Prodigy Almighty
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*Ahem*
Prodigy watched the tidal wave start building. "What the fuck is
that?"
The scientist shivered. "A large charge was detonated along a fault
line."
"How long till impact?" he asked, face serious.
"We have about three hours, by my estimation. Maybe less."
Prodigy punched right through the monitor and threw the electronic
device across the forty-foot room to shatter on the other wall. He got
Kale on the line as the seismologist rolled his chair away warily.
Chelkran don't scare easily, but they aren't stupid either.
"Kale. Get the Coronas. Get East to bring the Triton. Call North, have
him bring his Coronas. We're evacuating the people in Aeriona and the
surrounding area first, then taking them to Chelkra."
Prodigy almost heard Kale cock his eyebrow. "Sir, what--"
"Enormous tidal wave from the southwest. That's what."
"Oh. Okay."
Kale hung up. Prodigy sighed, ready to tear someone's head from their
shoulders. Time for retaliation.
He looked out the gun-turret window of Silverfang Outpost (that's on
the mainland, BTW). Then he grinned maliciously.
"Whatever the outcome of this travesty upon my soil, I will make sure
he and his people suffer tenfold for it."
~~~~~~~
The people of Breath-Hold went about whatever it was they went about,
their daily lives made more interesting by the Holy Roman Emperor.
Though small compared to some metropolises in Toketi, Breath-Hold was
not just a town anymore. It was growing rapidly and prosperously.
That is why Prodigy vowed never to let it become more than a wasteland
ever again. The proverbial burn-and-salt, total and utter destruction.
Biblical plagues would cringe in envy and awe.
It started with rain. The sky clouded up a bit. But when the first
person looked up, it wasn't clouds. It was a bunch of missiles. So
many, they blocked out the sun.
In an instant, everything went to hell. Air-raid sirens blared, the
military in the town started rallying. Thousands of explosive
meteorites impacted and exploded, sending shockwaves through the
ground in droves, knocking over buildings and laying waste to entire
city blocks. People ran for their lives to escape; there was no
escape.
One man took his car out away from where the missiles were coming
from; it did him no good when the chemical laser shot eradicated his
car without an effort. The Wildfire tank drove over the melted,
smoldering pile of metal and kept going.
Artillery shells exploded all over the military bases. Helicopters
lifted off, jeeps got revving, and tanks got moving. None of it would
be able to stop these aggressors, but dammit, they weren't going to
lie down and die!
The first few helicopters that reached the air hardly started moving
forward. Patriot missiles met them in the air, leaving little but
raining scrap behind. The Behemoths unfolded all of their AA Patriot
turrets, Vulcan Cannon mounts, and passengers as they rolled into the
town, taller than any standing structure around them.
The wing of Corvus gunships swept past, and the chainguns laid into
the aircraft. Missiles rained from their pods, creating huge,
sprawling tracks of destruction across the ground. Tanks exploded,
jeeps disappeared in flame, and men burned.
Men. Women. Children.
None would survive. This town would burn. Prodigy watched mercilessly
from atop Eisdrache, who said nothing. They just watched from atop a
Behemoth, unloading infantry to clean up the melting, burning wreckage
of the city. Corvuses zoomed overhead, laying down chaingun and
missile fire. LONGBOWs launched missiles from dozens of miles away.
Deadbolt artillery pummeled the military bases. Piranhas and Stingrays
controlled the streets, zooming around several feet above the wrecked
roadways. Wildfire and Cerberus tanks rolled over empty, smoldering
shells of people, automobiles, and buildings. Nothing above one story
stood.
Mercy was not high on Prodigy's priority list.
SUMMARY: Do you remember what the Greeks did to Hannibal's home city
when he invaded them? Can you imagine how much worse it would have
been with my technology? Can you understand just how much I want to
lay waste to this town?
The whole of my forces, save the Omega and Heavy Battle Suits, the
Corona transports, the Keshian Brigade, the Kensai, the Satyrs, the
local Armored Elites, and my creature followers (all still back in CK,
helping evacuate before the wave hits) lay into Breath-Hold. Their
orders are to destroy everything, take no prisoners, leave no
survivors. I may not have any super-weapons or devious plans, but I
have a fist made of Grade A Durium, dammit.