our data." The aid added.

"The activity is so conceal that they only active on night or bad weather, they also manage to take advantage of underground tunnels. One of our satellite capturing their activity." The aid showing a satellite images in the projector with cloud that have taken huge proportion of the image, almost useless. But small bits of it contain crucial information that marked with red circle."

"How about the underground tunnels itself?"

"The tunnels is a industrial network which was used to transport dangerous materials and connecting other factories' underground facilities which used for production and storage."

"In 24 hours I want a small team to gathering intel and infiltrating this place. Preparing helicopters, UAVs and ship for their transport and fire support."

"This meeting dismissed." After taking a note, the aids start leaving the room, and preparing for upcoming mission tomorrow.

[Tajijstan]

The Tajijstani Civil Defense Command has issued an
Infections Disease Warning
The following message is transmitted at the request of the Tajijstani Government
At 4:15 PM a disease was discovered at Kranoyrsyk Metro Hospital this disease is highly infectious.
All citizens receiving this message are to shelter in place.
All Civil Defense members and all reserve troops are to arrive at the nearest military site