Operation: Defend Wollawollabingbang [Protag Mission]

Peace would not visit Australia for a very, very, very long time. It had been a little less than a year since war had completely engulfed the country. Once the dust had settled, Australia was split in two, divided right down the middle between its previous owners and the liberators of “justice.” Of course, the coalition of “good guys” had quickly began erecting all sorts of defenses in their conquered lands and an uneasy stalemate and ceasefire had been orchestrated. Neither side seemed as eager to fight as they were before, and this left some people rather disappointed. Peace was hardly profitable and almost all parties, outside of the ones interested in living, were not exactly content with the stalemate. It was this uneasy cold war that leads us to the present day, a day of violence and copious amounts of bloodshed. The previous owner of Wollongong was not content letting it sit in, idle, and in control of those filthy Shinigami and the filthier Iramasha. It was for things like this that Divine Comet was called upon, violence was their business and being able to stick it to one of the myriad of spectral beings only made it that much sweeter. There was no sign, no herald, no indication that Wollongong was going to experience anything more than the most normal of normal days. The barrier the Iramasha had erected in a dome around the city of Wollongong hummed contentedly as nothing but the rays of the sun interrupted its border for the longest of times.



Without warning, a brilliant light of violent streaked across the sky encroaching very rapidly from the Pacific coast. The stream of bright energy crashed violently against the Iramasha Barrier, lighting up the sky with pure energy as the heavy blast cascaded along the barrier and flashed up in to the morning sky. The barrier held for a few more moments before the momentous torrent of energy burst through Wollongong’s first line of defense. After punching through the barrier, the GN Bazooka shot did not stop, the horizontal pillar of energy blew right across the sky and smacked against the other end of the dome. It’s power had diminished just enough to be unable to punch through its second barrier. Like a stream of water crashing against a rock though, the energy was repelled, expanding over the air and lighting up the sky above the city, washing the buildings below over in a brilliant violet light.

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

Booting Mission Parameters…

Simultaneously, in the drop bay of his “acquired” Vanguard airship, Moroi went through his mission protocols. Moroi watched the information scroll down his HUD as he sat, snug and comfortable, inside the Sankishin Susano’o. This was another unique opportunity for Moroi, the last time he had been in Australia had been the first time he really went out and put himself forward in the world, made himself known. He’d been able to put that toward his fortune and his mansion in Karakura and allowed him to afford 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, without the need to worry about his finances. This arrogance was a flaw he had maintained for the entirety of his relatively short life and quickly begun to wholeheartedly embrace. 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. He used this intellect to turn the apes in to weapons, weapons to fulfill his agenda of bringing the Wareyasui name to prominence, something he would initiate in a few short minutes.

It wasn’t the only scenario where that analogy applied either, as the members of the Divine Comet that were joining their armor clad commander to the drop point were an impressive mixture of terrified and awestruck by him. This was the man who had given them the ability to fight back, to see the spirits that menaced their world and, in the end, to kill them. 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. No one on this ship, however, knew that side of their commander.

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 unarmored 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.

Moroi scanned his vision over the rest of the cargo bay. Much had changed since his last time air dropping in to an Australian city. The first time, he was completely by himself, alone amidst a smattering of the Vanguard, a bunch of directionless apes desperately fighting for their petty ideal...not truly caring about the human plight, the completely and utter subjugation of their species. Half the planet was under the control of a demons and hollows and all other forms of monsters...and the Shinigami and Iramasha that resided here were not much different. Monsters who oppressed the rightful natives of this world. He had gathered soldiers to rally to the cause, the cause of ejecting these invaders from the HUMAN world. Lined along the wall were his creations, the Girkois. Presently eight strong, two having launched previously to serve as the Hecate’s wingmen, they were the weakest of his creations thus far, but he believed he had finally made a decent Akagai for his ground troops, something that would allow regular humans to contend with the Shinigami and the Iramasha. One by one, the visors of the Girkois lit up, signalling their operational status as the mechs faced the drop hatch. Moroi slowly lifted himself up and walked toward the opening hatch, turning back to the eight, proud soldiers behind him before giving a curt nod and slowly turning around, facing the open air.

“Hecate has breached the barrier, commencing operation in 5...4...3...2..”

The operator slowly began counting down and gave Moroi the go ahead signal. The metal behemoth was to be serving as the vanguard to their little operation. His assignment was to be their first wave of the attack on Wollongong and give the other Akagai breathing space to land and set up for advancing and placing the bomb. 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 Divine Comet to sweep in behind him and secure territory and look for the paths to the center. 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 stoically out the window 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 Wollongong. 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 smaller Soul Society outposts on Earth, the city itself seemed to rely primarily on its shield to defend it from incursions and, thus far, there had been no reason to believe they needed anything else. The part of Austrailia that bordered the enemy was quite a ways away.

Most of the standing forces had been pulled to the front and if his intelligence was to be believed they really only had a smattering of soldiers left over in Wollongong and none of them high profile targets...of course that intelligence was probably wrong, but he’d simply operate on the assumption that it was correct for the time being. His first job was to take Wollongong’s beach. They would still be scrambling to react to Hecate’s cannon. Moroi burst through the hole left in the barrier, his troops following behind him, and hurtled down toward the beach. The boy could sense the Shinigami and Iramasha below him sensing only a pittance, barely twenty, had scrambled out to defend the beach.. Moroi, locking on to the reishi signatures below him, 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 as the funnels ejected from his back side, fanning out through the air, it had begun.



The defenders on the beach had no chance whatsoever. As each Reishi signature was locked on, the funnels that had detached and soared downward with him would each fire, directing twelve of the thin and potent lasers down toward the ground, all from different angles and, in a flash, twelve of the Iramasha and Shinigami defenders on the beach had their lives snuffed out. What was quite the serene, quiet moment was suddenly the exact opposite as Moroi shifted his angle further inland, hurtling toward the city, a ton of steel and metal crashing down, gigantic sword first, through a building and then straight through a Shinigami’s body. 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 the street, casting the remaining defenders present into a panic, the remaining four frantically scrambling and releasing their Zanpakutō and whatever else they had at their disposal in response to 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 leveling buildings in his wake and filling their world with the noise of the death that was coming to them as blasts of Reishi filled the area and the combined Shinigami and Iramasha forces scrambled in a frantic effort to findthe massive creature...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, leaving the Wareyasui to kick the undignified creature 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, and intercepted the swing, the first Shinigami’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 Shinigami’s swinging arm and the sheer impact from the heavy metal audibly crushed the arm bone. 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 Shinigami’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 Iramasha in the area desperately sought an opening and as the dust settled, he thought he saw it. The final defender in the area leveled his arm to the back of Moroi’s head, parallel to his raised victim, and fired his chaos blast...before being surprised at Moroi immediately moving his head to the side. The blast of Chaos Energy 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 Shinigami in a completely unceremonious fashion and slowly, ominously turned around toward the now, very much so, panicking Iramasha as he desperately leveled a second blast of Chaos Energy.. 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 vanished, seemingly into the man’s arm. 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 Iramasha’s, a sickening crunch echoing through the area as Moroi crushed every bone in his hand. The boy silently contemplating the sickening creature below him, pleading for its life...pleading oh so pathetically.



”Requestunabletoprocessviolatesmissionparametersgoodbyefilthycreature.”

With that, Moroi placed one of the Sankishin’s hands over top the quivering, crying, pleading Iramasha and slowly gathered Chi to the palm of the suit, the expunger module funneling the Chi in place as the the tears streamed down the disgusting creature’s face, making him look more and more human, more and more pathetic with each passing second before a beam of energy fired from Moroi’s hand, immediately disintegrating 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 enemies and, for the time being, noticing none. He sensed his troops cleaning up matters on the beach, they’d be able to use that as a staging area for the second phase of the operation. The boy’s voice echoed out over the comm system, signaling to every other Akagai in operational range.



”Phase One complete. Move on to Phase Two in four hundred and twenty seconds.”

Moroi retrieved his sword from the ground and slung it across his back as the rest of the unit responded to the command. If there were any higher profile targets in Wollongong, Moroi would most likely draw them to him and buy time for Destiny and the Hecate to initiate their roles in Phase Two. Fortunately, given how surprisingly bloodthirsty Moroi was finding himself on this fine day, he still had a bloody swath to cut through Wollongong while they set themselves up for their Phase Two. He certainly had the fun job out of the group, nothing was more exciting than cleansing this city of the unclean, filthy, disgusting creatures that were inhabiting the Human world. Two cables shot out of Moroi’s shoulders, digging in the the nearby building and quickly hoisting the armored man up, slinging up on to the rooftop where he landed with a loud crash. He still had a lot of ground to cover and time to buy before Hecate could fire again and Destiny could arrive, he’d better get started. The Sankishin unit proceeded to tear across the rooftops, occasionally putting enough pressure on the foundations with each step to crumple the weaker buildings, merely moving leaving a wave of destruction in Moroi’s wake. Even if he wasn’t the most intimidating energy signature in the area, all eyes would have been drawn to him. His funnels fanning out in a tight formation around him and, seemingly randomly, firing around him as he moved, each shot hitting the structural supports of the nearby buildings and causing their weights to crush themselves as Moroi cruised through the city, wreaking havoc like he was Godzilla.