OOC: Now will the Jerrey Rough Awesome Seal!

/OOC

A quick look on the situation in Diberia...

Diberia has been in a war that has lasted for over 7 years, a war where zombies, Aperture Science, the Rebellion, the Holy Imperium, and many other countries have fought. By this point in time, most of the millions of zombies have been killed by several assaults by foreign powers and the Holy Imperium, as well as attacks by Aperture Science and the Rebellion; what are left are mostly small groups of the smarter variety in unpopulated areas. Aperture Science, a parent company of Aperture Infantry, has nearly disappeared, most of its staff dead and the remains have disappeared. The Aperture Infantry has nearly been destroyed as a result of the war with the Holy Imperium, as well as massive amounts of surrendered troops, but still packs a punch and will not go down without a fight. The Rebellion, an alliance of survivors of various military groups/countries as well as local survivors, is growing stronger from the surrender of many Aperture Infantry, and is looking forward to an assault on the largest stronghold of Aperture Infantry in the West. In the north the Holy Imperium's soilders advance, having already destroyed much of the Aperture Infantry's forces and zombie remains. Now there were fewer and fewer firefights, but a final battle lay ahead. Whatever civilians there are left in Diberia's Rebellion are tired of the decade-long war, hoping to be saved by the Holy Imperium and their soldiers in powerful battle armor.

One thing to note is a strange meeting in between Jerrey Rough and a group of zombies, with an agreement that is so far unknown. Until a later time, the area has been restricted.
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Jerrey Rough has gotten to know many of the infamously important figures in the army, and has always been looking for ways to bring Diberia back to its former glory, and then some. With very low numbers of zombies and Aperture Infantry attacking the Rebellion, along with dwindling supplies, he has decided to go on a mission to take several jeeps (plus a refitted "missile jeep") to the north and find the advancing forces of the Imperium of America. This has not been approved by King Vutomo, as he thinks they should wait for them to come instead of risking accidental death, but Jerrey's standing with the Rebellion's men and women would cause anger and hatred.
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King Vutomo stood beside the Command Table with several other officers, arguing over if they should attack Aperture or not.

The old man Vutomo slammed his hand into the wood, making a small crack in the oak. Everyone hushed. "What we need to do is to wait for the Imperium, not march out and be slaughtered by their air force." Several officers nodded in agreement.
One shook his head. "So we wait in our holes until they attack? They could decimate this city anytime they wanted, and if the Imperium comes close then they'll attack and most likely hold us hostage. If we attack while their copters are grounded then we have a chance."
"But a direct attack on those fortifications would mean certain death for many of our comrades." He lightly grabs the officer's right shoulder. "And our flak weapons are numerous enough to defend this city. We have nothing to fear but fear itself." The officer brushes Vutomo's arm off angrily, starting to walk out.
"I cannot believe a leader like yourself could rise up and lead an entire nation; why are you so god damn afraid to sacrifice the lives of your men to save many more?" He figits with his rank bars and successfully takes them off, throwing them to the ground. "This is my resignation, sir. You are no military leader, you sheepish coward." Vutomo and the other officers just stand there and watch.
Vutomo sighs at the insult, but shrugs it off. "Well, any more questions? ...Good. Now, we must prepare for any airbourne assault on our west, and reroute..." They continue to plan.

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LOREBIT: The nation of Boomtown made a colony in the west side of Diberia for the purpose of growing crops. A long time ago it was struck with a new zombie virus that spread fast and quickly changed the inhabitants into zombies; but only 60-70% of the population became zombies initially. Its food supplies were quickly taken by the Rebellion and the Aperture Infantry, increasing the stalemate war by a few years. It is now mostly a wartorn wasteland, once held by the Aperture Infantry until they pulled back due to the Imperium of America's attack.
The Rebellion is located in the center of Diberia, with Esmeralda as its heart and newly-created city. They hold vast tracks of land in the center of Diberia, with artillery units in the mountains and large numbers of entrenched soldiers in their borders. While Esmeralda held most of the non-combat personel, there are some other new but small cities nearby, mostly following the El Esmeralda (river).

OOC: I believe some people had a couple characters that I never did get around to talking to before, so assume that Jerrey has known them and them back, but not really well. Diberia is also open for any players to RP sending their armies in.

I'll RP one of my previous characters soon.

OOC: Damnit! Forgot Jerrey Rough's little RP. Anyone with a previous character (or two) can join in, but this will be short. /OOC

Location Information: A small crowd was gathered at the western edge of Esmeralda. Four jeeps were all that stood in between the crowd and Esmeralda, with one man on a box in the middle. That man is a Jerrey Rough, once a spy that became a foreign affairs minister to the CEO of Gadget Technology Industries, a man that shot his trusty pistol with deadly accuracy and always seemed to know what to do. He now stood in front of a small crowd to say a few words, which after he would pick out who would join him on his journey out of those that were there. Jerrey has a black shirt on, with Star Fox on the front saying "Can't Let You Do That" on the front. He had a leather vest over his shoulder with ammunition and a couple grenades in the many pockets. His two pistols hung in their holsters on his belt, and his rifle on his back. /End of Location Information

Jerrey stood on his little box, scanning the crowd. He coughed and cleared his throat.
"We have fought for years in our trenches and our rain forest. We have waited and waited to be saved behind our lost brethren, crying as we killed our own taken comrades. We wait for the Imperium to make their move and save us. But they do not know us, they do not know if we are those they fight, if we are really loyal Aperture soldiers." The officer from the command bunker walks into the group and joins the rest. "We wait for something that might decide to turn around and go home. I do not want to continue this fight. I want to live a full life, I want to see Diberia become a influential country on the international stage, and to do so we need to make sure the Imperium comes. So I will take a small compliment of hardened troops to fight our way through what remains of the Aperture infantry, through a location of possible zombies, to the approaching Imperium army. We need them to help me and those who are loyal to Diberia to destroy the last remains of Aperture Science, to create Diberia's golden age and help all in dire need. Do you not agree?" The troops nearby cheer, wishing to come and each asking to come. But they didn't crowd Jerrey, only pushed one another out of the way to see him and hope to be picked.

The officer from the Command Bunker, Kalmerg, did not push his way through anyone and stood his ground. After a short while Jerrey walked on by, looked at him, and asked him a question.
"You are?"
"Kalmerg, sir!" He came to attention.
"Oh, one of the former Aperture Infantry units, ah. I read your testimony, and it really should be me saying sir." He points for the lead jeep. "Join me on my journey, comrade."
He smiles, then looks at Jerrey. "Sir, a correction: I was part of GTI, so..."
"That doesn't really matter now, Harvester 32." Jerrey winks, then moves on. Kalmerg blinks and shakes his head.

He continued to look for good soldiers in the crowd, occassionally talking to some.


LOREBIT: Esmeralda has a population of 140,000 people.

OOC: What about the GLS military force in Diberia that is still searching for their lost buddies, attempting to retake deserted GLS/Heskan bases, and stomping out remaining hostiles? By now, they would have occupied most of their bases in the eastern part of Diberia.

OOC: Damn you and your annoymousness!

By this point in time I'd would of thought them dead by the zombies and Aperture Science. <---If they were in the west, that is. In the east there were less forces, so I would think they would have taken their bases over there.

One thing to note: at some point your military would have killed a military base on the east side of Diberia.

OOC: AP base? By the way, should I RP the GLS military moving toward the west side of Diberia?

OOC: Aperture Infantry base. It doesn't matter what you do; but if you want to fight in the final battle then I suggest heading west. /OOC

Aperture Infantry: Current Status
The Aperture Infantry has suffered many defeats at the hands of the Holy Imperium of Man, and has never even won a single battle. They have tried almost everything to destroy the armor of the Imperium, but nothing seems to work. They had a final weapon in their final stronghold of power though, and the final battle would be tough, even for the Imperium. The Aperture Infantry did not just suffer defeats from the Imperium, however; many of its not-so-loyal troops have surrendered to both the Imperium and the Diberians in attempts to save their very lives. But even with so much desertion they still packed a punch or two.

The final stronghold of the Aperture Infantry was very much unlike the other fortresses Aperture Science usually uses; rather than a stealthy, undetectable base, they took over one of Diberia's old "underground airstrip" fortresses and made it much, much larger; capable of handling tens of thousands of troops inside; currently it had eleven thousand. Housed on top of a small mountain, fortifications built over the period of 5 years, and its "secret weapon": eighty Apache helicopters, top-of-the-line and full of missiles and ammo. They were ready to weather a massive assault, and only with a massive force could one destroy it. The facility also had large stores of food and ammo, which would last at least a weeks worth of fighting, if not two to three.

But they still had military forces outside of the building; a thin line of troops surrounded the south-west and western edge of the Rebellion, with a slightly thicker line in the north to slow down the Imperium when they came. Barring a few strong points, they were weak and nearly ready to crumble.

Great Lakes State Military current status:

They didn't have much fighting since they were mostly focused on the eastern part of Diberia. Around 15,000 soldiers with 140 tanks, hundreds of helicopters, and armored jeeps with machine guns still remain. They did not risk moving vehicles, soldiers, equipments, and supplies overland, but instead, by helicopters. Transporting tanks? Hook up several heavy transport helicopters to a tank and problem solved, unless if they were under fire.

Lately, they have begun moving around 5,000 soldiers with large amount of helicopters and a few dozen light vehicles (tanks and heavy vehicles are horrible in densely forested area), moving out toward the north west side of Diberia where the Imperium military are in.

Bloodied, Battered, and far from Broken, the Crusade ground onward through the forests of Diberia. Wherever they marched, bodies lay strewn about in various states of decay. Here and there an Imperial Soldier had fallen, adding to the carnage still overwhelmingly in favor of the Imperium's soldiers. They marched onward and though supplies were beginning to dwindle, their spirits were high for they did the work of the Imperator.

"Onward, soldiers of the Imperial Guard! We go to spread his word!"

A massive 'OOOOORAH' greeted the Chaplains' ears, and he grinned beneath his grim skeletal faceplate. The faith of the Imperium's soldiers was unshakable, even in the face of death himself. He called up a map of the area and noted they were about to crash headlong into the last spotted lines of the Aperture Infantry force.

At long last they would break the scum's hold over Diberia.

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The Chaplain's headquarters group gathered inside a makeshift tent. All of his staffers were clustered around a display, one of the last operable in the entire force. It spluttered into life after being connected to a field-generator and, after a few moments of warming up showed the general force-composition along with positions. As it was, the last few dozen tanks of the force led, followed by Armored Soldiers accompanied with the IFV's ferrying the Stormtroops.

They were arrayed in a wide arrow splayed at the thin line of fortifications facing them. Unless something happened in the next few days, that line would be easily broken by the artillery brought with the crusade. And their inexorable advance would resume.

Meanwhile, the GLS forces were marching from the east, not noticing that the Aperture Infantry had a large hole in their east side.
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Message from GLS military to Imperium military:

We are approaching from the east. Could you file us some information about the Aperture Infantry's position that we are going to fight again?

Whatever few Aperture Infantry troops that were remaining prepared for the offensive, unwilling to retreat out of fear of being shot. The frail line dozens of kilometers from Aperture's fortress consisted of a loose trench network, with some concrete fortifications armed with heavy machine guns. Several of these protected a few anti-aircraft missile launchers, but there were no more than five of those. The AI infantry also had two dozen Diberian tanks (see: lorebit) as their "artillery". The group would be no match for the incoming enemy forces.

But the intentions of their deployment was not to win, unknown to them. They thought apache helicopters and MiG fighters were coming to rescue them...
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LOREBIT: For reason unknown to the employees, Aperture Science evacuated its most important personel many months ago aboard stealth aircraft for places unknown, leaving final orders for those remaining: activate the Z-computer. Unknown to them, when activated the Z-Computer in every single Aperture Science secret facility throughout Diberia would release the zombie disease and infect the employees. The doors to the outside were locked and bolted to prevent escape, and they all became the "undead" in these white-walled and "clean" facilities. They waiting inside the depths in these death traps, waiting for non-zombie kind to attempt to reclaim them. For the zombies protected valuable secrets inside of them, secrets that could be wonderous or dangerous, depending on who got them. These places were well hidden and undetectable, so finding every single one would be impossible.

Diberian Tanks: Their true product ID has been lost in the sands of time, but that does not make them any less destructive. Their cylinder design helps with strong structural integrity and allows the tank to stay upright (via its cylinder-surrounding wheels), and twin 105 mm cannons on either side of the cockpit. Its engine is located behind the cylinder, along with wheels to help keep the entire tank upright. The tank is designed for a direct assault in front of it, taking enemy fire on the front while returning superior fire, as well as retreating as fast as it rolled forward for hit-and-run attacks. Thus this generated major weaknesses for the tank, primarily if it is attacked from the side or behind it. This was never resolved, and the tank stopped production when Aperture Science struck with the zombie disease.



OOC: Shadow, remember your other characters? Are they in the crowd with Jerrey Rough or not?

OOC: Rebellion's approx. population: 250,000 souls, 160,000 of which are in Esmeralda. Plus Diberia is now really owned by no one. Also, a bit of a ret-con: only a small group of men, i.e. Roxas, Sentinel, Wilhelm Vesker, etc, are at the meeting behind a large array of military jeeps and a few dozen tanks. The officer is still there. /OOC

Jerrey's Jeep Squad, West side of the City Esmeralda.

Several men were assembled infront of Jerrey Rough, a total of 13 men of various origins. Officer Kalmerg wore quite possibly the most polished-up and new uniform, along with a new VSS rifle; but for once, the polish actually did mean he was that good. He was a war veteran, serving in the GTI Military for several years until being reassigned to the Aperture Infantry. He has fought in Diberia for years, and only several months ago did he join the Rebellion after his entire elite military unit was zombified by Aperture Science. Jerrey had read his skills in the past, and knew he would be excellent for the fight ahead of them.

Jerrey Rough walked slowly past the men, nodding at Roxas and Sentinel as he passed by.

Once he reached the end, he turned around and came to attention, slamming his foot against the moss. Then he spoke.

"We will be going straight through Aperture's thin defense force and through the very city this outbreak began at to reach where we estimate the Imperium's forces are located. We will not stop for the wounded, not even for myself, because we must reach the Imperium as fast as we can before they continue charging through our troops, who will be quite indistinguishable with Aperture Infantry forces and thus attacked. So its our job to stop that possible accident, via several jeeps and a missile jeep for any pesky tanks we may come across." Jerrey smiled. "You will win glory for Diberia by charging into an almost lost fray, into a place where deadly helicopters may come and reign your destruction at any moment. We may be taken as an enemy by the Imperium and die. But we have no other choice now, do we?"

Kalmerg tightened up, realising he would have to kill men that he saved many times over. Jerrey watched him, smiled once more, then continued. "Are you willing to die for Diberia? For your country? More importantly, are you willing to die forgotten as another corpse?" He started yelling, "Step forward if you are willing to die for no bloody reason at all and come with me!" Jerrey had a mad face on now, glaring up and down the line at the men. A few men were startled from the outburst, but none of the regulars stepped forward; still, several people stepped forward, including Kalmerg.

OOC: Again, those that had characters here before are allowed (or at least have soldiers here).

Following the Jerry's outburst, two men stepped forward with the others. Living in this harsh wasteland had gotten and kept them in shape. Cleaned up, they'd probably make most women swoon at the sight of them. Despite their ragged and dirty clothes, they held an air of menace about them. Trapped in this wartorn mudball of a country, they'd struggled and fought with the best against the worst. they each had racked up a kill count of hundreds of zombies and Aperture Science troops. Though one of the men probably had thousands on his tally.

Wilhelm Vesker, Sargent First Class of the Eggman Empire Army,had lost track of when he'd first arrived in Dilberia. He recalled it was to squash some invading force or something. Now he'd spent years fighting for survival in this insane horror story of a country. He knew one thing was for sure, when he got back, he deserved a promotion.

As far as weapons went, Vesker toted a battered but working M4 carbine with a M203 grenade launcher attached. Strapped to his back was a Remington Model 870 ruggadized shotgun he'd snagged from a careless enemy officer. A third-gen Glock 17 was holstered to his left thigh. A bandoleer strapped across his chest held ammo for his various weapons. He wore a belt around his pants that contained more ammo pouches, sheathed combat knife, and a Leatherman multi-tool. And although no-one could see it, he had a switchblade tucked into his boots for emergencies.

The man standing next to him had no firearms on him, although he did carry some extra ammo for Vesker. Instead the man armed himself with knives. Dozens of them, including a hatchet, and a butcher's knife. This man was only known as Steve. One of the first successful creations in a line of experiments by the Eggman Empire to create the perfect supersoldier, the process had turned Steve into a lethal and vicious killing machine. Unfortunately, it had destroyed his sanity, and left him only with a bloodlust for the next fight. Vesker had managed to salvage a little bit of his personality, seeing how the two had been stuck together since they arrived in Eggman Empire. Originally, Steve only giggled, cackled, or growled. He said nothing, except for screams and howls that came from his mouth when he was in the thick of battle. Overtime, however, Vesker had retaught the man how to actually speak. Although he still didn't say much, Steve could now use short sentences to communicate.

Now Vesker and Steve were an unstoppable duo. They had saved each others lives countless times and fought off near unbeatable odds. It was an unspoken friendship forged out of the fiery storm of war. With a casual grin on his face, Vesker asked "Is this a private party or can anyone join?" Next to him, Steve grinned and a chuckle escaped his throat.

"Step forward if you are willing to die for no bloody reason at all and come with me!"

- "Course, if you die, not really dead. Just keep fighting."

A chuckle could be heard from behind them, and should anyone care to look at the origin of the female voice they would see Ix'Chimalxochitzin, eyes glowing a faint green from the light in the tent. Command knew she was technically 'borderline undead', and some of the people in the field knew she held command of a group of zombies, but she did some scouting for the Rebels on occasion. Though the truce they had was a bit uncomfortable at times, the idea of 'me no kill you if you no kill me' had so far been upheld.

To the Mayan tribeswoman it didn't matter much. At first, she believed all the humans were trying to kill her, but after a while it had occurred to her that they were fighting each other almost as often as they were fighting her. Therefore, it made sense to assume that if she allied herself to one faction and help them kill the others, her own survivability would increase by several magnitudes as well simply because there were less people around to shoot at her.

In addition, she got first pick of the enemy dead in the aftermath. Win-win situation.

She looked at the other soldiers, sizing them up on how much value they would have as a zombie, and Vesker's M4 got a nod of approval, the same weapon hanging by a frayed strap around her own shoulder as well. She leaned against a supporting pole, crossing her arms as she tilted her head in Jerry's direction.

- "Planning more attack?"

Both Roxas and Sentinel nodded at Jerrey as he passed, having become not just allies but friends of the Diberian in the time since being detached from the Imperium's forces. A good sign for the state of the Imperium was a few of the Aperture science soldiers they came across; the highly ranked often possessed captured Imperial Technology.

The captured bits and pieces had enabled the Imperial Soldiers to keep their Power Armor running, albeit in a state of constant disrepair. The only thing they had an abundance of was power-cells; and those only because the Aperture Soldiers were stockpiling them.

Two captured bits of Imperial Weaponry in particular would be coming with them. Roxas preferred his Grenade Rifle, an Imperial Concept brought to final fruition: multiple micro grenade launcher. The 'bullets' were similar to Bolter Rounds, with the exception of one hell of a lot more punch. Each shot was packed with roughly half a pound of C-4. Each shot was massively powerful.

In addition to this gargantuan gun, Roxas still held the chipped blade which came with the obsolete Apollo Armor, as well as the venerable Thunderburst Assault Rifle from the early days of the predecessor to the Holy Imperium. These bits and pieces of obsolete technology, combined with a few ahead-of-the-curve weapons were all he had to rely on to get home.

...Well, that and Sentinel. The massive guard had managed not only to keep his own armor operational, but add a few armor plates and actually improve the efficiency of the hydraulic actuators which served to amplify his already monstrous strength. And he had managed to scavenge the !@#$%^& love-child of Imperial Weapons Technology and Aperture Science Expertise, the XM-610.

The concept rifle was already in late-planning, early-production when Roxas and Sentinel departed for Diberia, but neither of them had ever believed it would reach the battlefield. The concept was ambitious; a Directed Energy 'Anti-Armor' Rifle. One main problem in Energy Supply had already been solved by simply adapting the same power-cells which drove power-armor. Imperial Science had used Yttrium Barium Copper Oxide (YBCO) as a Superconductor. The entire gun is cooled with Liquid Nitrogen produced in a separate man-portable pack. At the back of the gun is the reservoir, allowing up to 12 hours usage without replacing the Nitrogen Supply.

In order to reduce Thermal Blooming to negligible levels over the tactical scale, the gun uses several cutting-edge Imperial Techno-bits. First, the beam itself is produced by a Phased Array; billions of microscopic antenna which project the actual beam. The basic technology is based off of Phased Array Radar, only miniaturized and applied to laser technology. First the array paints the target with a confirmation lock and, if the target is able to be hit for significant damage power drains from the 8 mounted cells and into the array, which focuses the energy into one massive beam. The sheer power of the beam separates the atmosphere and forms what amounts to a beam of lightning.

These weapons were what Roxas and Sentinel brought with them when they stepped forward in the gambit to reach the Imperium.

And finally get paid.

OOC: Awesome, awesome, guys!

I'll be on a computer again on the night of the 22nd (cellphone right now), so I'll reply then. I'll wait for Subtle incase he wishes to have one or three of his soilders here.

OOC: Yah...wait, only three?

IC: The ten had been reduced to seven by the time they had found Roxas, Steve, Sentinal and Vesker had survived. Since then three more had died in the line of duty, leaving Lieutenant Stone in charge of little more than a fire-team. Perez by some miracle was still alive as well.

As one, they all stepped forward, though they looked askance at the recent addition to the rebellion's ranks, one Harley Pole, who also stepped forward to volunteer. It was only a couple weeks since his defection--they weren't quite sure if he could be trusted.

Meanwhile, less than 300 meters away, a battered GLS jeep was speeding through the forest, avoiding any zombies. Only one person was in the jeep, Gen Jarsh, the commander of the destroyed 134th infantry unit.

"Freak. First those annoying Aperture soldiers attacked my unit. Then, before rescue came, the zombies attacked and chewed up the remaining unit. After that, I am driving in a jeep that is nearly out of fuel." mumbled Gen Jarsh.

"Aw crap!" was all he yelled as his jeep suddenly fell off a cliff that was around 2 meters high, rolled down the hill, and smashed into a tree, close to a group of people

George Romero's Survival Guide to Diberia - Zombie Apocalypse Edition
Chapter 17 - Surviving Bits and Scratches

In your travels within Diberia's rainforest, your sure to smack into trees as often as you fire that machine gun at incoming hordes, getting cuts that may become diseased! Plus you have a high 65% chance of being bitten on your travels, and a 32% chance of being eaten alive! Once bitten (or slapped), you've got a fun three to four hours until you don't know who the hell you are, so their isn't any time to take that vacation to Hawaii you always talked about. But, there is one thing you can do! What is it?

Find the tree that, as Birtish soilders named it, is called and looks like a F***ed Up Tree! [cannot find links; watch Man vs Nature or whatever its called; yes, its real]

The F***ed Up Tree is a strange looking tree because its entire trunk is full of needles that protect its wonderful bark underneath. The needles are long and sharp, so no tree-hugging around it! Perfect if you have a needle gun handy (free ammunition, anyone?), but still useful if you don't have a use for the spikes: its bark. The bark underneath the needles (and the outside layer that contains the needles) is a great painkiller and helps wounds. Plus, anyone infected with the Zombie virus can live unzombified for an extra 18 hours (when devoured in the first one-to-two hours), although the taste is quite terrible. Unfortunatly, it only slows the virus and cannot stop the virus (although it will allow lovers to, ahem, engage in final relations).

'Course, you could always find one of those hidden Aperture places and die in its depths attempting to find the rumored Cure for the zombie virus.
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George's survival guide is sold in Esmeralda, and every Diberian/Rebellion soldier is requested to purchase a copy for their own benifit.


Jerrey threw a grin back at Vesker. "A little of both, Vesker. At least this time the party is on the wheels behind you, so no more sloshing in this god damn rain forest." Jerrey then looked at Steve, noding at them then quickly looking away and moving along.

Jerrey hadn't worked with Vesker and Steve that much, thanks to Command's dispersing of "elite" troops to hold out all positions, instead of compiling them into one group and attempting to stop the stalemate. Jerrey was not fond of the way the Rebellion was led, but he was not in the position to lead them. Yet.


"Not planning. More so of a rough guideline before we wing it, 'cause plans don't help when something unseen goes wrong. And its more fun." Explained Jerrey. He didn't flinch at her appearence; she just seemed to appear. He was suprised when he was first approached by her, he never met someone as stealthy as himself [a future RP, perhaps? Or fill in the gaps as we go?]. He then explained what they were going to do, "But I still have a guideline. We have some rough terrain ahead, along with a line of Aperture forces and an area of the roaming smart-zombie breed. Then another line of Aperture forces, this time behind them and with the element of suprise. That is, unless the Imperium is farther than I thought, in which case we better leave ASAP."


As Jerrey Rough passed by, he nodded at the two men. Jerrey has fought many battles with the troopers in the least couple years of war, and was as capable as watching their backs as they could to him; even with Jerrey's far smaller and older weapons.


OOC: I PM'ed you, saying you can RP more if you wish. If you wish to have more, then consider the following IC irrelevent (well, the IC related to your post). /OOC

Jerrey walked on by them, nodding at them as well. He didn't know them that well, other than their profiles, but he knew they were good soilders. He wasn't that sure about Harley Pole, but he needed to see how good the regular Aperture soldier was; especially since he was seperated from his "best friend". Jerey continued walking...

Unstartled yet suprised, Jerrey immedietly took his twin pistols out and spun in the direction of the vehicle. With his weapons drawn, like others were doing after him, he walked towards the wreak.

A slight whirring sound, like a turbine engine just starting up sounded softly from the massive gun in Sentinel's hands. He growled as the power-display on his obsolete HUD for the cells on the laser steadily wound downward to a total of 90%. The laser was primed and ready to fire, waiting for a single press of the trigger to belch out a stream of energy powerful enough to rip straight through a modern battle-tank.

OOC: Just dropping by to say you've been doing a terrific job with your RP (despite it featuring Zombies), JR. Excellent read thus far.

OOC: Sure, future RP thing sounds good.

IC:

Ix'Chimalxochitzin nodded in response. A general guideline was good enough, and the rough terrain would actually work in her benefit if it came to fighting, as it gave her zombies more of a chance to reach the enemy than an open field charge. And with a little luck, she could add some of those smarter zombies to her own forces, Tanks were hard to come by, much less subdue.

She was interrupted from her train of thought when a vehicle rather noisily made its way off a cliff aqnd into the trees. People drew their guns, but the Mayan had broken into a full sprint, jumping several feet to land on the hood, and physically tore the windshield from the car. Tossing the chunk of glass and metal aside, she raised her M4 at whomever would be inside the jeep, and would fire at the first sign of guns being even remotely pointed at her.

"Ah! Who are you?" screamed Gen Jarsh as he fell out of the jeep, knocking the shattered jeep's door into the ground.

Ix'Chimalxochitzin jumped off the hood as the General fell out of the jeep, keeping her weapon pointed straight at the man's chest. With a few quick movements of the barrel, she made it clear that he was to get up and place his hands where they could be seen. After he would have complied, she'd move sideways a little bit, looking at Jerrey to see if the newcomer was friendly or not.

Needless to say, if he wasn't he'd get dragged into the forest to explain his presence over dinner...

Gen Jarsh held his hands up while repeating his question, "Who are you?"

OOC: Not a problem. if you want special...the troopers are immunie to the zombie virus. That special enough for ya?


The troopers also trained their weapons on him, and Harley lifted his heavy weapon, one that would normally require two men to carry. He was a large enough man that he could carry it on his own if he had to.

"I don't think you're in any position to demand names," Stone said. "We're the ones with the weapons. We want your name, rank, serial number...and which forces you belong to."

"Gen Jarsh, commander of the Great Lakes State 134th infantry unit which was completely destroyed. I don't remember my serial number." he replied as he shuffles slightly closer to the wreaked jeep, hoping to grab his Daewoo USAS-12 automatic shotgun. "Are you part of the Aperture Infantry?" Gen asked.

A belch of coherent energy erupted from the barrel of the gun and smashed into the wrecked jeep, as soon as Sentinel saw the man moving towards his vehicle. The bolt of power melted through the vehicle, slagging the engine and the compartment in a single shot. The sound of ammunition cooking off under extreme heat only proved Sentinels' suspicions as to why he was moving.

George Romero's Survival Guide to Diberia - Zombie Apocalypse Edition
First Part of Chapter 2 - If you see Someone...

Diberia is not a safe place to make new friends, even with zombies attempting to hug you. If you do see someone, you should always hide nearby and watch them for a short bit of time. If you can discern that they are not either a) a zombie, or an Aperture Science employee, then you need to go up towards them saying "I Surrender! Please don't kill me!". Anything else, and they may just shoot you. But always be cautious, because there are looters and greenpeace fanatics running about; especially if your female.

Now, if they have Gad

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OOC: Thanks! /OOC


"If we were, you would have been shot already." Jerrey chuckles. He lowers his pistols...


Jerrey flys to the ground to avoid any flying ammunition, along with Kalmerg and another man. The remaining four men that did not step forward ran.

Once the hail of bullets stops, Jerrey brushes off some debris and gets up. He gives an eyebrow to the soldier. "I'm sorry, but we have no idea if you are who you are. I'll get someone to send you back to security, and if you are indeed not a Aperture soldier then you will be given one of our jeeps. Ix, keep an eye on him." Jerrey gets on a radio to get someone over here ASAP.

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Then Jerrey continues to talk of his plan, "We will be taking these jeeps behind us to get there because they are fast, reliable, and have a secondary ability to move through water, alas not fast. Now, who wishes to go with who?"

The troopers ducked to avoid the shrapnel. Stone turned an annoyed look on Sentinel once it was safe. "Dammit, next time warn us, will ya? I don't want friendly fire."


Perez immediately raised his hand. "Can I go with Sentinel, please?" The man had an ulterior motive. Long before, he'd saved the trooper's life. Perez intended to follow him until he'd repaid the deed Sentinel had done for him.

"I have no problem with that," Stone stated.

Harley Pole remained silent.

"You just blew up the only emergency radio that I had in there. Great Lakes State forces are pulling out out Diberia in exactly 96 hours, that is 4 days. All I know is that they are launching the last of their search and rescue helicopters which are painted red and white. The helicopters are suppose to search the southern central and western part of Diberia." said Gen Jarsh after he ducked.

Ix'Chimalxochitzin nodded, and looked somewhat disappointed as she kept the barrel aimed straight at the General's heart. There was a chance the prisoner was Aperture but she doubted it, this wasn't the first time something similar happened. Her eyes glowing a faint green in the sunlight, she waited for confirmation to fire... Or confirmation that he was a friendly. She hoped he was Aperture though, she hadn't eaten since this morning.

Vesker blinked and Steve cocked his head at the display of aggression that unfolded in front of them.

"You know, despite all the unpredictable garbage in this hellhole, it's nice to see a few things stay the same. Your exceptional attention to detail comes to mind." Vesker said to Sentinel as he strolled up to the pair of Imperium soldiers. "Bummer about the radio though."

Steve declined to join Vesker and instead inched his way towards the Amazonian woman, Ix'Chimalxochitzin. He knew she was different even before he'd seen her. He could, for lack of a better word, feel the power Ix wielded. And Steve felt drawn towards it. He suddenly found himself feeling very awkward. The only other person he had really ever talked to at length was Vesker. Banishing the strange emotion he felt, Steve strode the last few paces up to Ix and introduced himself.

"Hi. Name Steve. You are Ix'Chima...Chima-ma-ma...Ix?" He asked, figuring if he couldn't pronounce her last name, best to not try and murder it. Before the amazonian could respond, a shout rang out through the crowd as five men stepped forward.

"There you are freak! You have any idea how much crap we had to go through to find you?!" The voice demanded. Vesker and Steve spun around to face five ragged men all toting various weapons. SFC Nick Haymaker of the Eggman Army, NCOIC of an operation to find and recover Steve that had been ordered months ago, had finally found his target. Nick was completely ignoring Vesker, who decided to step in.

"Who might you be?" He asked.

"SFC Nick Haymaker of the Eggman Army, commanding this little FUBAR mission. You must be Steve's traveling buddy, whats-the-name? Oh right, SFC Wilhelm Vesker. Well I sure am happy ta' meet cha!" Sarcasm oozing from his tone. "Well, I'm incharge of this outfit now, so pack up all you little keepsakes and what not so we can get out of here." The time in the Dilberian wasteland had not gone well for Nick, and he wanted out ASAP.

"Hang on a minute." Vesker interjected, not liking the other man already. "A friendly government has asked for military aid and being the senior most ranking individual in the Eggman Army around, I pledged to help him. Now under the Uniform Code of-"

"Screw the code! I know the code! And you know what the code says? The code says that the orders given to me from the Executive office of our government allows me to countermand orders issued by NCOs and Officers up to the rank of Lt. Colonel. Therefore, I override your orders, and replace them with my own!" Nick replied.

"I will not except that!" Vesker fired back.

"Like I care! My orders say I gotta bring that nutjob back! You can go jump on a mine for all I care." Nick retorted.

"Steve is under my command and he's staying here to help win this fight!" Vesker said heatedly.

"Like freak he will! My orders are clear! Now if you want to make things difficult, I can! Like I said, my orders said nothing about Steve's companions, so nobody will care if you wind up facedown in a ditch somewhere. As for Steve, I was never told he had to be brought back alive!" Nick was done brandying words. He hated this place, the brass that had stuck him here, Steve for being the reason he was here in the first place, and now he hated this fellow E-7 who acted like he owned the place. The two men snarled at each other, hands slowly inching towards their weapons. If something wasn't done quick, Jerry would be losing two, if not more of his volunteers.

Jerrey was now wondering how the hell everyone was getting through the Rebellion's front lines without being caught, saving it for another day. Then he turned over to the angry Nick.

"So where will you go after? If you go north, the aproaching Imperium forces will think your Aperture soldier and shoot you, especially with that kind of talk. I also have a requirement for these men. There is no shown proof you need him, other than your ballsy claim, so I don't care what the hell you say." Jerrey redrawed his pistols, but kept them low for the moment.

The destroyed jeep created a small fire that was now burning quite fast, and sirens went off as an emergency vehicle was on its way. About 800 meters away two black-with-orange striped jeeps drove over to the crew of men in the clearing, the security team coming to pick up Mr. Jarsh. They drove down the isle upon isle of vehicles, with all types ranging from jeeps to Diberian tanks to GTI tanks to the currently custom built Ne67 (the tank of Diberia's future). Kalmerg slowly walked towards a jeep, eying its machinegun for the possible gun battle.

"So I advise you leave now without Steve. It would not be in your best...interest to stay here. Of course, you could always join the Rebellion."

Nick would also find himself having the business end of five different sets of weapons aimed directly at him.

"This man is our friend and ally," Stone said. "It will be his own choice on whether he leaves or not. Just like you have the choice to leave, braving the hostile jungle and risking death by Aperture, Impirial, or undead forces. Or you can join us, and improve the slight chance you have of surviving the coming battles."

Roxas chose that moment to speak up. "Not only would they kill you, they would torture you for information according to the Inquisition's whims. Even after they realize you aren't part of Aperture, the attitude you have displayed will result in your purging as a Heretic against the Imperium's crusade through Diberia. In fact," Roxas leveled his grenade launcher at Nick, "I don't particularly like your attitude."

Sentinel hissed lowly in agreement and pointed his laser cannon at the man's companions. One false move and they would be reduced to chunks of flesh and component atoms.

"Thus, under authority from the Imperial Code of Honor I am forced to demand you either surrender and face the might of the Inquisition or flee without your prize. Your choice." The launcher cycled, bringing a fragmentation shell into the firing chamber. "Personally, I'd like to feed your remains to whatever still lives in this hell-hole."

"And if you don't want to go north, you have to walk all the way toward the east toward the much smaller, and slightly less aggressive force of the GLS military. However, you only have around 4 days to reach one of their bases since they are pulling out soon, letting the Imperium of Man take over the warfare." Gen Jarsh said as he stared at his wreaked, and blown jeep.

"Hi. Name Steve. You are Ix'Chima...Chima-ma-ma...Ix?"

- "Ix'Chimalxochitzin, yes. Ix is fine too."

She didn't look to see who was talking at her, though that wasn't due to the fact that she didn't want to. The simple truth was that her gun was still pointed at the General, and would continue to be pointed at the man until Jerrey would give her the word on whether or not he was considered 'huntable', or shots would be fired at her. Though the shouting at her side reached her ears, she still didn't look up, though a small change in her stance would tell those that knew what to look for that she was getting ready to dodge for cover in case of trouble.

Afrter which she'd get to kill the offender, of course... She may not be an official part of the Rebellion he had going, but together with her troops the Pact was still a bit too valuable to shrug off someone attacking her. Jerrey gave her suggestions, not orders.

Nick glared at the men and women who surrounded him. Doubtless, he and the Smilers under his control could inflict a high casualty percentage, but in the end he would be dead and the torment he'd gone through these past few months would be for not. He made a rather frustrated facial expression, growled helplessly, then relented.

"Fine, fine. Whatever. The Gen#1 can stay and participate in this madcap quest you're all so gunhoe for. And since I can't leave until he can, I might as well come with you." He strode forward up to Jerry, and saluted.

"Sargent First Class Nick Haymaker, 3rd Battalion, 28th Infantry Regiment, A Co." Nick gestured to the four men behind him. "Bob, Jack, Mills, and Chuck. Currently attatched to my unit. Originally part of the 1st Happy Smilers Division." He clasped his hands together. "Well, now that we're all friends, mind telling me what suicide mission we're embarking on?"

The men relaxed, lowering their weapons, but Stone still kept a wary eye on Nick. He seemed to have calmed down to a more reasonable tone, but one could never be too careful.

OOC: This hasn't been forgotten; I've been gone and my internet does not work. So I'll bump it for now, and if anyone has any questions then ask away.

EDIT: I really need to speed up this RP...

Information on Diberia: Recap on Events and The Commoner

Diberia's population has been through massive amounts of death and devastation, leaving only those who could survive in the aftermath. Before the Rebellion, survivors and remains from different armed groups were scattered around Diberia, striking out on their own and calling their own shots. But that all changed when Vutomo returned to Diberia from the DSCC island, coming forth with a small army and working his hardest to unite all of the anti-Aperture forces and people in Diberia. Aperture did nothing at first, but soon they were wreaking havok and bringing more rogue groups to their cause. Aperture attempted to destroy it with several assaults against their united enemy, but were only successful in destroying the ancient communication towers. That was when Aperture's new stream of recruits started coming in, so Aperture engaded in a stalemate war untill they had enough forces to destroy the Rebellion. In a nutshell, nothing much more of long-term importance happened; other than Vutomo deciding in engaging in the stalemate as well instead of attacking the very weak Aperture Infantry.

This has lead to very irregular common men in Diberia: soldiers and armed civilians. Nearly everyone had a weapon, even the farmers hidden behind small unclimable walls. Young children are shown how to shoot a weapon and are taught some basic skills on how to survive in the jungle (plus a copy of George Romero's survival guide to Diberia). But even with the very militaristic atmosphere of Diberia's Rebellion, the war created strong bonds inbetween those who never knew one another before the wars, connecting the different military groups together to achieve their goal of a new Diberia. The "international" nature of this rebellion helped with this opinion, thus making a Rebellion that did not favor any race, culture, or religion (due to the diverse nature of the Rebellion). There were significantly lesser amounts of laws as well...

[To be continued!]


Jerrey nodded in return, "If you do indeed have several Smilers, then they are perfectly suited for this, ah, suicide mission." He takes out an old folded map with some tears in it, "The Imperium of Man has been marching south, destroying Aperture's forces. While a good thing, they have also destroyed rogue groups that did not wish to join us." Sighing, Jerrey crosses his arms and continues. "We assume that they were indistinguishable from Aperture's troops, since all of the rebellious groups have been using their weapons for who knows how long. I think this will happen when they reach us, and although they would figure out that we are not of Aperture, it would be too late by then."

"Thus we are embarking on a mission to reach the Imperium's forces before their faster left flank reaches the northern parts of the Rebellion's forces. With any luck, we won't have much problems going through the weak section of Aperture's front lines. My plan is to use this," A small handheld reciever appears from Jerrey's pocket, "And the comm frequency given to me by Roxas to contact the Imperium's forces and not be shot at on approach. Once I give them my map of the Rebellion's front lines, then there shouldn't be any conflict inbetween us, or at least I hope." Jerrey jumped ontop of a jeep.

"So I think it is time for us to leave, so we do not become interupted again and have better chances at saving the lives of the frontlinesmen in the North from a useless slaughter. Get in the jeeps in whatever combination you think best, just remember that we have a day's drive ahead of us."

OOC: The war has been raging for long enough that they do not know the new name of the Holy Imperium .

Heh, and to think I wrote this all previously a few days ago and accidentally closed the tab >.<.

Ix'Chimalxochitzin scratched the back of her head as she looked at the map, not really understanding what was so useful about the thing. Sure, it showed the lay of the land a little, but what was important could only be seen from the ground. What use was a map when you were looking for a place to hide anyway?

Regardless, she stepped into one of the jeeps, waiting on the others to get in as well so they could get underway. She had heard of these Imperium troops before, apparently killing everything in their path so thoroughly there was barely anything edible left behind in their wake. It would come in useful if they would be kept from attacking her as well, since even though her allegiance lay with the Rebellion she recognised the effects of superior firepower when she saw it.

The troopers Silently waited to be assigned to their vehicles, or in the case of Perez, waited to see which vehicle Sentinel would get into.

"Well, looks like we're going back into the fire. Which Jeep you want to take, Steve?...Steve?" Vesker looked to either side of him and saw the Happy Smiler wasn't there. "What the..." He looked around and saw Steve get in the same jeep that Ix'Chimalionwhatever chick had climbed into.

"Isn't that cute? He's got a crush." Vesker whirled around to see who just spoke. He wasn't surprised to see it was Nick. Vesker made a sour face. "And here I thought the older versions where incapable of showing that sort of emotion." Nick said condescendingly.

"What do you got against Steve?" Vesker asked.

"I believe the real question is what do I have against the Happy Smiler program." Nick replied. "They're savage, brutal, sociopaths who're bad attempt at replacing people like you and me. I'm surprised he hasn't dismembered you and wore your bones like a necklace." Nick continued. Vesker gave him a disbelieving stare.

"You're a real jerk." Vesker stated.

"And you're gullible and/or in denial. Now if you'll excuse me, my men and I have suicide mission to attend." Nick shot back, before promptly turning away and getting into another jeep. Vesker glowered at the man for a few seconds before turning away and joined Roxas and Sentinel in their jeep.

Seeing that Sentinel had chosen a ride, Perez hopped into the vehicle with a deft bit of acrobatics--if he wasn't a professional, one might have thought he was showing off his agility.

The other troopers, including Pole, got into their jeeps in a more dignified manner.

"Hey, what about me?" asked Gen Jarsh when he noticed people were boarding another jeep.

"Stay here or come with us. The choice is obvious, sir." Nick called from one of the jeeps.

"I'd prefer to come, if you have a weapon for me." replied Gen Jarsh.

OOC: Argh, sorry I havn't replied yet. Busy & was planning out my nation a bit (I really, really want to become a nation and not just this character RP ). But again, this needs to be finished.

Oh, and I'll ret-con the police vehicles to make them emergency vehicles (explosions tend to catch peoples attention, especially in the middle of a military vehicle depo ). Still questioning how he got by the Rebellion's defenses (its hard to drive anything offroad in the middle of the amazon, thus the major importance of roads), but I'll let it slide.

Character RP will come tomorrow. /OOC

Map Detail

Here is George Romero's self-made map of Diberia, a map only he has access to. He has traveled all over Diberia, evading detection of Aperture personel and that of the zombies; it was rumored he found a cloaking device, but that is unconfirmed. The current map, shown below, shows what is happening at this very moment...


Pink = territory secured by the Imperium. Red arrows = Imperium troops marching forward.
Blue = Rebellion. Black lines around Rebellion = Aperture's front lines.
Green = Aperture's stronghold. Black arrows = Aperture troop movements within the last few weeks.

The Holy Imperium's greatly armed and hugeley advanced infantry plow through the forest, decimating anything that is Aperture and capturing those that surrender. Their progress is only slowed by dense areas of the Amazon, rivers, and occasional zombies. Their firefights with Aperture are shortening in length as time wears on, with Aperture's tired and undertrained troops running from battle, surrendering, or going crazy and killing their comrades. Aperture's food supplies were getting low, their leaders have left, ammo is running low, and there are gaps in their ranks. With so many negatives and lesser amounts of positives, the Aperture Infantry has ordered an immediate retreat to their final stronghold, "protected" in the Rebellion's shadow. Although some were ordered to stay and slow down the Imperium to buy more time for the Aperture Infantry, most retreated and hoped for the safety of the final and largest Aperture stronghold.

New of this will soon reach the old King Vutomo, and his decisions show his old style of thinking quite clearly, like dropping dirt into a clear glass of water. If there was a fire, an extinguisher, and a fireproof blanket, Vutomo would not risk the extinguisher blowing up and instead use the fireproof blanket to take the fire out. His decisions usually save the lives of many, but in many cases King Vutomo will ignore the better & long-term choice; as such, this has earned him many enemies, most just wanting him to retire. But his inability as a good leader stems from his old age of 73 years, not because he is a bad leader (he is in extreamly good shape as well).

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"What is your stance on the matter, King Vutomo?" Questioned a very distressed young officer, within the currently deserted Command Room inside of one of the Rebellion's old bunkers. It was late at night, and the night crew was small.

Vutomo was just looking into space, thinking of times when his biggest worry was a cut on his arm during sword dueling practice.

"Sir? Siirrr? You ok?"

Vutomo blinks and returns to reality. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Give me time to think, please." The officer rolls his eyes and sighed, but sits down to wait the responce.

Vutomo places his index fingers on his chin, briefly glancing at the young officer...



With his fingers still at his chin, Vutomo responds to the question. "We need food, and we can plant more plants after we pull what little we got this year. Letting it grow more will give us more food, but we can have more if we pull it early. Besides, our supplies are running low and we need to be sure we'll survive this summer, even with the minor drought this year."

The young man raises an eyebrow, his hands also 'talking'. "But the food might not be ready to eat! There is no sence in picking what isn't ready! We would have enough for another year if we rationed it right as well."

"Thauw ioount eough," Vutomo's yawn stops him from finishing his sentence, then his eyes close and soon he is snoring. He fell asleep. Once more, the young officer rolles his eyes and smirked. He pats Vutomo on the shoulder, leaving the room. He would tell the farmers to uproot the crop. But before he left the room, he made a final comment.

"Oh, old King Vutomo. You are far too old to choose our fates..."

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OOC: I planned on talking about Aperture's stronghold, but I'll do that tomorrow. Shadowsage, you can RP the assault of your troops on the Aperture front lines. Note that Aperture now has better weapons that were planned on being uses on the Imperium's powerarmor eventually, but were forces into production. I'll RP more about this after you attack.

"Brothers, victory is within our grasp. By the grace of the Imperator, these Aperture Infantry scum have had the good grace to die before our guns. Recent intelligence from our Divining Instruments indicate that the final line of resistance stretches before us. I will not lie to you brothers, a cornered beast is one that fights hard before it falls. But these apostate heretics hold themselves away from the kind light of the Imperator, and for that they must die."

The Chaplain bowed his head in prayer as waves of applause crashed over him. His soldiers punctuated their approval with shouts of approval and heartfelt declarations directed to Aperture Infantry and the fidelity of their mothers.

He smiled beneath the grinning skull of the Chaplain Power-Armor.

"We march to war!"

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Artillery pieces spat out their defiance as the Imperium brought the full force of the Guard to bear. There was a sense of finality about the whole ordeal, and that lent strength to the Aperture Soldiers as well as the Imperium's storm-troopers. Steel Rain blasted countless soldiers apart and blew gaps in the earthen works of the defenses, even as the few remaining marksmen of Aperture Infantry picked off Stormtroopers with reckless abandon.

Imperial Aircraft swarmed above the positions, dropping tons of high-explosives on the already bombarded walls, blowing wide lanes for the Stormtroopers to assault. A crashing Bomber exploded on impact, sending scything shards of metal to cut down even more of the defenders.

And then the Imperium Attacked.

The charge was led by the far more numerous (and admittedly expendable) Stormtroopers. Their Combat-Armor protected them from most shots, and only a handful of troops fell to long-range shots. The counter-volley blasted dozens of Aperture soldiers apart in clouds of gore.

Power Armor equipped Imperial Soldiers stayed back from the swirling melee, firing shots with precision as they came. A few fell to laser shots which punctured the Newtonian Armor and evaporated the occupant. These captured weapons in Aperture hands lasted only as long as the Stormtroopers took to rush them in a mad series of stabbing bayonets.

The fight for possession of Diberia reached its' final, frantic chapter.