Tales of Djibouti: Robooty in Africa

Moroi was irritated. Adam and his little band of gangly misfits were not supposed to move on Vastime this quickly. Moroi did not know if Adam knew more of the plan than Moroi was led to believe he did or if Adam was simply just remarkably impulsive and landed to fall right in line with that man's designs through sheer coincidence, but regardless this incursion with Vastime is way ahead of schedule. If this haphazard incursion got them all killed then all of the plotting would have been entirely for naught. Even still, Moroi was tasked with making the most out of a bad situation. Their trip to Vastime was going to be for a very specific purpose and Moroi was determined to accomplish that purpose all the same and, thankfully, Adam and his band of terrorists should be causing enough chaos all on their own.

Vastime had been on That Man's radar for quite some time and using Adam to "attack" them had always been something on his docket. Moroi did not know the full breadth of the plan, though he could speculate, but That Man had Moroi study Vastime somewhat in depth. Moroi was as much an expert on the nation as you could possibly be without actually being a ranking officer. As such, he knew the best way to hit them was to interrupt communication. Vastime was renowned less for its individual fighters and more for their capacity to work together and for the military might of the nations rank and file soldiers. The best way to turn an army in to an aimless band was to interrupt their communications.

The bigger hitters among the Vastime should be drawn elsewhere, Adam's allies could rival Moroi in terms of shear scope of energy and that in and of itself should be a big enough deterrent to pull them away from the area. Moroi was not interested in attempting to topple all of Vastime in Djibouti, he'd leave that aspiration to Adam or at the very least save that for later. He'd accomplish That Man's objective first, then he'd worry about the Monsuta's objective.

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…



Moroi watched the information scroll down his HUD as he sat, snug and comfortable, inside the Sankishin Susano’o as the suit hurtled through the air. He had done snatch and grabs like this before. In the chaos the others were causing and the damage that was undoubtedly occurring all over the territory, it was not especially likely that the bulk of Vastime's forces would be able to react to him nor should they even notice just one communication depot going dark. Besides...on top of that they were humans. While in the world of Spirits and Monsters, Moroi would most closely resemble human, but on the same spectrum an ape would most closely resemble a human as well. 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.

His HUD flashed as a beep radiated through his helmet. He was approaching his target. It was not a large facility, one of the smaller ones in the area, but it had a direct uplink to the main Djibouti communication relay which, in turn, had a direct uplink throughout all of Vastime. Once he was inside that network it would be a simple matter to completely destabilize the entire communication network of the Vastime in Djibouti and use that as a smokescreen for what he was really after. The facility had come in to view and Moroi, locking on to one of the Human Soldier'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 Soldier did not stand a chance. What was serene quiet one moment was suddenly the exact opposite as a ton of steel and metal crashed through the roof of the building, straight down, gigantic sword first, debris second, on top of the soldier’s head. The crash from the crater forming impact could undoubtedly be heard across the installation, booming like thunder as a cloud of dust and red mist quickly flooded the compound, casting the Soldiers present in the building into a panic. Soldiers all around came out of the woodwork, leveling their energy weapons on to Moroi as they scrambled to react to him. Eight weapons leveled and as soon as they did, eight streams of energy blasted through the windows as Moroi's funnels circled, eight holes forming in the assailants heads as they were gunned down through the walls and the windows. The others started to react, drawing swords, guns, and pointing them all at Moroi, it didn’t matter. Moroi was too heavy for stealth, every step he took was followed by a resounding crash of metal on concrete and he had no help of ever achieving his objective with subterfuge, at least not the sneaky kind, 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 humans scrambled in a frantic effort to get their bearings and level an attack back on Moroi as his funnels picked people off through the very walls...and one of them did. The second one of them managed to track Moroi down and reach him through the hail of fire punching through the building and leaping at him with massive battle axe in hands and...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, Vastime seemingly having some Shinigami in their ranks, angrily swinging their Zanpakutō at the metal man. Moroi stabbed Ookami into the ground in front of the man's 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 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 planted 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 soldier in the building, the sole Quincy assigned there, desperate for an opening and as the dust settled, he thought he saw it. The final hybrid leveled his hand at the back of Moroi’s head, parallel to his raised victim, and fired his Heilig Pfil...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 Shinigami and slowly, ominously turned around toward the now, very much so, panicking Quincy as he desperately leveled a second arrow. 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 immediately disappeared, but not as it were blocked...as if it were absorbed straight in to the suit. The metal man walked, nonchalantly, straight through the barrage of arrows, closing the distance between him and his assailant in a matter of seconds before his hand closed around the Quincy'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.

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


"Mercy...is not a mission parameter."

With that, Moroi placed one of the Sankishin’s hands over top the quivering, crying, pleading Quincy's face and slowly gathered Chi to the palm of the suit, the expunger module funneling the Chi in place as the creature’s eyes slowly died away as fear and panic took them, making him look more and more human with each passing second. A gut wrench of revulsion shook through Moroi as a beam of energy fired from Moroi’s hand and blew straight through the Quincy's head and neck, incinerating him on the spot. As Moroi dropped the body to the ground and walked back toward Ookami, his eyes scanned the area for any potential survivors and on the outset her saw none. It seemed he was correct and most of the heavy hitters had been drawn to the Monsuta's actions Fortunately, or unfortunately given how surprisingly bloodthirsty Moroi was finding himself on this fine day, he still had a job to do while they did theirs. Moroi wrapped the hand of the Sankishin around Ookami's handle and hefted the massive weapon from the ground as the funnels tore through the windows and attached onto the back of the massive metal behemoth as he sheathed his massive sword. Moroi turned, not a spec of dust on his silvery white veneer, as he turned away from the scene of utter carnage behind him and walked through the facility.

Finding the communications room was not especially difficult, Vastime was a regimented country with a focus on discipline...it did not afford them a lot of creativity when it came to architecture. There were two officers in the room, both relieved of their lives with two quick heavy snaps of his wrists, caving open their faces and splattering the walls opposite him in their blood. Moroi, stepped in to the now vacant spot between them Moroi brought the Sankishin's wrist up to his face and popped a small drive out of the compartment and plugged it in to the slot. His program should act quickly as it would rifle through the necessary information that it could find and then once the target had been acquired, it would proceed to cripple the communication network in Djibouti with a virus. He supposed he was lucky he wasn't dealing with the Yuudeshi, he doubted even he could write a the appropriate programs and viruses to take them on directly, at least not without considerably more research. The direct link between the drive and his HUD would download the necessary information into a quarantined drive in his suit. Once it was done, well, he did not have much need for this place anymore. Still, he did not have time for a full purge of the facility, reinforcements should arrive soon. Perhaps he should go and greet them.