Launceston, TasMANIA[War for Australia]

Intializing system diagnostic…
Checking HCII……….Ready
Checking ME………..Ready
Checking WOLF..….Ready
Checking CEM……...Ready
Checking LH………...Ready
Checking BES.……..Ready
Checking Utility Modules…………………………..Ready
System Diagnostic Complete

Booting Mission Parameters…

Objectives:
1.) Priority--->Rescue human civilians in peril and do not compromise their safety.
2.) Priority--->Secure the city of Launceston from Monsuta and associated hostiles.
3.) Avoid casualties when possible, seek to detain.

Moroi watched the information scroll down his HUD as he sat, snug and comfortable, inside the Sankishin Susano’o. This was a unique opportunity for Moroi, one he could hopefully use to his advantage for furthering the Wareyasui name and making some money out of the ordeal as well. He’d be able to put that toward a nicer home in Karakura for his foreseeable time spent attending what the rest of the humans call school, despite the fact that anything they could possibly cover and classify as education, the Wareyasui learned by the time he was seven. What most of these people claimed to pass off as brains were very frequently suspect to him as well. However, this was, arrogance, a flaw he had maintained for the entirety of his relatively short life. While the rest of the humans were blessed with a myriad of physical gifts, strength, stamina, the ability to sneeze without risking a rib fracture, the Wareyasui were blessed with the brains. Moroi’s people inherently process information ten times quicker than other generic members of any known species. The capacity the boy’s brain possessed very completely outstripped almost everything in the known world and it was a point of pride to the boy, almost to the point where he genuinely considered himself, and his people, to be an advanced evolution of humanity, comparing himself and his family to the rest of the humans as they would compare themselves to the apes.

It wasn’t the only scenario where that analogy applied either, as the members of the Vanguard that were escorting their armor clad mercenary to the drop point were completely and utterly terrified of him, much like an ape would be of a rifleman. Moroi slowly stood up, the metallic soles of his feet scraping against the floor of the airship, erecting himself to his full height. Inside that armor was the Moroi that the world actually gets to enjoy the pleasure of viewing is small, meek, bound in a wheelchair and is typically a subject of pity and remorse from all who view upon him. The Akagai, the Wareyasui combat armor that was unique to his people, was the exact polar opposite of young Moroi, almost to the point of overcompensation. Where Moroi is light, the Sankishin is heavy. Where Moroi is diminutive, Sankishin is imposing. Where Moroi is tall, Sankishin is...well...taller. What Moroi is not, Sankishin is. Towering over the other passengers of the airship, Moroi’s Sankishin stood at a terrifying eight feet and eight inches tall and with a flip of his head the long flowing mane of pristine white synthetic hair flowing out of the suit’s headpiece inadvertantly smacked a nearby vanguard member in the face, the sheer force and weight sending him flying backward. The front of the suit’s face, a solid metal piece that completely obstructs the boy’s face from view, bore down on the man and Moroi was relatively sure he had wet himself. The “helmet” itself is adorned with multiple spikes that could potentially be used as a desperation stabbing tool, but are mostly in place for aesthetic value. The Sankishin’s body, standing roughly three meters tall, is a beautifully constructed mass of lithe armor plating. The Akagai’s shoulders, arms, pelvis, shins and quadriceps and hamstrings are covered in reinforced plating. Every other part of the body is insulated with a material strangely akin to muscle fibers, at least visibly speaking. Attached to the Sankishin’s back is the Ookami module, a massive sword and sheath. The remaining major notable feature of the Sankishin Susano'o is the numerous red orbs littered about the Akagai. Twenty-eight in total, sixteen red orbs reside in the Sankishin’s shin plates, eight per shin and four per front and back. Two red orbs reside at the end of each arm plate while a total of four reside on the Akagai Unit’s shoulders, two per shoulder and one per front and back. There are three along the Sankishin Unit’s pelvis, one on each side and one on the tail bone. The final orb is on the back of the Sankishin Unit’s neck, often hidden behind the hair. The suit itself stands at eight foot eight and weighs three tons.

The man, after mustering the courage to stand up nervously gave Moroi the go ahead signal. The metal behemoth was to be serving as the vanguard to...well...the Vanguard. His assignment, at least initially before being ordered to withdraw back to the previous protocols, was to be their first wave of the attack on Launceston. He figured it made the most sense to them to use him in this capacity, a gigantic metal behemoth was a terrifying sight and Moroi was strong enough to crash through the enemy territory without sustaining much injury and still wreaking havoc and disarray in their formation, allowing the rest of the Vanguard to sweep in behind him and secure territory and civilians. That and if for some reason he was to expire at least it was a mercenary that they lost instead of one of their own, and that mentality was fine to Moroi. If it were not strictly against his mission parameters to let any humans come to harm, he’d have no problem terminating these apes himself. But no, that wasn’t what he was getting paid to do this time around, he was being paid to save people...and science damn it was it annoying. Moroi’s faceless steel plated...face glared at the man on his rear with a telltale sign of urinating himself for a few moments before the metal man was suddenly gone from the airship and rapidly descending the thirteen thousand feet straight for the city of Launceston. Mid-descent, Moroi scanned the field below him, utilizing the much more efficient clarity that that Sankishin’s lenses provided. If their intelligence was correct, this was one of the larger Monsuta compounds in the city and one of the few that really still had a standing military force on the island as the string of attacks on the Austrailian mainland had pulled the majority of the forces away from the Tasmanian island and had left only five Vizards behind to guard this outpost. Moroi, locking on to one of the Vizard’s reishi signatures, acquired his target and gently shifted his position in the air, mapping out the perfect trajectory to make his grand entrance, his hand reaching behind him to grab hold of Ookami, it had begun.

The vizard didn’t have a chance. What was serene quiet one moment was suddenly the exact opposite as a ton of steel and metal crashed straight down, gigantic sword first, on top of the Vizard’s head. The crash from the crater forming impact could undoubtedly be heard across the city, booming like thunder as a cloud of dust and red mist quickly flooded the compound, casting the Vizards present into a panic, the remaining four frantically donning their masks at the sudden invasion. It didn’t matter. Moroi was too heavy for stealth, every step he took was followed by a resounding crash of metal on pavement, but he was more than able to capitalize on the fear of the feeble minded and instead of trying to be quiet, Moroi decided to be as loud as possible, crashing in to everything as he moved and filling their world with the noise of the death that was coming to them as blasts of Reishi filled the area and the vizards scrambled in a frantic effort to find them...and one of them did. The second one of them managed to track Moroi down, he was immediately run through with Ookami, the gigantic sword leaving a giant chasm in his chest before the Wareyasui kicked him off the blade. Immediately, two of his friends pounced toward his location, angrily swinging their Zanpakutō at the metal man. Moroi stabbed Ookami into the ground,the first Vizard’s attack being tantamount to a child angrily smacking a wiffleball bat off a flag post.

Simultaneously, Moroi’s right arm swung out catching inside the other Vizard’s swinging arm and the sheer impact from the heavy metal audibly crushed the bone in his arm. The man’s cries of pain flushed through the air before being quickly silenced by the second hammer fist collided with his temple, killing him instantly. As his partner tried to recover from being blocked solely by a sword, his follow up strike was caught in Moroi’s hand, the metal monster holding the weaker Vizard’s Zanpakutō as if it were a stick before wrenching it free from his hands and closing his free hand around his neck and pinning him up against a wall, choking the life from him. It was then that the last Vizard, desperate for an opening and as the dust settled, he thought he saw it. The final hybrid leveled his finger with the back of Moroi’s head, parallel to his raised victim, and fired his cero...before being surprised at Moroi immediately moving his head to the side. The blast of Reishi went right past his opponent and crashed directly into his friend’s head. Leaving nothing but half of a building and his friend’s now headless body in its wake. Moroi released what remained of the vizard and slowly, ominously turned around toward the now, very much so, panicking Vizard as he desperately leveled a second cero. Moroi raised his right hand, his brain mapping his opponent’s trajectory exactly, and as the blast left him, it crashed in to Moroi’s hand and...steadily disappeared. The metal man walked, non-chalantly, straight through the beam, closing the distance between him and his assailant in a matter of seconds before his hand closed around the Vizard’s, a sickening crush radiating through the area as Moroi crushed every bone in his hand. The boy silently contemplating the sickening creature below him, pleading for its life.

“I surrender! I surrender! Don’t kill me please...please just...just don’t kill me…”

Objectives:
1.) Priority--->Rescue human civilians in peril and do not compromise their safety.
2.) Priority--->Secure the city of Launceston from Monsuta and associated hostiles.
3.) Avoid casualties when possible, seek to detain.

“IncarcerationanddemobilizationnotpossibleTargetisflightriskandpotentiallydangeroustowardobjectivesoneandtwoterminationrequired.”

With that, Moroi placed one of the Sankishin’s hands over top the quivering, crying, pleading Vizard and slowly gathered Chi to the palm of the suit, the expunger module funneling the Chi in place as the creature’s mask slowly chipped away, making him look more and more human with each passing second before a beam of energy fired from Moroi’s hand, immediately incinerating the man’s skull and neck, executing him instantly and painlessly. As Moroi dropped the body to the ground and walked back toward Ookami, his eyes scanned the area for any potential casualties and luckily enough, the only life that the rogue cero managed to claim was a Monsuta. Moroi retrieved his sword from the ground and slung it across his back as the rest of the Vanguard caught up, securing the area and pulling the civilians out of hiding and preparing for their evacuation. Unfortunately, or fortunately given how surprisingly bloodthirsty Moroi was finding himself on this fine day, he still had a job to do while they did theirs, and that was to finish cleansing this city of the unclean creatures. There were two more important points to capture however and the closest one from his position was the factory. That would be his next destination.

It did not take a whole lot of time to come upon the factory, Moroi himself being quite quick and physical fatigue being almost non-existent given the special state of how he committed himself to combat, but when he got there he couldn’t help but be...disappointed. He was told that the Monsuta were, for all intents and purposes, Vizards. Raw hollows were, while disgusting and needing to be purged, incredibly boring comparatively. He couldn’t synthesise the raw joy he got from killing something that at least looked like his vastly inferior cousins. By the time he had arrived, the hollows were beginning their scouting practices and while he could understand the necessity for stealth...it didn’t seem to matter right now. In the immediate vicinity of the factory, he sensed only a handful of life signs and only two of them were remotely threatening. As Moroi stood, blatantly out in the open on one of the many streets angled toward the factory, the man lifted his faceplate ever so slightly to glare up at the pair floating in the sky. The other scouting hollows were irrelevant, Moroi wasn’t hiding. He was going to take Ookami and he was going to shove it down each of their throats. The sooner he finished this chore the sooner he could go back to focusing on more important problems, like the health problems his people were plagued with. The sooner these hollows left or dropped dead, the better off he was, despite how much fun it was to wipe the stain off of the Earth’s integrity.