'Tens of thousands on my right, thousands by my side
War between good and evil, watching our fists collide
Battle for our freedom now, to the streets we ride
War between good and evil, watching our fists collide
Battle for our freedom now, to the streets we ride
The Tower of Idols, Sin District, Pax Gothica
A black sedan, armored and boosted, slowed down outside of the massive tower within Sin District. An equally armored black SUV eased behind the sedan as the driver, dressed in a black butler style suit with a black beret, opened his own door to move to the rear passenger door. Both vehicles bore small flags of the United Dominion and the Gothica Dominion Commonwealth or GothDomWealth for short, along with special license plates that bore the black tribal wolf of the Royal House of Wolf. The natives and tourists of Sin would know that a Dominionite Royal was about to be meeting with the Despoina of Sin.
The driver paused at the rear passenger door as he watched the two Royal Guardsmen exited the back seat of the armored SUV. Dressed in a dark gray dress uniform with black armor shoulder plates that bore the white and dark red bull from the flag of the GothDomWealth and a gold and red accented iron cross, the two, each close to six foot plus tall, were apart of the Host of Fenrir, the Royal Guardsmen of Lehnsherr. Golden berets rested on their heads as the two men adjusted their grips on their black SCAR battle rifle cambered in .338 Lapua Mag with under barrel 12 gauge shotguns, large Roman Gladius on their left side and a holstered .45 ACP 1911 style handgun on their right side. They moved towards the sedan as the driver opened the rear passenger door.
A man, dressed in a hooded gray fur coat that stood close to six feet two inches tall, exited the sedan. The hood casting shadows across his youthful face as his light blue eyes took in the Tower of Idols. This man was use to massive over the top type of buildings and statues as he was born within the United Dominion and of the Royal House of Wolf. Even the nearby District of Fenrir housed massive statues of the Count and the Fallen, the Hounds of Caesar. The man moved towards the entrance of Tower of Idols flanked by the two Royal Guardsmen.
Once inside, the man lowered his hood to show a youthful face of a lightly tanned man in his early twenties, but his real age was close to to his mid-thirties, with neatly trimmed short black hair and piecing light blue eyes. A gold ring, shaped like the tribal wolf of the Royal House of Wolf, rested on his right ring finger. Slowly unbuttoning his fur coat to show off the a dress uniform that matched that his royal guardsmen as the man was also the highest ranking commanding officer of the Host of Fenrir without the firearms. He only has a black and ivory hilted Roman Gladius at his left side. He was Jason Lucius Lehnsherr, a Prince of the Gothica Dominion Commonwealth.
Your Savior's Garden, District of Fenrir, Pax Gothica
The small airfield at the Fenrir High Guardian Barracks was a hive of movement as men and woman readied themselves for action. They moved not for a threat to the District of Fenrir, no they moved to confront a threat to another part of Pax Gothica. A true enemy of the United Dominion was on the move within the very region, Gholgoth, that Dominionites weren't allowed to strike against this enemy without cause disarray with the other Gothic Lords. The Watcher system, the United Dominion worldwide surveillance satellite network, had picked up something afoot coming from Fortress Pax of movement coming from the unhuman Capitol Police as they out move towards another part of Pax Gothica in force. Technicians pinpoint that the target would be either the Sin District or the Vetalians. The latter would determine to be the target as the Vetalians were currently being purged by the Reich according to recent reports. Information was shared with the leadership of the District of Fenrir, the GothDomWealth and the United Dominion of the actively of the Cappers which forced the hand of Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, the Count of Transylvania, to either stand by and watch the Cappers ruthless slaughter people or take a stand by deploying Dominionites to the Frontlines to stay in defense of Vetalians and their Government-in-exile. The Count whom has been very vocal about his hatred of the Reich and the Cappers choice the latter route of action.
The paramilitary force known as the Fenrir High Guardians or the Hounds of Fenrir would be the closest Dominionite forces to engage with the armored drones of the Reich. Air crews, in black and orange jump suits, pulled double duty readying the four dark purple with golden accent painted Omega light dropships, bearing markings of the United Dominion and the District of Fenrir, and guiding the Fenrir High Guardians also known officially as the Hounds of Fenrir inside the passenger bay. A total of twenty fully armored soldiers could be seated in the passenger bay of each of the Omegas, not counting those brave enough to stand. As the Hounds of Fenrir daily train for operations like this one, the men and woman quickly armored up and armed themselves with the following; black SCAR battle rifle cambered in .338 Lapua Mag, black LY46 'Hellhammer' .50cal handgun, a number of Lyran LY1002 'Hellsbreath' thermobaric hand grenades and extra magazines for their battle rifles and handguns, along with some type of bladed weapon.
The all clear was given and the four Omegas engaged their jump jets to take to the skies above Pax Gothica followed by a handful of small black support drones armed with a single 20mm chaingun. As the flying metal beasties pushed towards the Vetalian District, messages and warnings ahead of their intention were being send to the Custodes and other allied forces heading towards block the Cappers advancing into the Vetalian District via encrypted transmission. As the same times as the Hounds of Fenrir rushed to a possibly conflict, the Chairman of the District of Fenrir with approve of Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus placed the Dominionite district in Code Lupus. Fenrir High Guardians, in full gear, moved out of Your Savior's Garden to set up for a defensive action of the District of Fenrir. Custodes would aid in guiding the natives and tourists to safety.
The trip between the District of Fenrir and the Vetalian District was over quickly as the metal flying beasties shot above the waters. The Omegas slowly came in behind the wall created by the allied forces and eased into a hover about a foot above the streets below, the handful of gun drones moving into positions above the allied defensive barrier. The Hounds of Fenrir, dressed in full sets of Transylvanian B.A.S. Series ONE MOD VI in dark purple with gold Norse runes and markings accenting around the armor systems, numbering eighty soldiers in total filed off of the loading ramp of the Omegas. Their gold eyes staring at the red eyes of the Cappers as the Fenrir High Guardians moved to the weak spots of the allied defensive barrier, their battle rifles sighted in on the force in front of them. Under the body armor, no one could really tell what Dominionite races were active in the eighty Hounds of Fenrir. A citizen of Remus once was quoted about Transylvanian B.A.S. Series ONE MOD VI as being beefier and better protected Cappers.
Two of the Omegas took back to the skies and to turn their 20mm auto cannons, armed with HE rounds unlike the Armor-piercing rounds used by the drones, on the Capitol Police amassing near the Vetalian District as the other two dropships turned to create another barrier by landing on the street below. From the loading ramps of the grounded Omegas came a deep howl of a wolf that was nearly drowned out by the chaos in the night. The United Dominion, known to heavily non-human in population, was about to bring a few full blooded were-beings in the eyes of Pax Gothica. They came down the loading ramps, humanoid shaped werewolves that were fully transformed that pushed the allied defensive barriers. The gray werewolf male leaped on the top of Captain Akdari's APC and unleashed another deep howl into the air as the smaller brown werewolf female paced near the grounded Omegas.
A lone figure came down the loading ramp of one of the grounded Omegas, this man was a child of two Gothic nations. Dominionite and Jagite. Wearing a dark black dragon scale duster over his own set of Transylvanian B.A.S. Series ONE MOD VI that matched the Dominionites already facing the enemy, the man carried his helmet under his left arm and his battle rifle sung over his right shoulder. The light danced off of his long silver hair styled into Norse braids with Norse runes beads tied into the braids, his sides faded from the top to bare skin at the bottom. Norse facial tattoos covered the left side of his face.
His silver eyes took in the chaotic Gothica Showdown that was happening as he paused at the bottom of the loading ramp. He reached into his duster with his right hand to pull out of cigar and lighting it with a match, taking a few good pulls before calmly walking over towards the allied defensive barrier, For those familiar with the District of Fenrir and Her High Guardians, they would known this man as Primus Pilus Ivar Grimolfsson, one of the six Primus Pilus that commanded the Hounds of Fenrir. The Primus Pilus, a rank equal to Major was turning forty-five, has spent most of his military career as a member of the 1st Blood Wolves of the United Dominion Armed Forces before being asked to join the command unit of the Fenrir High Guardians at the founding of Pax Gothica and the District of Fenrir. The Primus Pilus, along with most of his men here, was a veteran of multiple battlefields outside of Gholgoth and inside the Dominionite nations. Primus Pilus Ivar Grimolfsson tipped his head towards Captain Akdari as he neared the Despotate Security Forces APC.
The male werewolf lowered on his front legs and snarled at the Capper, drool dipping down his canines on to the roof of the APC.
"Looks like the Cappers don't understand what the word 'No' means, Captain Akdari." stated the Primus Pilus as his silver eyes stared at the Capper Officer.
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