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

[BusterBuizel]

Lylatian Side:


In the briefing room of a Lylatian battleship Sergeant Olaris is on the recieving end of a barrage of scolds from his CO.


"NO NO NO!" Admiral Fox McCloud banged on his desk in anger, "How did we lose Fichina?! I sent my best troops, talked with my best advisors, and I even sent you there! As a Star Paladin I expected you to take that base with little resistance. Before I make a judgement on you, explain this: What the hell happened down there Sergeant?..."


(They sent in their special task forces, elite armored corps, and destroyed all the gunships thrown at the less fortified base)

[tangletail]

Inside the office with the Admiral was a smaller white fox who was dressed in a slim black armor suit tailored for his body. The suit held to origional Cornerian Emblem from the Lylat wars, and was clearly in use for a long time. One of the Fox's large ears were bandaged to the side of his head over an injury. When he was addressed to explain what happened, he thought over it for a moment. "Sir..." he started off then quickly inhaled through his teeth seeing how he could easily be courtmarshled for just a slight understatement under the circumstances, "there is hounestly no way I can explain this to well without you getting a bit more... sevearly disgrutled."


Olaris raised his hands by his sides with the black palms up diligently and shook them lightly up and down in a small gesture as he continued to explain in a streatching tone, "These wern't.... the average troops that you typically see from our lovely adversaries. They had some pretty extensive training, comparable to our speacil forces in the Lylat Wars. BUT! They had some phenominal equipment. It took maybe about... three or so good men just to take one down who caught us off guard, then another 7 or so just to kill another... after that we couldn't hold out for more then... a good while. So I would say... we were attacked by their Armored Elites."


He scartched at his bandaged ear for a split second before expecting the worst.

[BusterBuizel]

Lylatian Side:

"Clearly I was the one who made the mistake," Admiral McCloud sighed, "A full frontal assault with air support was no match for the more than average defenders. Really, I didn't think that pull so many reinforcements just to protect a stupid fish hatchery. But I have to say; why put so much effort to do so? Something isn't right. Either the UPF is planning this as a diversion or... Nevermind, such a thought that occured to me would seem traitorous to think that our President dragged us into this war. Either way, something doesn't seem right and I think the Federation is all at fault."


He sighed, "I'm assigning you to guard this outpost, Zoness Sea Base 887. One of our biological research plants there have found a new virus the Federation fears. And recently it was found to be forerunner human bioweapon. It's called the Reaper Plague, I'll brief you about it right now."




Preparing a slideshow McCloud boots up his holographic projector, "The Reaper Plague: this mutagenic virus causes an infection unseen in regular diseases. The virus is a swarm, an intelligence. It causes those who have been infected to rapidly morph into twisted and mutated forms, called Necromorphs. Since the virus itself has control over the host body, simply destroying the brain is not enough to kill the individual infected. You have to either dismember, disintegrate, or incinerate the Necro to kill it. The virus itself cannot survive once the host is stripped of offensive means. The virus will selfdestroy itself once it finds that the host can't kill to reproduce."




As spine-chilling as this was Olaris was interested in such a powerful weapon. Although his thoughts on using biological weapons were bitter.

Post Merge: December 11, 2011, 02:22:10 AMFederation Side:


"Alright guys, this is a top secret mission and I've selected only the finest ESFP soldiers, you guys, for the job," The President stood in front of the whole squad, "I have some bad news," he paused, "Our recent intelligence reports have found out that the Lylatian Republic has found the existence of the Reaper Plague and has already set up a major research plant on the planet Zoness. Your mission: Blow the **censor** place up. I'm not gonna sugercoat this presentation, this is extremely serious business. Sea Base 887 is the primary, and only, research plant that has the virus. Ghost will come in handy for this mission, because he's immune those Necromorphs can't see him, nor acknowledge him. In case of an outbreak he'll wipe the floor with them. Your sidearms will be replaced with plasma cutters, Althea you haven't dealt with this threat before. If you see one of these freaks DON'T aim for center mass or headshot. Cut off their LIMBS."


Ghost was a bit shaken at the thought, he remembered his dead mother, morphed into one of those abbominations. He couldn't hide his fear and was shaking badly.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea listened with little emotion. Right now, there was no place for fear, no place for joy, no place for apprehension. Instead, she did the same thing she had always done when learning about a mission: assimilate information. Although it was terrible to think that a virus (or would it be more apt to call it a parasite?) could assume control of a host in such a gruesome fashion and then perform such ghastly things to the body, it was illogical to react to it now. This moment was reserved for gathering, sorting, and understanding information.


Fire for the limbs. Check. Dismemberment. Check. Avoid physical contact at all times. Check...

With a glance she noticed Ghost's obvious fear. Althea leaned over and nudged him in the shoulder.


"Don't worry about it Ghost," she said with a confident smile and a soft voice. "We are the best trained, best equipped, and most elite soldiers that the UPF can field. The enemy is a virus. It's unthinking, instinctual, and probably something like the old zombie b-films from way back when. If we can't finesse our way through the facility, we can always begin to play a war of attrition and eliminate them all. Besides, I can't imagine that we would have to deal with any of them anyways. It's a research facility, not a breeding pit. Any that we come across will be behind closed doors with over-exaggerated fail-safes everywhere. You'll be fine. I'll protect you."


Turning to the President. "Sir, if I may? Would it be possible to outfit the squad with HazMat protection to try and protect against accidental exposure? Also, if I may keep my Tundra Hawk, if only for close quarters work with non-..." Althea had to search for the word, "Necro...morphs? Lastly, may I ask how we will be inserting, what the projected pathways are, and what the plan for extraction is? Do we have any maps?"



Althea already knew the value of this mission. The obvious gains were that they would stop Lylation research into the Reaper Plague (she shuddered to think of what those brutes would do with such knowledge) and that set back any progress they had made an immense distance. There was another gain that Althea felt driven to at least attempt for. If the Lylation scientists had made any progress, any at all, on identifying, cataloging , or (dare she even think it?) curing the Plauge then they could bring that back to the UPF and maybe, just maybe, stop the Plague in their homes.

[tangletail]

Olaris's eyes narrowed slightly upon the mentioning of bio-weapons. The memories he held of fighting such things were already gruesome enough, but the idea to defend one was nearly repulsive to the fox. “Sir... with all do respect. I am interested in a weapon that is effective, but a bio-weapon,” he asked as he placed both hands on the desk and leaned forward.

 
“Don't you remember the damage one can cause? They are uncontrollable! You yourself should know! You have had more encounters with them then anyone in this entire army Fox! Remember Andross's little pets?! You're going to recreate history with this," the fox half heartedly scolded knowing that this probably wasn't going to matter in a few seconds. With a sigh, he shook his head and straightened up, "I am sorry, I am soldier first. I will leave immediately sir."

[BusterBuizel]

Federation Side:


Ghost growled at Althea, "It's not okay! These things ARE thinking, sentient, and downright deadly okay?! I don't need someone to tell me otherwise! Those things killed my m-mother!" he was almost in tears.


"Control yourself man!" Mikey held him down, "She didn't know, okay? Take it easy. She didn't mean anything."


Ghost wiped the tears from his eyes, "I never want to see these things ever again. Any mention of it makes me think back to how I managed to get off the Ishimura with Clarke. I was only a week old and I remember everything. I have nightmares, depressive states, and I just break okay?...  I was just a scared little kit following bloodsoaked footprints to get out alive. I saw things I wiill never unsee and I hhad to eat uninfected corpses just to stay alive. Continue with the briefing, I really need to go for a walk."


Mikey turned to Althea, "You didn't know, it's okay. Never comment on his fears unless they're true."




With a look of understanding Buster dismissed Ghost out of the room, "Now as we were saying, you  will be inserting in via an underused method: midget submarines. Maps of the facility will be available en route. And yes, you will be issued the usual H-1 HazMat/Undersea rebreather."


Mikey took notice at the peculiar look of the helmets, "This looks like a freakin' SPARTAN II helmet off Angel Wing."


"Hey man, I ain't the one who designs these things. It shows you how much Video Games are taken seriously here in the Federation," The President casually replied back to his son.

Post Merge: December 11, 2011, 04:45:19 AMLylatian Side:


McCloud sighes, "It... Wasn't my decision. I voted against this program, but my superiors chose otherwise. Now go. You'll be on guard duty, so stay sharp."

[Otebon Albrecht]

As Ghost left the room, Althea opened her mouth to say something, an apology, anything, but decided against it. I'll just have to make it up to him later. Right now is not the best time.

Althea's attention (although she was distracted by the feelings of guilt in the pit of her stomach) returned to the briefing when midget subs were introduced. The President was right, Althea couldn't remember the last time midget submarines did much more than underwater surveillance, salvage, and maybe a sabotage mission on the side.


When the conversation moved on to the helmets, Althea's attention was almost completely gone. The only part of her mind still actively engaged in the briefing was the part of her mind constantly taking notes anyways. Everything else was preoccupied with Ghost and his haunted past or with trepidation about the submarines.


Althea had never liked swimming much. In fact, all the portions of Basic that contained water had been the hardest part of training for her. Sure, she could swim, but the fear of drowning not knowing what's in the water always ate at her resolve and  made her hands visibly shake if she wasn't careful. Althea didn't know why, she had always been that way.


Yeah, but my little child hood hydrophobia can't hold a candle to Ghost's fear. Wow, that was stupid of me! How could I have thought that a little "Oh don't worry 'bout it" peptalk could have helped?!? Hell, he ate corpses to survive...

Note to self: never mention ANYTHING to Ghost ever again.
Note to self: remember to remove foot from mouth before bed.

[tangletail]

“Yes Sir,” the fox barked as he gave a thumbs up solute before turning to the door and jogging out of the office, “First I need to get better equipped sir!” His first stop came to the large thick high security door way that lead into the armory. After a quick swipe of the card, he slipped inside and walked down the small crawl space created between two very large shelves and many different drawers and cabinets.

 
He stopped when he spotted the cabinet he was looking for and promptly opened the door to and quickly rifled through the packages, reading over them quietly to himself.

 
“Bio-Shield Module, engages within proximity of toxins and harmful materials,” he murmured quietly as he quickly tossed it into his bag, “Zoness... a toxic dump... I'm gonna need it if I don't want my butt talking to me.

 
“No... no no... no... Research Software...,” he mumbled once again as he gave it a cocked look. He pondered over it seeing how it could come in handy even though it may be completely useless to him. He started to put it back, but then hesitated as his gut began to wrench it's self at the very thought of a horrible irony. He slowly turned back around and tossed it into his bag, and peered at the gun selection.

 
“Hmm... Rifles... shotguns... we still have kinetic weapons and rounds, pulse rifle... “ he finished as he snatched the Pulse Rifle off the wall as well as a hand full of cells, and added them to his bag. With his selection done, he quickly slung the bag over his shoulder and made a quick sprint to the Docking Bay.

[BusterBuizel]

Federation and Lylatian Sides:


On the toxic planet of Zoness the seas raged and a fierce storm swept through Sea Base 887. Fully sealed in their minisubs, Task Force Frostbite was ready to be dropped into the atmosphere along with a salvo of missiles as a decoy.


"Feels great to be an honorary member of the famous Task Force Frostbite eh Althea? Too bad this planet's a toxic waste dump and the seas are just rife with green sickly crap," Mikey chatted through the rebreather and sealed suit.


"Soo looking forward to this," Ghost rolled his eyes.


Meanwhile on Base 887 the fennec, Sgt. Olaris, grimiced as he stepped out of his transport craft. He was greeted by some of the guards of the facility all wearing HazMat equipment.


"You look like you could use a suit. Here, put this on once you're inside," a soldier handed him a bulky, yet mobile HazMat uniform, "Don't get to close to the cages either. These things make vomit look like rainbows."

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea hands gripped her knees as the minisub fell into the atmosphere.


Yep, she thought to herself. This is great. Please don't remind me about the seas. Soon I'm going to be surrounded by that toxic junk and I can't help but imagine that it's worse than water. Excellent, there go my hands now...

Forcing a smile (or what passed as a smile through the helmet's visor) she turned to Mikey. "I'm proud to be a part of the team Mikey! Though I can't help but find the irony of the situation." She indicated herself with a wave of her hand. "I think I'm the first Ninetails on Team Frostbite, for obvious reasons."


She glanced at Ghost, but made sure to keep it at a glance. Althea still felt terrible about her earlier crudeness. She needed something that would stop her from reaching out to Ghost to make amends. She still hadn't thought of anything she could say. So, to occupy herself, she began to play with the Plasma Cutter that she had been issued. Luckily, this also forced her hands to stop shaking as it gave them something to do.


She held the strange weapon in her hands and began to turn it over. She admired the simplicity of the weapon, but was a bit leery of its weight. Though she had yet to fire it, she did admire it's effectiveness. It would be an interesting weapon to use on the field.

[tangletail]

The fox frowned as he slipped the hazmat suit over his own modular armor, and tossed on the helmet as well. He began fiddling with his pulse rifle as he moved forward, adjusting the attachments he took from his original rifle into a better position. He slowly rotated the gun to the left to expose the side mounted flashlight and the under sling plasma saw. The plasma saw was originally intended for soldiers who ventured through the thick forest of Fortuna to open path's or cut away at branches to free a trapped soldiers. However, some soldiers have found interesting uses for such a device when it comes to conventional warfare much like Olaris.

 
When he passed by the cages he took a quick glance to the side seeing only darkness inside the cage. He came slightly closer to it but still out of range, and the bare silhouette of the creature was plainly visible. Every sharp, intricate detail was plainly visible over the deformed, and misshapen body. “That's the Necro!” the fox demanded as he pointed to the thing. His eyes meeting the creatures directly. The lifelessness of it was apparent, leaving the undescribable blood lust unexplainable to natural physics.

[BusterBuizel]

Lylatian Side:


The intercom suddenly opened communications, "Atttention! A Federation ship has been sighted above the planet and has fired a missile salvo at the planet. Missiles have damaged one of our defense towers, but otherwise most missed or malfunctioned. Just giving you guys a heads up."

[tangletail]

Olaris's ear flickered lightly inside the Haz-Mat suit's helmet before looking to the other guards in the area. “You've heard em. Were at large everyone!” he told them, motioning for them to move to their battle positions while he sent a quick command to his ship for it to submerge and send him constant radar feed back.

[BusterBuizel]

Federation Side:


Too small to be noticed by sonar the fish-like minisub mimicked large fish native to the planet. Mikey looked about the submarine's systems.


"Everything checks out. Okay guys, dead silence. We're almost to the facility. Remember: we've only got enough RX4 (Plastic EXP) to blow up the powerplant of the base. Ready?"


"Someone set them up the bomb," Ghost replied back, Zak still silent in the front seat of the second minisub.


Lylatian Side:


Detecting nothing out of the ordinary the guards returned to their usual duties. But Olaris caught a glimpse of one guard who was coughing badly inside his helmet. The soldier took off his helmet and started to vomit a bright yellow fluid. Olaris backed up and paranoia kicked in, checking the seal on his helmet.


The soldier was in agony and cursing, "Why me?! Oh great Forerunners why me?!"


The rest of the guards didn't hesitate and threw him into one of the empty cages. With odd curiosity Olaris peeked in as his comrade ached and started to bleed out the yellow liquid from every opening. Sharp cracking of bones could me heard through the screams of the infected soldier, his ribcage twisting into a bat-like wing, lungs swollen with hydrogen, and jaw peeling. All the while the soldier screamed, which then turned into an eerie alien sound  upon the full transformation. The sergeant was afraid to vomit, as the removal of his helmet could mean a fate similar to that of his fellow guard. The now deformed Infector lunged at the side of the cage, poking the spine-like probosis through a gap in the solid plasma bars.

[Otebon Albrecht]

And now we're submerged...

Althea forced a chuckle at Ghost's little quip, but there wasn't much effort behind it. Hopefully, everyone else would think that was a product of speaking through a rebreather.


"What's our ETA Mikey?" Althea put away the plasma cutter and began to fiddle with one of the motion sensors.