Near bodö
K-hour +1 (<<<< I'm gonna need a proper time-stamp on this one, some time or so after Neurotis arrives <<<<)
Jonas ran to the tent with his sleeping commander, Corporal Ågren jumped up at being awoken all the ready to reprimand him when Jonas presented a hastily scribbled report, cprl Ågren immediately went on the radio, after a few brief confirmations the camp was abuzz with activity, air-horns were blown and Jonas took some delight in releasing a long wailing blow inside Krister's tent.
Krister shot up like a rubberband, all the ready to strangle Jonas when his target informed him.
-"Trainings over, we're moving into Bodö, some sort of monster is attacking." Jonas was unusually serious so Krister simply nodded and was in complete soldier mode. Petty revenge could easily wait when people were in danger.
With speed, the group packed the tents and a BV 206 came and picked them up and drove them towards the city of Bodö.
The bumpy ride in the darkness got spooky quickly when odd wails echoed over the mountaintops, and through the small windows one could see something akin to blue northern lights flicker over Bodö.
-"What the hell is going on?" Jonas gasped as he tried to get a feeling of the situation. The rest of the platoon was already on the road in front of them and Kristers group fluidly converged with them.
Cprl Ågren was constantly on the radio talking, but mostly listening. With the odd wails in the distance one could hear the sounds of battle on the radio, it wasn't loud, like when one can overhear a person on another ones phone, but everyone knew but pretended they didn't hear the chilling sounds.
Iceland
K-hour +8.2
It could first be seen from the coast hovering towards the mainland, freezing the water beneath it, resembling a shining steel mechanical skeleton of a humanoid with a single shining blue eye, a maw that seems constantly open and its resting position seems to be a sort of messias stance with its arms outstretched down on its sides showing its palms.
Instead of legs it has a disk that is made from wheels within wheels which constantly revolve and move with mechanical motion. Ice-cold blue mist forms beneath it partially hiding its form. Looking like a massive idol of religion. Perverted to be some sort of strange machine god.
Kaiju were no secret the first time this emerged. Frantic messages and news had reached all over when it was first seen and the Icelandic government sent in all its jets.
With an odd pose, resembling prayer followed by a circular motion of the arms and hands, it formed a barely visible force screen for the first time. The missiles harmlessly detonated upon the forcefield and the jets began to retreat.
The beast however had other plans, with a outstretched right palm, it boomed a robotic white noise and in its rotating discs, a hundred doors opened and from them emerged the Cyclopii. One hundred of them, one from each door.
Resembling 10 metre tall steel angels, they lack the disc of its creator featuring 2 or 4 legs, on their backs are fluttering wings resembling a mix between butterfly and feather wings made from steel. Holding weapons in their hands, often polearms but at times other close combat implements, they move with odd agility and graze. Featuring the same gaping maw of Cyclopean, able to shoot energy beams from it and their weapons.
They flew into a mechanically perfect formation, before fanning out towards the entire coast. Some hounded the jets, dogfighting with almost the same speed, but with much more agility.
Every jet was cut with either strange polearms or energy beams.
The ground forces never had time to mobilize, the scattered resistance did destroy many Cyclopii, but Cyclopean paid it no heed and pressed on.
Closing in on Skagaströnd first, the populace could see Cyclopean emerge from the waterline, it moved its head in what seemed like curious wonderment before powering up its maw beam.
The beam slammed into the pier, a constant blue-white continuous lance that Cyclopean moved over the bay area, into the small industrial zone and over the town.
Wherever the beam touched, buildings were destroyed, vehicles annihilated and a 2 metre deep glassed trench was left behind the passing of this titanic force.
Skagaströnd didn't stand a chance, as Cyclopii reinforced their master they made short work of the homesteads.
It moved towards Reykjavik the Cyclopii flying all over Iceland scouring the land for civilisation, before they all converged in unison and perfect positioning around the city.
The assault began.
K-hour +1 (<<<< I'm gonna need a proper time-stamp on this one, some time or so after Neurotis arrives <<<<)
Jonas ran to the tent with his sleeping commander, Corporal Ågren jumped up at being awoken all the ready to reprimand him when Jonas presented a hastily scribbled report, cprl Ågren immediately went on the radio, after a few brief confirmations the camp was abuzz with activity, air-horns were blown and Jonas took some delight in releasing a long wailing blow inside Krister's tent.
Krister shot up like a rubberband, all the ready to strangle Jonas when his target informed him.
-"Trainings over, we're moving into Bodö, some sort of monster is attacking." Jonas was unusually serious so Krister simply nodded and was in complete soldier mode. Petty revenge could easily wait when people were in danger.
With speed, the group packed the tents and a BV 206 came and picked them up and drove them towards the city of Bodö.
The bumpy ride in the darkness got spooky quickly when odd wails echoed over the mountaintops, and through the small windows one could see something akin to blue northern lights flicker over Bodö.
-"What the hell is going on?" Jonas gasped as he tried to get a feeling of the situation. The rest of the platoon was already on the road in front of them and Kristers group fluidly converged with them.
Cprl Ågren was constantly on the radio talking, but mostly listening. With the odd wails in the distance one could hear the sounds of battle on the radio, it wasn't loud, like when one can overhear a person on another ones phone, but everyone knew but pretended they didn't hear the chilling sounds.
Iceland
K-hour +8.2
It could first be seen from the coast hovering towards the mainland, freezing the water beneath it, resembling a shining steel mechanical skeleton of a humanoid with a single shining blue eye, a maw that seems constantly open and its resting position seems to be a sort of messias stance with its arms outstretched down on its sides showing its palms.
Instead of legs it has a disk that is made from wheels within wheels which constantly revolve and move with mechanical motion. Ice-cold blue mist forms beneath it partially hiding its form. Looking like a massive idol of religion. Perverted to be some sort of strange machine god.
Kaiju were no secret the first time this emerged. Frantic messages and news had reached all over when it was first seen and the Icelandic government sent in all its jets.
With an odd pose, resembling prayer followed by a circular motion of the arms and hands, it formed a barely visible force screen for the first time. The missiles harmlessly detonated upon the forcefield and the jets began to retreat.
The beast however had other plans, with a outstretched right palm, it boomed a robotic white noise and in its rotating discs, a hundred doors opened and from them emerged the Cyclopii. One hundred of them, one from each door.
Resembling 10 metre tall steel angels, they lack the disc of its creator featuring 2 or 4 legs, on their backs are fluttering wings resembling a mix between butterfly and feather wings made from steel. Holding weapons in their hands, often polearms but at times other close combat implements, they move with odd agility and graze. Featuring the same gaping maw of Cyclopean, able to shoot energy beams from it and their weapons.
They flew into a mechanically perfect formation, before fanning out towards the entire coast. Some hounded the jets, dogfighting with almost the same speed, but with much more agility.
Every jet was cut with either strange polearms or energy beams.
The ground forces never had time to mobilize, the scattered resistance did destroy many Cyclopii, but Cyclopean paid it no heed and pressed on.
Closing in on Skagaströnd first, the populace could see Cyclopean emerge from the waterline, it moved its head in what seemed like curious wonderment before powering up its maw beam.
The beam slammed into the pier, a constant blue-white continuous lance that Cyclopean moved over the bay area, into the small industrial zone and over the town.
Wherever the beam touched, buildings were destroyed, vehicles annihilated and a 2 metre deep glassed trench was left behind the passing of this titanic force.
Skagaströnd didn't stand a chance, as Cyclopii reinforced their master they made short work of the homesteads.
It moved towards Reykjavik the Cyclopii flying all over Iceland scouring the land for civilisation, before they all converged in unison and perfect positioning around the city.
The assault began.
