epic AKH

Aksel sees the soldiers aiming their blasters. They're trying to fight something...with those...what are those?

(( Remember, you need a translation spell to understand them. ))

epic AKH

(Aksel does not know what they're saying; he just knows that they're shooting at something.)

(( Kk :P ))

Veyd Sahvoz
Hadar fades away again disappearing, he appears behind a group of them and uses Electrokinesis basically killing them and before he could be shot at he fades away again

(( *Ahem* They can SEE YOUR BODY HEAT with their helmets. The ARCs and the ones on the turrets anyway. And now, they are your enemy. :P Even though this was supposed to be a Nirn/Republic vs Daedra thread. Nice on getting the most powerful army Nirn has ever seen pissed off at you :P So yeah... The special forces, Commandos, ARCs, and ARFs, can see you're body heat, while the others use motion sensors, which detect minor distortions in the atoms of the very air to detect your body. So, yeah, they know where you're at. ))

The soldiers who are near-dead fall to the ground, the others calling out in their language as they fire upon Hadar's heat signature. These shots are still stun shots though, and there are hundreds of bolts heading towards him (Thank rapid-fire weapons for that).

"Take him down!" Captain ARC-2387 calls out to his squad.

"Get a medic for those men!" He signals for the E-WEBs to fire stun shots at the man (Basically, a heavy machinegun that's a blaster, firing stun shots)

Veyd Sahvoz
(actually when he fades it's like teleporting and he completely disappears reappearing somewhere else and it's impossible to pin down where he's gonna appear :P) Hadar appears infront of them and creates a barrier of void magic around him, he uses a spell to allow him to understand other languages and he speaks to them "Why have you come here?!"

Before they answer, a pair of TX-130 battle tanks float by, the Mass Driver of one of the AT-TE's aiming at him as well as a battalion of 120 clones surrounding him. The ARCs use their jetpacks to lift up to higher elevations as the Captain approaches the shield, his aura one of complete, barely-kempt rage.

"Why should I answer any of your questions, when you came strolling to OUR base, attacked and nearly killed ten of my men, when we are still recovering from that crash!" He sweeps his arms out behind him and across the mismatched base, showing the thousands of wounded, some of them still working, while others are close to death, and even more are still able to live, but suffering extreme amounts of pain.

"Does this look like a kriffing invasion force to you?! We only aimed our weapons at you because we don't know you, and thought you were an enemy! Which, you quite obviously are!"

Hadar. What is he doing here? He's drawing way too much attention to himself!

Ahkrinfeynvokun

She watched the groups, eyes darting between all three. Her attention was quickly caught by the soldiers taking to the skies. Clearly not a levitation spell . . . that pack must have something to do with it. She took a few hesitant steps back, snow crunching beneath her boots. I may not be good at Illusion spells, but I don't really have a choice. She quickly casted Shadow Shape, making her form practically invisible. Another spell to muffle her footsteps follows soon after.

They see that the contact was lost on their radars. Sergeant Major ARF-4510 ordered Squad Alpha to move forward. They cloak themselves, moving swiftly through the storm-stricken snowy plains or these damnable mountains. Soon, they stumble upon a campfire. They see there are about twenty men, all armed in various, mismatched pieces of leather and fur armor, with a few having a bow, the rest have leather shields or iron and steel weapons.

ARF-4510 'Patriot' moves out into the open, decloaking himself and speaking to the natives.

"Do any of you know where the nearest town is?" After he asks that, they look to each other, before a few arrows zip towards Patriot. Luckily for him, he has armor tens of thousands of years more advanced than anything these barbarians have. He flashes a signal across his comms, before his four other brothers open fire from the treetops surrounding the area. The reports of three DC-15s's (( Singular version: DC-15s )), a single Z-6, and Patriot's own dual DC-17 dual pistols. His head jerks back from an arrow hitting him in his visor, the internal HUD going static for a mere second before he activates his jetpack, joining his brothers in the slaughter from the treetops.

In about a half a minute, all twenty hostiles are nothing more than smoking corpses, the ARFs reloading their weapons after the fight, before three of his men, privates ARF-378, ARF-3190, and ARF-5618, the three with a DC-15s, leap down, searching the various bodies and supply areas for anything intact. A map, something.

Patriot sends another signal across his comms, ordering Corporal ARF-6138 'Gunny,' the one with the Z-6, to stand sentinel at the camp as they wait for ARF squads Beta and Chi to finish their recon patrols.

She breathed a quiet sigh as the soldiers left without spotting her. Good, I don't really want a confrontation just ye- Her thoughts were interrupted by strange sounds followed by screams. She spun towards the noise. That's not too far off . . . But who attacked who? Hesitating slightly, she started moving towards where the fight had broken out. She needed to gather more info before acting. But if they're going to start attacking people, I may not have a choice but to confront them. Azura guide me . . .

Ahkrinfeynvokun

She breathed a quiet sigh as the soldiers left without spotting her. Good, I don't really want a confrontation just ye- Her thoughts were interrupted by strange sounds followed by screams. She spun towards the noise. That's not too far off . . . But who attacked who? Hesitating slightly, she started moving towards where the fight had broken out. She needed to gather more info before acting. But if they're going to start attacking people, I may not have a choice but to confront them. Azura guide me . . .

Soon, she would stumble upon the ruins of an, until recentely, hidden bandit camp. They had been plaguing the nearby town of Bruma and anybody leaving or entering it. And these men had just unwittingly solved months of problems in under a minute. The men in white and blue armor were still there, three of them searching the bodies and storage areas while one of them patrols the area with the large swivel cannon-sized weapon. The final one is holding a disc which has a small, blue person on it in similar armor as he, but without the helmet. They are both speaking the same language, but all their voices sound the same...

"Gods . . ." She murmured when she saw the remains of the camp. These things are clearly dangerous. But knowing those damned bandits, they attacked first. She shifted, knowing those things were capable of such a massacre was unnerving to say the least.

The one with the larger weapon, the sentinel, snaps his head in her direction, seeming as if not to look directly at her. He begins to slowly walk towards her, holding his weapon at the ready.

The sorceress tensed, slowly backing further into her hiding place. No, no, no! How did it even see me!? Several options  ran through her mind. She could try fleeing. But as fast as the soldiers could fly, she'd never be able to outrun them. Fight? Those bandits clearly didn't stand a chance. But they were just bandits. Armed with poorly made armor and weapons. This is bad. She cast another Shadow Shape spell in an attempt to better hide from the approaching threat.

He stops, his helmeted head pivoting back and forth as he searches the forest. He places his weapon down, taking off his helmet and revealing his face, which looks identical to the face of the blue mini-ghost. He gives his helmet a few taps on the side, muttering to himself in his language, presumably a few explicitives from the tone.

"Damned helmet's messing up again... That, or it was just some kriffing hound..." He inspects the thing for a moment longer, before slipping his helmet on and lifting up his weapon, with a slight amount of effort on his part. He gives the area another scan, before shrugging and turning back.