[WAR] Role Play: Terminus

[Lord Celebi]

Raidon Makoto
AMS Deathwing, Goldenrod Bay
Johto
Affected RPers: All
Suggested Listening: Pompeii by ES Posthumus

The VTOL craft landed on the Deathwing bay as the dread lord of the Deathwing himself, Raidon Makoto, stepped out of the craft to lines of Aqua soldiers saluting their captain. As Makoto worked his way down the tarmac of the Deathwing, each soldier he passed immediately assumed the at-ease position and grabbed their own assault rifle, ready to attack. Near the Navigations room, Captain Jamie Davenport was suiting up the dive squad for undersea operations. Daveport saluted Makoto and Makoto saluted right back.

Once he arrived in the Navigations Room, he assumed his rightful throne within the black ship's central cortex. Leaning his head on his fist, he asked politely, "Gentlemen, give me a sitrep."

With Reg Lando and Finch Reynolds in different regions and Noah Ashfield preparing for his own personal assault, the duty of right-hand man fell to none other than Makoto's best friend, Tyrus Hale himself. The scientist has emerged from the skunkworks to deliver to Makoto a full report. "Sir, the Trinity Armada has positioned itself to attack the Johto Navy on your command. Meanwhile, Captain Oreskovich of the All Clown Squadron of Fun has prepped her troops and is prepared to begin bombing runs on the Johto fleet. For our ground forces, those soldiers that are willing have been injected with Janine's Chimera formula, changing them into horrific abominations. They're absolutely wonderful, beautiful crimes against God. Really brings a tear to my eye."

"Good. Tiantus, get back to the lab. It's probably going to be the safest place for you," Makoto told his best friend with a concerned look on his face.

"Of course, but one more thing," Hale said, pulling a syringe out of his lab coat pocket. "This is the fruits of my recent labors. Project MEND. I think you'll find it most useful in the battle ahead." Makoto took the syringe and stabbed himself in the neck with it. "What...? Raidon... this probably wasn't the best time to do that."

Makoto copped a smile. "Nonsense. I can take whatever... oh my..." Makoto said, waves of pain shooting through his neck. Each individual muscle fiber in his body burned as Hale's mutagen rewrote his genetic code cell by cell. Makoto initially was brought to the floor, but through sheer force of willpower, he brought himself back to his feet.

The commander exited the Navigations Room and faced the group of soldiers on the tarmac, still in agonizing pain. He kept himself upright and gritted his teeth to keep a relatively unpained look on his face. As he looked upon his soldiers, his heart was filled with pride. These were men that he had trained personally to go with him into battle. Most were human, some where chimera, but all were unified in the fact that they would lay down their lives for Makoto's dream of world domination.

The dread lord of the Deathwing drew one of his katanas and pointed it towards Goldenrod City. The metal gleamed in the sunlight. Makoto roared, partially in excitement and partially in pain: "Gentlemen, I see a peaceful, sleepy city before us. Happy folk going about their lives, working in their offices, dining in restaurants, drinking with friends, spending time with their families... What do you say, men? Let's go ruin their fucking day!"