The events that occurred within the ship were stunning to say the least. BioPILOT looked on, as it's creator was reduced to ashes by this mysterious burst of power. It was an unprecedented use of vampiric capabilities that had broken all planned programming routes that Jack had prepared. There was no reaction plan to this event, nothing to do, as the AI watched the remains of it's creator. In that moment, it was faced with something that had never occurred before in it's thirty years upon this planet, something the cybernetic mind couldn't quite wrap its head around. It was faced with no orders, no set of options, and insufficient information to determine what the most logically efficient action would be. It lacked a goal, a reason for it's creation.

Perhaps, had Mithias not, in desperation, called out to the AI, it would have remained in that strange state of waiting, unable to bring up the will to perform any action. Perhaps it would have waited for eternity as it slowly rusted away, oblivious tot he going-ons of the world, a completely isolated mind. However, the monotonous stream of thought was interrupted by the call of the organic being, the vampire, that had slain Jack. And, as it did so, the AI found itself facing a dilemma where action was required, and yet it had no orders to indicate what action to perform. "The antidote is safeguarded by Jack, it is within the laboratory. However, for what reason should I hand it over to you?" It was not a jest, as it might have been coming from a human, but rather a genuine question.
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Onikage had them in his scopes, the vampires he wanted to take down. Rhyss Blackblade, and Dresden Wolffire. Two of the most dangerous Oldbloods known to man, searching for one of the remaining SOLDIER bases, accompanied by a small group of highly trained vampires. Onikage, of course, had needed to fully prepare, and he knew this might go wrong. However, such thoughts were foreign to him, and he fired into the skull of one of the vampires near Dresden. He clicked a button on the bottom of his gun, and the explosives blew, wipping through the ground in the centre of the group. To reload was unecesary, the damage had been done, and he threw down the gun. It was impossible to snipe a vampire moving at full speed, especially an Oldblood.

From the floor, Onikage pulled what looked to be a gattling gun, placed ready on a standard to reduce recoil. If he could not be accurate, then he would fill the air with a rain of steel, to take down anyone who wasn't capable enough of dodging. No spinup time was required, not with this baby, and the hail of bullets started instantly, directed to block the path from the vampiric search and destroy party to the church Onikage had quickly fortified. He was on the belltower, which gave him quite the angle, but there was no doubt the vampires would either jump to the roof, where he'd gun them down like rabits, or come from below, where he'd left a number of surprises. This would be not a battle, but an extermination.
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Ural, of course, had smelt Magnus coming. Even the scent of blood couldn't hide the scent of that filthy vampire mongrel. As he dispatched of the Cub who had dared challenge him, he turned towards the vampire that had dared intrude upon his territory, baring a set of sharp teeth. He hulked above Magnus, and the sheer bulk of his muscles made for quite an intimidating sight. "You ask for a favor from me, Magnus? I would sooner eat my own arms than do anything for you, bloodsucker." Ural walked towards Magnus, his fur bristling from the memories of facing Dresden in the field of battle. That day he had proved himself superior to any vampire, and to have one walk into his territory like it was a casual sunday stroll was an insult.