The ship exited phase space above New Terra, and begun its descent upon the Castle base. [quote]Here. You wanted them? We'll give them to you. Your demands have been met.[/quote] The message had been sent to the Castle command beforehand, the transport coming to land on the deck of the carrier.

[i]On the deck of the Erwin E. Rommel, some one hundred soldiers stood in various positions, facing the dropship as it landed, weapons in hand and ready to go should anything sketchy occur. In the center, walking towards the carrier, was Generalfeldmarschall Edward Drache, wearing his own exosuit,[spoiler]http://orig09.deviantart.net/e94d/f/2014/074/6/0/alien_soldier_concept_by_tarakanovich-d7a8osg.jpg[/spoiler] with General William Riker in one beside him. [spoiler]http://pre07.deviantart.net/5fa0/th/pre/i/2012/087/f/7/kinetic_armor_by_aimmort-d4u6se9.jpg[/spoiler] The two stood with weapons in hand, Drache holding a large revolver, Riker an M60E6. They said nothing, waiting for the ship to fully power down. Drache spoke, voice made metallic through his armor.[/i] Power your craft down fully. Ve vill search zhem to be sure you have not brough any veapons. You vill release zhe prisoners vithout zheir weapons. Am I understood?

They responded to their demands, lower door of the craft opened for the prisoners to exit. They waited on Clarkson's word to activate the EMPs.

[i]Osiris marched out calmly, looking as if they knew their fate was grim. They had left all visible weapons aboard the transport, so as to make it seem like they were unarmed. Wilson had even unloaded his M2. However, most of them still had some form of weaponry on them. At the head of the group, Clarkson raised both hands in a wide gesture, signalling with an OK sign from his right hand that it was time for the EMP.[/i]

The subtle, independent EMP devices then triggered, in rapid succession as to counter the carriers' redundant system. Communication, weaponry, all but navigation had been knocked out, across all three carriers.

[i]The reaction time of the Osiris operators was superior to that of the German and American soldiers. Even without their weapons, they were formidable adversaries. As the enemy fired, each operator sprung into combat, dodging and taking bullets, aided by their exosuits. Clarkson rushed forwards, tackling a KSK soldier to the ground, and stabbing him with his own Jagkommando blade. Rolling and standing, he threw the blade into the hand of the next soldier, forcing him to drop his rifle. Clarkson lept onto him, and after a brief fist fight, snapped his neck. Jager engaged a Marine, approaching him as he fired, the man's rifle rounds plinking off of his exosuit. Grabbing the rifle, he wrenched it from the man's hands, and smashed him in the head with it, cracking his skull. A second Marine fired at him, and he shot the man right in the face, shattering his lens, and sending a .308 through his head. The corpse dropped quickly. Ghost moved rapidly, karambit in hand. Lunging at an oncoming Marine, she ripped his throat out, launching off of his body and onto another man, whose neck she promptly broke. Reaper and Bear began engaging as well, as Wolfe and Wilson headed after Drache and Riker. Wilson, however, took over for Clarkson, giving him time to go after Drache. Detaching his M2, he used it as a 120lb war club, smashing the ribcages of more than a few soldiers. With most of the team handling the men on deck, Wolfe and Clarkson tailed the primary targets, who were running. Heading to the end of the carrier they were soon almost out of space to run.[/i]

As more marines begun pouring onto the deck, the Stealth team made their presence known. The marines were setting themselves up at a range to gun down Osiris, but their plans were soon anulled. A first Marine's entire body stopped moving, slowly, the two lateral halves of his body falling down on the ground, with a fleshy, disgusting noise. In horror, the others began to panic. A slash this way, and two arms were flying off, sending blood everywhere. Another slice, and a man's stomach was coming inside out. Blood splashed upon the invisible figure, who decided to deactivate his camo. He didn't need it anymore. The marines, having a new target, opened fire on the [url=http://i.imgur.com/TNZXGgr.jpg]cybernetic ninja.[/url] But to no avail. He was fast, exceedingly fast. He sliced through weapon, armour and flesh alike, cutting soldiers up in single strikes. They took their distance to fire upon him, but he began running at them, visible electric arcs dancing at the edge of his feet. Running towards them, he made his blade cut through the air in an infinity pattern and at hallucinating speeds, acting like a high frequency shield. The bullets were cut off in the air, never even touching him. He ran at them, cutting through them like a weed whacker, ripping through them and leaving only shreds. As did the other three cybernetic ninjas of the stealth team. Meanwhile, back on the ground, the cloaked dropships had used the commotion to their advantage. Landing unseen close to the base, infiltrating the compound was done in the blink of an eye. Explosions rang from the armour depot as whole tanks were being sliced like Salami. As the confusion had set, heavy troops began assaulting the base from multiple positions, and had heavy support with them. A separate stealth team had disabled the Anti-aircraft grid, allowing the four dropships to unleash the warmachines each of them carried. While the Heavy troops were consisting of heavily armoured [url=http://i.imgur.com/0z3BUyG.jpg]Shock Troopers[/url] equipped with Cyclic Ion Blasters or Rakers, the true key of the assault were the Metal Walkers. [url=http://i.imgur.com/lBGCpKc.gif]These mechanical marvels[/url] stood at about twenty feet in height. Their backs were riddled with .50 Cal automated turrets and hydra missile launchers, their mouth piece featured a hydro-plasma cutter beam, that would shoot an extremely pressurized beam of water, strong enough to cut through several inches of steel and concrete, mixed with a carrier beam of plasma energy that would soften up any target the water beam would then strike. These four machines, dropped at the key points of the assault force, directly into the base, wreacked havoc.

[i]At the end of the Rommel's flight deck, the final confrontation had begun. Drache stood, facing Clarkson, Riker facing Wolfe. Drache had his revolver aimed at Clarkson's head, Clarkson had drawn one of his knives and one of his M45s.[/i] Nicholas, ve both know how zhis is going to end. Drache, you're in a bloody corner. There's no way to get out of here, and you know it. Quite zhe contrary. All I have to do is deactivate zhe reactor's cooling systems and blow zhe Rommel, and half the city, straight to hell. You don't have the -blam!-ing balls, Fritz. [i]Drache growled, and fired at Clarkson, who ducked, taking the shot to the shoulder, the round doing minimal damage. Clarkson rushed him, ducking an incoming punch and planting his knife into the gap between Drache's shoulder plate and his arm, depressing the button on the hilt, releasing frozen CO2 into the wound, which wedged the plate off and caused a nasty flesh wound. Drache screamed, and grabbed Clarkson by the back, throwing him off. Standing back up, Clarkson sheathed the knife, and drew his bo staff, which unfolded quickly in his hands to full size. Seeing this, Drache powered up the kinetic modulator on his right gauntlet, the fist glowing blue with tytritium energy. Slamming his fist down into the ground, he let off a shockwave that threw Clarkson into a stationary jet. Staggering, Clarkson was grabbed by the throat by Drache before he could stand up. Carrying him to the edge of the ship, he looked the Englishman in the eyes, and reared back to throw him down.[/i] Au revoir, Tommy. As always, you're sloppy. [i]As he went to throw Clarkson, the SAS operator kicked him hard in the stomach, and flipped him forwards, sending the two of them careening towards the ground. As this was going on, Wolfe and Riker faced down, Wolfe drawing his blade, swinging it in his hand, activating the white-hot tytritium edge.[/i] Why, General? All this for one man? It's not for one man, Jackson. It's for all the ones your father and Clarkson killed. IT'S FOR EVERY ONE OF MY MARINES YOU KILLED, FOR EVERY PARENT I HAD TO WRITE TO TO TELL THEM THEIR SON WAS KILLED IN DUBAI! General, you know as well as I do that vengeance isn't going to bring those men back. We can kill and kill all we want, but you'll never get anyone back. It's not about getting them back, son. It's about honoring their memory, and finishing the job. [i]With that, Riker rushed to smash his machine gun downwards into Wolfe's head. However, Wolfe brought his blade up, and cleaved the weapon in half. Swinging again, he brought the sword down just as Riker deployed his tytritium gauntlet shield. As the blade and shield struck, sparks flew. Struggling, the two tried to push the other back, but Jackson got the upper hand, pulling his sword down, breaking contact, leaving both staggering back. Rushing again, Riker slammed him with the shield, sending him backwards. Recovering, Wolfe swung low, but Riker dodged, instead planting a knife between his chest plate and stomach plates. Wolfe punched Riker hard in the stomach, extending his gauntlet blades, and drawing blood. Riker staggered back, and then stood again, drawing a Desert Eagle, firing at Wolfe, scoring a few hits, none of which did serious damage. Emptying his magazine, he went to reload, only for Wolfe to rush him. Riker tried to block with his arm, only for Wolfe to catch it, and flip him over. Hitting the ground hard, he rolled just as Jackson brought his blade down where his heart would have been. As he tried to recover, he took a hard kick to the head, and was sent sprawling across the ground. Approaching him, Wolfe picked him up, looking into his eyes. He said nothing as he ran the General through, the superheated edge of the blade melting through armor and flesh.[/i]

Meanwhile, on the ground, the concussed castle forces could only do little to fight back. Yet, they still fought, to the very last man. Despite their bravery and their fighting spirit, without heavy support and both technologically and tactically inferior, they stood no chance. The Shock troopers? Being mechanized warriors, were extremely tougher than empty suits, their ionic weaponry wreacking havoc on the infantry forces. Field commanders were taken out by the Cybernetic assassins, once again plunging the troops into confusion. With the Walkers sealing the deal, they were brought to an end in the blink of an eye. The marines had stopped coming out onto the flight deck, and the Cybernetic assassins had begun coming down into the ship, wreaking havoc from within.

[i]Wolfe slid his blade from the corpse of William Riker, letting the body fall to the deck of the ship. [/i] Riker's dead. [i]He said over his radio.[/i] [i]Meanwhile, on the ground, Drache and Clarkson had finally landed. The impact of the two landing sent up small clouds of dust. Clarkson was first to recover, standing up, and walking towards Drache, who soon hefted himself up out of the crater, drawing his Jagdkommando blade. [/i] I think its time ve end zhis, Commander. Aye, as do I, mate. [i]The two paced around each other, Drache lunging first. The swing came for Clarkson's rib-cage, but he nimbly parried with his staff. Now close, the two engaged in a rapid melee duel, blade and staff meeting rapidly, furiously, with a series of metallic clangs. Clarkson matching him blow for blow, blocking him, but eventually, he caught him in the stomach with the staff, and spin sideeways, sending Drache off balance. Drawing his revolver, he fired a shot which hit Clarkson in the shoulder, forcing him to drop his staff. Rushing the Brit, Drache tackled him to the ground, and thrusted his knife towards Clarkson's throat, but he was blocked by Clarkson's left arm, which the blade went into instead. Grunting in pain, he drew his M45 with his right hand, and slid it under Drache, firing it and emptying the clip into the neck joint of Drache's armor, the bullets killing him. In mere moments, Drache was dead, and Clarkson pushed the corpse off of him, breathing heavily. The jagdkommando was still in his arm, and clenching his teeth, he wrenched it out, and tossed it on the ground. Sighing, he spoke over his comms.[/i] Drache's dead.

As the German commander had died, rhe fighting within the castle base had come to a halt. It was over, and the day had been won. The remaining crews of the other two carriers surrendered, their lives spared. Kayla spoke to them over the coms. [quote]"So it's done, then... mission accomplished, it seems."[/quote]

Aye. [i]He sighed.[/i] What of the others? Everything all right?

[quote]"Yes. The base has been neutralized. The crews of the other two carriers have surrendered to us, and will be taken into custody before being transferred back to the NTR's courts. I suppose this means goodbye for us, Clarkson."[/quote]

Aye. That it is.