Futuristic ParaCom: Adversary Uncertain

[DerUbermensch]

The dragon was awakening. Though weakened, it could potentially put up a good fight. It roared with warning. Things may turn from good to bad if things aren't handled well.


"We'll need to find cover and I'll pin it down! Do shoot at it." Alina used suppressing fire to distract the weak dragon. The shields Chade provided as well as the adrenaline pills will certainly help. If needed, the explosives will also deal the blows to the dragon.

 

[Splat]

"Our only goal is to restrain it. No need to blind it unless we have too... Try to disable its flying ability. Filling its wings with holes should slow it down a bit."


Ideas ran through Chade's mind like Olympists running for the gold metal in a forty meter dash. Boom. Genius.


"Alright lads, Take tiny pinches of my explosives and stick them to pieces of the wings and ankles of the dragon before we wakes. It should be able to blow holes in his wings and damage him to where he shouldn't be able to run away... Only a pinch of each block! Anymore could result in killing it."

 

[Bazmund]

"Don't let anyone stand hear its head. One bloke in my old unit did that, and got incinerated when the big fucker sneezed." Jacob winced. It was neither a pretty nor an honorable death. It was just plain stupid.


I mean, the head is, like, car sized, and full of really sharp teeth. Why would you want to be anywhere near it?


Darwin Award for anyone who tries it.

 

[Derpestein]

Timothy just managed to zone out during combat. Somehow. Not doing anything useful whatsoever. UNTIL THE DRAGON FUCKING WOKE UP HOLY SHIT.


"OH MY GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!"


He started to shoot wildly at the creatures wings, not even trying to aim. Oh god, it's mouth was full of big sharp teeth that could impale him at any moment, and the fire, the fire would burn, and it would be painful, and he didn't like pain.


To anyone who watched, it was clear that the soldier was panicking.

 

[Bazmund]

"Someone punch that bastard out!" Jacob screamed into the mic, as a soldier went crazy on the gunship camera, firing wildly at the wings of the dragon, each and every bullet doing precisely fuck all against the tough, armoured scales covering it.


The Command Room was filled with the rapid cracking of machinegun fire, veiled very thinly with radio static.


"You know what might be an idea, assholes? Something in the guns that lets us turn them off remotely when this shit happens. I fucking mean it! I'm gonna be the one patching up anyone he shoots, and you know it! Why else did they have me bring my hospital gear?!"

 

[DerUbermensch]

After Alina laid on some suppressive fire, this particular dragon had a trick up its sleeve. A prehensile tongue! The dragon attempted to wrap the heavy around with the tongue, but thanks to the suppressive fire, it failed miserably and missed! However, it afterward targets something easier. The panicked support!


It was luckier with the support. Timothy McNewell could now feel sticky saliva on him. The tongue then wrapped around the support not unlike a burrito and was pulling at a surprisingly fast speed. With quick thinking and good application of explosives, the rest have a chance of saving the medic. Alina in particular fired a barrage of bullets upon the dragon's mouth in order to make it reel in pain. Leon and Roderick can also help out their fellow in arms.

 

[ARSENIC]

If there was one thing Roderick knew not to do, it was stay anywhere near that thing's head, so when Timmy decided his lifelong aspiration was to become a garden sprinkler, but with bullets instead of water, Roderick was thankfully far enough away that he could avoid the panicked barrage of tiny metal death-dealers, sprinting as quickly as he could behind the beast's folded wings.


A dragon was a fierce creature - its scales nigh-impenetrable, its fire in excess of 3000 degrees, and its fangs like titanium saws, with a bite measuring at above 20,000 psi at full growth. A living, breathing death machine. This one was clearly a bit wet behind the ears but nonetheless was nothing to laugh at, and upon making its acquaintance the boisterous scotsman immediately went silent, transitioning, like flipping a switch, into a slayer - each step like a move on a chessboard: precise and efficient.


Slipping the grenade Alina had given him from his belt, he proceeded to prime the device and rolled it as far as he could under the dragon's legs, attempting to get it stuck around its more vulnerable underbelly before a point-blank shot right into the folds of the dragon's wing ensured that, if it attempted to unfurl those wings, it would do so at the cost of having them ripped and torn as the skewered folds were forced open. His plan set in motion, Roderick continued to remained bent low and made a mad dash into any nearby cover the barn provided so as not to take any backlash from the dragon's inevitable thrashing once the grenade blew...

 

[DerUbermensch]

The dragon yowled in pain. As soon as Alina could, she puts up some cover using the designs provided. A heat-shield was provided and Timmy was sent FLYING in the air as a result of the barrage from Alina and the attacks from Roderick hitting the dragon. The hapless support was let go, leaving Alina to run and catch the frightened operative.


As soon as Alina grabbed Tim, she ran as fast as she could to the shield, with the dragon being very angry. Alina braced for heat behind and the dragon spewed and breathed fire upon the shield. It was able to withstand the heat. The dragon's weak spots were made apparent: The soft underbelly. A wing was bruised, making its ability to fly hampered but not taken out. The lower areas were also injured by the grenade blast. This breed of dragon though was particularly vulnerable to explosives.


Alina then decided to slap some sense into the panicking support. "You're acting like a hysterical woman. Now quit your crying and fight!" She might refer to Center regarding what to do on panicking troops.

 

[Splat]

"Russian boy, while the dragon's focusing on Alina and Timothy McSlobber, see if you can hop on its back and plant some explosives on it's weakened wing. I can fly you up if needed."


It was a damn risky plan, but Chade didn't have anything else to offer. He could only hope the dragon wouldn't notice.


"Do your best to piss it off, Alina. Use Tim's shield to layer up on your own for some extra cover."

 

[Bazmund]

"Try having someone call it a flying gecko." Jacob suggested. Insults worked perfectly fine to distract humans, and although the physiology of the Dragon was stupid-crazily different to a human's, there was really no reason to suppose that simply screaming abuse at it wouldn't draw its attention, even if it didn't get offended.


"Anyone else got any suggestions for the poor bastards?" Jacob turned briefly away from the mic and monitor.

 

[Splat]

"Requesting permission from HQ to just say 'fuck it all' and fill the bastard with lead, so we can drag its dead ass back home."


Chase was getting very tired of this dragon. Every time he looked at it, he thought of his daughter. He wanted to kill it so badly that it hurt his soul.

 

[DerUbermensch]

"Permission granted. It's not giving up without a fight! Too dangerous to keep alive." Alina was too busy reloading her rocket launcher to lay on suppressing fire. "Rocket launcher reloaded. Firing!" Alina fired her rocket launcher.


The dragon was keeping Alina and Timothy at bay with fire. As soon as the dragon stopped, Alina fired a rocket right at the center of mass! The potential attack was interrupted with Alina's rocket attack that crippled it severely. It was up to the rest to deliver the finishing blow.

 

[Splat]

"Make it flashy boys! Leave some. Only destroy the head of you can. There are many secrets hiding in the body of that dragon."


Chase especially wanted experiment with the skin. If he could turn that into body armor, or even armor plating for his upgrades... Wow.

 

[ARSENIC]

"ONE DRAKE KEBAB, COMIN' RI' ON UP!" Roderick roared as he heard the go-ahead, holding his trusty assault rifle in his off-hand and the cross-bow in his human hand, dual wielding with a deep, Scottish war cry as he peppered the dragon's wing with lead, aiming the crossbow to skewer right through the creature's brain, hopefully taking it out with the surprising power of the strange, paranormal crossbow he held in his hand.

 

[Bazmund]

"Looking good down there, team." Jacob said into the mic. The desk worker he had taken it from had long since given up trying to get it back. "You've officially got the compliments of the British army. A team like you would've saved us a lot of casualties back at the start of all this madness."


Yeah. A lot of casualties indeed.

 

[DerUbermensch]

Alina and Roderick worked like a team! In fact, both the barrages connected. The crossbow in particular was surprisingly powerful. A blue bolt fired from the crossbow. The dragon dropped dead after the bolt hit the beast. After Roderick was finished, Alina fired up her nano-Gatling gun to make sure the dragon is dead. "Just to make sure."


Alina then concluded. "We're going home. The locals will help us out." Alina then waited for Chade to lower the Little Lady and bring everyone home. "I'm guessing drinks are on me."

 

[Bazmund]

Jacob radioed in, speaking to the squad.


"Incorrect, Miss Allina. I've had to treat far too many wounds caused by those beasts in the past - the drinks tonight will be on me."





Damn right they would be. Quietly, he'd been wishing the whole time that he could have been on the mission too, but he'd arrived at the ParaCom HQ too late for that. Least he could do was get a few rounds in the pub for them.

 

[DerUbermensch]

"Just to warn you. I'm Russian. I drink a lot of alcohol. Let's go home."


Alina would wait for everyone to get back on the base. She waited for everyone to be all aboard. By the time everyone does so, another day means another well done operation.

 

[Bazmund]

"Just to warn you, love, I'm feasibly both German and British - and both of those people would be the first to challenge you to a drinking contest." Jacob gave a grin, backing away from the computer in the cool, air conditioned control room. Thank god computer lovers cared enough about their machines to keep the rooms they're kept in cool as well, or the command center would have been ungodly hot.

 

[DerUbermensch]

"Doesn't scare me. I love a challenge!" Alina was fine with the challenge. Her liver wasn't so bad. Alcohol helps her take off stress, like with many Russian men, women, and children alike. Alcohol was part of the culture.


SEVERAL HOURS LATER:


As the team got back to the base, Alina made a beeline to the bar. "In victory, we deserve alcohol. Defeat? We need it!" Paraphrasing Napoleon, she toasted her squad-mates, Roderick and Leon especially. Alina was quite the alcohol lover indeed, especially to relax her nerves.

 

[Splat]

Chade was in a relatively good mood, now. The dragon being slain made him feel like an avenger for his daughter.


...Avenger, huh? It has a nice ring to it.


He stood up and excused himself from the party and drunkenly wobbled to his room. He needed to finish up with his blue prints... For the Avenger.

 

[DerUbermensch]

The ghoul was immediately taken to the labs. Strapping it to a containment chamber, the neural waves of the ghoul were being read. Not just they found out about how the weapon and the fragments worked, but also some secrets to the ghouls. Suddenly, the ghoul did a remarkable action. Its eyes and skin glowing yellow and red respectively, and spoke with an otherworldly and raspy voice. "You humans think you are scientists, warriors, and priests! Yet you are nothing more than youngsters with sticks! Your filth defiles the very fabrics of reality. I would spit upon you all if I could! Let this be a warning for what is to come!"


Dr. Semyonov was aghast at the ghoul speaking! "Turn up the scanners!" He was trying to see how is it possible that it could have spoken. "Get out of my head! I'm not yielding information that easily!" The ghoul was angered by the attempts of getting further into its head. Dr. Semyonov smirked. "I have ways of extracting it..." Suddenly, jolts of electricity not unlike a taser shocked the ghoul. "AAAAAAGH!" The ghoul was compliant under electric shocks and gave out more information. Such an interrogation was harsh yet necessary. The good doctor would tend to interrogation while he assigned the other scientists to the autopsies of the ghouls as well as how the crossbow worked. The engineers may have a heyday with the new discoveries.

 

[Splat]

Max





Woah, a dragon? Are they seriously bringing me... I mean, uh, us, a dragon!? Way cool. Max couldn't wait to get his hands on the thing. As, which he could only assume it being, the infamous Little Lady returning to base with his group of five operatives, (Including Chade) a separate small squad of four helicopters came carrying a massive dead dragon by steel cables. They lowered it onto the platform, and Max was very nearly jumping out of his skin to get his hands on the creature. They cut the beast into chunks, head, torso, arms, legs, tail, and wings. Max was assigned to the team on the tail, which he didn't mind. It was all the same to him.


Getting to work immediately, almost at first glance he could tell that the body was made of some kind of mineral, material or element that was not natural to that of the human race, and most likely, not on any of their charts or tables. He got a tissue sample of one of the scales under the microscope, and what he saw astonished him. Even with the creature dead, the cells on the skin worked independently. They rapidly formed layers upon layers of skin, dying and hardening into the shell to create a nearly impenetrable surface. If this dragon was full grown, the scales would have had enough time to become so hard that using even a laser would be the equivalent of trying to use a butter knife on steel. He could replicate this, it was possible... but he needed time.


He reported to the head scientist his findings.

 

[DerUbermensch]

Dr. Semyonov found out more. Not just about the technology, but also how they are used. He turned to Max Platio with, "Excellent news! This will be good for our engineering department. Now all we have to do is find out more about our new friend."


A scientist performed an autopsy on a dead ghoul. It was found to be humanoid and maintaining integrity despite apparent decay. Perhaps something is powering it. A mysterious power source has been found among their equipment. It may be dangerous so it was handled with utmost caution. A strange alloy was also noted among the recovered items.


Needless to say, it was time to turn the tables on the enemy.

 

[Splat]

Chade





Amazing. The layers of dragon scales by themselves are weaker than reinforced carbon, but if Chade could work with the scientists to find a way to apply this self-hardening technique with the human race's more powerful alloys, we could make a substance so close to invincible the human race would be unbeatable. Chade got to his work immediately, applying this new technology to his designs for the Avenger. Soon after, Chade also got word of the results of the crossbow analysis. Apparently, it's powered by an element that the paranormals call, "Cosmodium". We should easily be able to harness this energy into weapons, with just a small amount of time. The Avenger was nearly complete, all it needed was to finish his designs for a nuclear fusion generator to power the craft.


After what seemed like an eternity later, Chade finally finished the designs. It was perfect in almost every way, completely updated with every form of brand new technology that Chade could build. It was going to kick ass and not even bother with taking names.

THE AVENGER