Hybrid Ascension: Ghosts of Lylat (Pokemon/StarFox Crossover RP #2)

[BusterBuizel]

Federation’s Side:

With the successful defense of the Pokemorph homeworld of Ultimax the Federation counter attacked Lylatian fronts all over their galaxy. From Katina, to Sauria, to Fichina the Federation’s all out assault caught the Republic off guard. Task Force Frostbite was sent to defend a UPF outpost in the frozen tundra of Fichina from Lylatian forces.

“Aegis Outpost, this is Captain Micheal of Task Force Frostbite over,” he paused as the Type 23 jeep rocked, being constantly hit with small arms fire, “Fleetcom has authorized a squad of Helljumpers and ESFP for reinforcements. We’ve also got a squad of marines in our backseats. Coming to assist over!”

“Aegis Outpost to TFF! We’re taking heavy fire from enemy gunships over! Get those Guass 23s over there!”

“Roger that! Over and out!” Mikey cut off the mic while trying to defend his jeep from the Guass turret of his Type 23, “Haul ass sis! They’ve got guided RPGs!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice bro! Do we got enough chaff in the pods?!” Tanya, Mikey’s twin sister, yelled through the noise of the battlefield.

“Two reloads left! Ghost! We got Speedmasters 12 o clock! Hit those jeeps man!” he warned his friend.

“Zak! Evasive driving! They’ve got RPGs riding shotgun!”

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Meanwhile in the UPFS Tower of Fall a certain ESFP Soldier was preparing to drop into Aegis Outpost with her squad along with the Helljumpers. Fresh off training, and finishing first in her class, Althea Voss stood by her Pelipper and looked out at the fleet. One of the Drop Troopers approached her. He was a Dewott, clad in lightweight ballistic armor carrying a distinctive ARP-5C pulse carbine.

“Sir, my squad is ready to drop. Are the vehicles secured on the drop ship?”

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With no real conscious thought, Althea began to check her gear, mainly by feel. The comfortable weight of her Vintorpup Para lay across her back but did nothing to impede her mobility. The familiar feeling of her Tundra Hawk counterbalanced the magazines, communication equipment, motion sensors, and other toys that completed her load out.


The thrill of getting into the fight began to seep into her blood, but was stilled almost immediately by equal parts of training and personal force. Now was not the time to allow nervous energy to drive her, now was the time for technique, training, and superior strategy take the helm.


While she waited for a response from Dewott, she began to re-run the plan in her mind. Over this however, another train of though smiled.


They won't even know what hit them.

[BusterBuizel]

Federation Side:

"Roger that! See you planetside!" a look of zeal shot across the soldier's face as he staluted from Althea's reply. He jumped into his pod and launched as soon as possible.

The pilot of the Pelipper dropship motioned for Althea to get on board with the squad of marines already on. There was a Type 38 Zoroark antiaircraft vehicle on the underside of the craft. A squadron of Gu-1 gunships were ready to escort the insertion.

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Althea nodded to the pilot. Turning to her squad of Helljumpers, swung an arm towards the Pelipper.


"Let's move it! Go," she yelled and motioned everyone to get into the dropship. She waited for everyone else to get on before jumping on herself, slamming the doors shut, giving the pilot a thumbs up that they were secure and belting herself in. Throughout all of this, she smiled softly to herself. She had remembered a quote that had been in a book she had read long ago.


"I can't promise you that I will bring you all home alive, but I can promise you this. When we go into battle, I will be the first to set foot on the and I will be the last to leave. I will leave no man behind"

To Althea, it seemed especially apt. They were going in as reinforcements and a makeshift rescue squad after all.

[BusterBuizel]

Federation Side:

As Task Force Frostbite arrives at the base a firestorm of activity they ordered their passengers to dismount and establish a perimeter around the airfield to ward off enemy resistance. Lylatian gunships were pounding UPF positions all over the base. They could not afford to lose this vital outpost, as the experimental weapons from within could be captured by the enemy.

Mikey and Tanya were huddled together beside their destroyed 23. He was covering his sister with a pulse carbine as she used her X8 AMR to down light vehicles at range.

"Things are really heating up down here! Where are those Arceus damned reinforcements?!" Mikey continued his suppressing fire.

"Dunno man! Hand me a few more micro shells will ya bro?" Tanya asked her brother as she picked off a Speedmaster's wheel.

"Here! Where's Ghost anyway?"

"Guarding the hanger with Zak and the Marines! That's the main objective."

"This battle looks grim, you think they're gonna authorize the suits?"

"Wouldn't be surprised," Tanya was cut short by an explosion that knocked her back.

"Sis!"

"Don't worry about it! My shields are still up. My bots locked up due to EMP though."

"Can you stand?" Mikey braced his sister.

"Major cramping in my legs man! The damned bots are short circuiting!"

"Where the hell is the reinforcements?!"

"I'm right here boss!" Mikey's headset came to life as a familiar voice spoke.

"Ghost! Tanya's hurt, her nanobots are offline."

"I heard you the first time," a massive power armored suit rushed over the snowbank above the jeep. The suit was armed with an arm mounted gatling gun, missile launchers, and a guass cannon. He rushed into battle trying to defend his squadmates, "Go on, pull back..."

"Ghost, who authorized you to use the suit?! You're disobeying a direct order! Get your Zorua butt outta there!"

"Zak authorized it. You can't argue with that General Bradley," Ghost replied as he poured 20mm rounds into the masses of infantry storming the base, "I'm buying time for the reinforcements! Tanya needs to pull out too!"

"Fine, this doesn't mean you're off the hook soldier."

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Althea closed her eyes while the dropship zipped over the battlefield and, even through the shielding between them and the sounds of the engine, she could hear the sounds of battle. That feeling of energy returned quickly. Through closed eyelids, she saw the drop light in the cabin turn green. With the speed born of practice, training, and no small amount of adrenaline, she prepped herself and her pod for a combat drop.


Within seconds, the uncomfortable feeling of gravity drastically increasing as the pod shot out of the belly of the Pelipper.


They were now deployed slightly off to the side of the main enemy advancement, a perfect spot to flank and set up an L-shape flank. The original idea was to see if they could push the attackers into a smaller area so the UPF's fire could be more concentrated.


Althea quickly extricated herself from her pod, tore the rifle off her back and began to run. She ran to the nearest hill and placed herself down upon it. To her left the fortifications of the base stretched off into the distance. In front of her, light armor and assorted vehicles mixed in with infantry charged the defenders.


Putting an eye to her scope, Althea first saw a pair of UPF soldiers bunkered down behind a destroyed 23. They were doing very well protecting themselves, so Althea paid them little mind, or at least she did until one of the battle suits that had been stored here came into view.


They must be harder pressed than we thought, Althea thought as she quickly readjusted her aim down range.


Now to work.

[BusterBuizel]

Tanya took notice to the glint off Althea's scope. She peered through her own rifle scope to see Althea in the distance.

"Yo bro, reinforcements are here," she waved to her ally, "Ninetails on the hill there."

Zooming in with his ocular lenses he could see Althea camouflaged in the snow, "Great timing mate, Althea can you hear me? This is Capt. Micheal of the ESFP Task Force Frostbite. One of my squadmates caught a severe EMP blast, her nanobots are freaking out and disabling her movements. Provide some cover fire while I drag her outta here!"

"You're not alone man! I've got your back!" the same Dewott from before was alongside Mikey as he dragged his sister away from the fight.

"Thanks Andrew."

"Go on! Backup is almost here. They've sent in a whole armored division to this outpost!"

"Which one?" Mikey asked through his radio.

"Your dad's. The Legendary 82nd Corps."

"Yup. We've won," Mikey couldn't help but laugh, "C'mon sis, hotcakes and tea for you."

"That sounds lovely. I can't feel my legs."

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Althea allowed the muscles in her finger to loosen after her fourth shot. She had focused mainly on the drivers of vehicles so that their quick advance would stop. Gunners could always be dealt with at a moments notice and with little effort.


Lifting a hand to her headset, she responded quickly with a quick glance down towards the beleaguered defenders. "Copy Captain. Providing cover." With a deft movement of her hands, she switched the channel from open to the squad of Helljumpers she had come in with. "New Plan: form a wedge and get down to the fortifications immediately. They need covering fire and we don't have the time for flanks and superior positioning."


She set her comm back to open channel quickly and began to run down to the base herself. She stopped every 50 feet or so to take a shot or dodge into cover as the situation demanded. With quick glances, Althea verified that the soldier the Captain had identified as injured was being evacuated.


Setting up behind a Speedmaster that was missing a wheel (and crew due to some excellent firing from the base defenders), Althea returned to her sniping duties. Instead of looking for targets of opportunity, now she shot for volume. The more rounds she could put into the air, the more chaos that would ensue, and the more cover Captain Michael would get.


"Captain, this is Voss," Althea said as she began to tear into a Lytlatian squad. "I have you covered and have redirected a squad of Helljumpers to your position. What are your orders?"

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Mikey just got into the base when Althea radioed in. He set his sister down near the medical room and gave her a few painkillers to numb the cramps, "Orders are to hold the base! I've left you a gift in the back of the two-three; a missile launcher to take out any enemy H-wings. Keep the gunships off the main facility! If we lose this outpost we lose the planet, got it?"

"Too many! There's just too many!" Ghost was trying to use the remaining power in the suit to shoot down as many gunships as he could, "Shit! Not now you stupid piece of junk!" The suit started to lose power and lock up. Ghost was still trying to fight to the last bullet.

"Pull outta there Ghost! Leave the suit!"

"Better idea. Your uncle's gonna kill me for this but... Voice Authorization: Self Destruct Sequence Activated, Delayed Time; 30 seconds. Voice Authorization: ...Be Human..." Ghost unlatched his harness and bailed out, "Happy Birthday Samus..."

He was armed only with a magnum and took cover beneath the wreck of a destroyed Pelipper. He took in a breath of relief and panted. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

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"Acknowledged Captain."


Althea immediately fired off two more rounds, enough to open up some time, and ran back into the base. Using speed and no small amount of luck, she jump, climbed, and skirted obstacles in her path before she fell in behind the 23 that Captain Michael had been taking cover behind. As she took her cover, there was a massive explosion nearby as the suit detonated. Althea paid it little mind however beyond a quick hope that the pilot got out okay.


"Helljumpers," Althea put out over the comm as she slid her Para back into its holster. "Hold the line. Fall back to defensible positions, clump up, and let none of them through. Focus the officers and work your way down. Call out any targets."


A chorus of affirmatives came back through the comm, but Althea barely listened. She was far too busy loading the gift the Captain had left her. She was beginning to set it down when someone called in through the comms.


"Enemy air at 3 o'clock. Coming in fast and low!"


Lifting the launcher to her shoulder, Althea turned and locked in the incoming squad of H-wings. It was a four man squad, coming in a two-by-two formation with strict wingman cover. They were moving fast, expecting their speed and maneuverability to keep them safe.

Althea aimed at the one in the lead and pulled the trigger.

[BusterBuizel]

Federation Side:

One of the gunships streaked past Althea and broke off from the formation to launch flares and evade her missile. The rest of the flight concentrated on her position, she started to receive a full barrage of plasma fire erupting out of the gunships. In the corner of her eye she saw her Pelipper. It had crash landed near the treeline, a squad of marines still trying to scramble out of the destroyed craft. She took notice that the antiair vehicle was unharmed by the impact and inferred that the armored hull of the tank would be enough to ward off the plasma fire of the gunships. Being an ESFP Soldier, she had the training to operate any vehicle the Federation deploys and even had some understanding of how to operate Lylatian vehicles. Pinned down by the gunships she could only wait for a moment to seize.

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Well, Althea thought to herself as she tried to curl up into a ball under the swiftly disappearing cover of the 23. This sucks.

All she had to do was wait for the gunships to pass over her in their strafing run, then she could break cover and sprint to the AA vehicle and cause some damage. All I have to do is cause enough confusion that the 82nd can assert themselves to good effect. All I need to do is-

Althea jumped up and sprinted across the open ground towards the marines extricating themselves from the crashed Pelipper. The gunships had roared over the crashed 23 and she only had a moment to spare before they either moved onto their next target or returned for more fun.


"Come on" she yelled at a few of the Marines. "Get in!"


Althea jumped into the tank and began to turn it on. She needed a crew for the AA and now she had one with the Marines that began to file in.


Come on, come on! The vehicle needed a moment to warm up and activate the systems. Come on, they're coming back around!

[BusterBuizel]

(OOC: I forgot to mention that the Type 38 AAV has a crew of two, one gunner/commander and one driver. It has an AI to manage the systems)

The systems of the AAV turned operational; the AI stating the startup sequence.

*ZOROARK ANTI AIR VEHICLE OPERATIONAL*
*ALL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING*
*THREAT DETECTED: H-WING GUNSHIPS*
*CREW: ENGAGE*

Taking a hit from a bolt of plasma the AAV shook, offsetting Althea in the gunner seat.
*SHIELDS: 66%*
*RECHARGING...*

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Excellent, now we've got something.

Althea grabbed the controls for the weapons systems and brought up the missile locking system. "What ever you do," she said to the Marine driving. "Don't stop for anything."



Focusing on the missile system, Althea began to lock on just as the Zoroark began to move. As soon as the lock was made she fired and moved to the next H-wing in the squad. She didn't wait for a confirmation from either. Instead moving immediately to the guns and opening up.


Although she would never really admit it to anyone, Althea loved the sound of quad-linked guns firing. It was something about the staggering of shots. It just felt... powerful.


She focused on splitting the fighters up. If they couldn't form up or line up a shot, they were less than worthless; they were a liability.

[BusterBuizel]

Federation Side:

From behind a gunship dove at her with guns blazing. As her 23mm quad cannons ripped into the unshielded craft the pilot of the gunship tried to kamikaze himself into the AAV. Erupting into a ball of flame, the H-wing pulled apart as the last bolts of plasma disabled the shields on Althea's tank. In a millisecond she could see the gunship in her gunsights careening at her. As adrenaline kicked in a brilliant flash of light erupted as the gunship seemingly disintegrated into fragments without impact. In her earpiece there was zealous Soviet accent exclaiming on the open channel.

"Zaryadka vpered! The glorious 82nd as arrived from the beautiful motherplanet of Ultimax!"

Hundreds of armored vehicles bulldozed the treeline, all sporting the flags of the UPF. The roar of their repulsor turbines echoed dispute the thick snow on the ground. Tanks of all types drove in to reinforce the outpost, from agile Type 35 'Busters' to deadly Type 37 Zorua MBTs, to Type 59 APCs to 3-9 Muramasas, the 82nd spared nothing; not even a kitchen sink that was firmly welded to one of the vehicles as comedic decoration. As she opened the top hatch of the AAV to get a better look she noticed the division was made up solely from the homeworld of Ultimax. She could make out flags of many of the province nations that made up her homeworld. Flags of Sovia (Slavic), Aqulia (Latin Europe), USTN (North America), and even that of her home province of The Luna Isles (Developed Asia) adored the vehicles as insignias and accessories. Infantry poured out of the APCs as they provided cover fire and the mixed railguns of the LTs, TDs, and MBTs resonated in a deadly symphony. The sounds all around her filled her with joy, all those familiar noises of friendly gunfire put her at ease. Whines of miniguns, charging shots of railguns, and the brisk clitter-clatter of automatic cannon fire sounded like the sweet melody of an orchestra.

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