From the Cimeries, Shulmor relays the command to pull back across the fleet, ensuring that the devils and vampires on other ships also hear the warning and pull back. There is little he can do during Cecil's final flash but observe, and even in that, he is forced to avert his eyes from the sheer brightness of the light. As the light fades, Shulmor takes to the radio. "All forces, the holy flare is over, and the swarm as well as Evrai have vanished. Repeat, the swarm and Evrai have vanished. Resume assault course on the capital. All stations, prepare for combat. More machines could appear at any time."
With that done, Shulmor waits until the ship is in deployment distance, and when it is time to stop leading and begin the ground assault, passes the comms to the next commander in line. Shulmor loads himself into an orbital pod, preparing to head down with a small strike force of devils, vampires, and Loki-aligned valkyries. Despite the noise of the landing, it goes smoothly enough, and Shulmor orders the team to begin scouting and setting up a perimeter as he flies up to the remnants of the tallest building in the area. He takes out the magical rifle Menek gave him and looks it over. The scope is powerful enough to see targets rather clearly for miles around, and with the magic fired being comparable to hard light, he doesn't even have to factor arrival time on distant targets. Being a wrathful god from the rooftops will be too simple.
It is only a few minutes before the strike force begins to find targets. Larger robots that control some of the smaller machines. Pylons that contribute to the spontaneous generation of more forces. Radio towers that speed up the spread of information from one part of Zerome to another. Shulmor takes aim at the nearby radio towers, and fires. The beams of magic blow through the support struts and the communications machinery, bringing them down. The nearby forces are put on alert, but the task force remains unspotted for now. Shulmor then takes aim at one of the larger robots in a crowd of smaller combat units, and after signaling the task force to strike, fires. The shot blows through its CPU, instantly shutting it down. and having an immediate effect on the coordination of the smaller machines. In this state, they are easy pickings for the descending devils, vampires, and valkyries. More machines begin to rise from the ground, but Shulmor quickly swivels his aim to the nearby pylons and blows them up one after the other, keeping his forces from being overwhelmed.
As the remaining forces in the area are mopped up, Shulmor notices two entirely mechanical jets harrying one of the smaller ships trying to drop more advancing forces in the combat zone. The targets are far off and the jets are moving near mach 3, making the shot almost impossible. Almost. His focus poured through the scope, Shulmor fires off a round, piercing the cockpit of one of the jets and the software keeping it on course. It veers out of control and crashes into the other jet, sending them down in a ball of flames. In anyone else's hands, Menek's sniper rifle would have exploded by now. But not only does Shulmor know techniques to severely reduce the odds of a misfire, his will to rule extends over firearms, offering a supernatural protection against misfires that makes a gun exploding on him nearly unheard of.
The strategy of cutting communications, sending the ground forces into disorder, and mopping them up proves effective, but it does not last forever. Shulmor can only slow the spread of information, and eventually the robotic resistance begins to adapt. The landscape shifts and morphs, removing any buildings that can be used as sniper perches. As for the enemy forces, the model of large robots and smaller, controlled ones is completely overhauled. The ground now spews an immense number of smaller machines. They fly and run around the task force, harrying them with stored lightning, liquid nitrogen spray, and whirling blades. All things that would be useless against Shulmor in his lich form, but now that he has flesh, he is forced to frantically dodge attacks from all sides. The close range has rendered Menek's sniper rifle useless, forcing the deposed emperor to pull out the Conqueror. It is less effective than the sniper shots, but enough to down the small machines with some degree of effectiveness. Unfortunately, there are too many to make this a feasible approach, and they are quickly getting overwhelmed.
On a hunch, Shulmor lets negative energy flow through his arm and grasps one of the machines. Sure enough, negative energy is as effective as positive energy at shorting out the machines. Shulmor frantically fumbles for a handheld radio and calls to the fleet as he tries to stay alive. "Strike force has encountered massive resistance! All available ships, commence long range negative energy bombardment on my position. Long range negative energy bombardment, over!" The assorted forces begin covering those who are evil aligned but not outright immune to negative energy in protective wards as they try to hold out for the strike.
Onboard the devil ships, preparations for a bombardment are made in a swift and orderly matter, with the vampires providing what power they can to bolster the salvos. Meanwhile, aboard Loki's flagship, the S.S. Prancing Bimbo, the trickster god sits aboard the bridge sipping tea. A valkyrie runs in and begins an elaborate system of motions, playing patty cake with the air in front of her, waving her arms around while yelling "SPLEEEEEE! HOOPLAAAAAH~" and bending back at the waist while doing throwing double middle fingers into the air. "Oh good, you remembered your salute this time, report," Loki says dismissively. "Sir, Shulmor has requested a negative energy bombardment on his position. Coordinates are -08.2-" "Oh enough of that, I know where he is, go get the vampires we're quartering to pour some juice into the cannons. I'm going to need my bombing pants for this!" As the valkyrie leaves, Loki snaps his fingers, instantly making tacky, golden puffed out pants appear on him. He reaches into his teacup and pulls out a huge red button marked "BANG!" With a click, the S.S. Prancing Bimbo morphs into a giant cannon with the mouth designed to look like a bunny. As the other ships begin their ranged bombardment, the cannon fires off, filling the air with the sound of a Jamaican airhorn.
The bombardment crashes into the ground at Shulmor's location, darkening the environment around as far as the eye can see. when the black fog clears, the robots are annihilated and the wards had held. The assault was weathered without overwhelming losses to the strike force. They proceed further into the terraformed city, and for a time, it seems as if things are going smoothly again. This is changed when they are cutting through an alley, as a hulking machine busts through one of the walls in front of them. It stands around 9 feet tall and is vaguely shaped as a bald humanoid, only much bulkier. Its right hand ends in a giant, gnarled claw. In between its piercing red eyes is a unit number, TY-1811420. Before the task force can even begin to attack, it is upon them, cutting through five of the surviving squad members with a single swipe of its giant claw. Devil, vampire, and valkyrie entrails fly through the air as the shocked forces try to counterattack. Bullets, blades, and magic of every form they can muster don't seem to slow it down at all. If they're doing any damage, it's not showing. Seeing the situation going to hell, two of the devils grab Shulmor by his arms and begin to retreat from the alley in an effort to escape with their lives. Shulmor, horrified by this development, can only look at the mindless death machine with awe. "Such a lust for organics!" he cries, yelling "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" as the devils get him out of there.
The robot is still on the hunt, and jumps 80 feet into the air. It lands in the midst of the retreating devils, striking them down. Shulmor is barely able to dodge its claw, but the attack destroys Menek's sniper rifle and his portable communication relay. The resulting explosion launches Shulmor back into a wall and briefly staggers the machine. Stumbling to his feet and coughing blood from the impact, Shulmor does the only thing he can against this monstrosity. He runs. So begins a pattern of Shulmor running through the desolate city as the seemingly unstoppable robot hunts him. He shoots at it as much as he can, but even the most precisely placed shots, swiftly executed shotgun counters from point blank, and assaults of antipaladin magic do little more than briefly stun it, on the rare occasions they do anything at all. Shulmor is getting worn out, and with its ability to burst through walls or jump in from blocks away, the close calls are becoming more and more prevalent. He can't keep this up.
Shulmor eventually finds himself herded into a munitions factory, pushed back to the scaffolding over a vat of molten iron. He can't defeat the machine in a straight battle, but as he stands backed to an edge, he realizes that he can use his evasion to his advantage. He backs up to the very edge of the scaffolding, and as the machine lunges for the kill, dodges around it. For a moment it's slightly off balance, and in that moment Shulmor rushes it, slamming into it with all his strength and firing his shotgun point blank with all the slinger's power his can muster. The last ditch attack is enough to send it falling into the vat. Unfortunately, it soon splashes to the surface, the molten iron seeming to chip away at its surface paint a bit, but not doing real harm. Shulmor runs before it can escape, looking for the room where most of the ammo and explosives are prepared. Sure enough, he finds what he's looking for and with a few bullets, he's able to begin a chain reaction that will blow the entire factory sky high.
Shulmor barely gets out in time as the factory explodes behind him. If not for his supernatural reflexes, the blast would have been fatal, but he is able to dodge the entirety of the wave and shrapnel. Surrounded by burning debris, he'll have to fly over it to escape, but the imminent threat is over. Or so he thought until the machine bursts out of the flaming debris in front of him. It's on fire, missing an eye and has a fair portion of its internal workings exposed, but it doesn't seem to be slowing down at all. With a roar, it's upon Shulmor again.
Unable to escape the debris and knowing that it will grab him if he tries to fly away, Shulmor makes a last stand against the robot. To his credit, the explosion seems to have stripped away some of its defenses as his bullets seem to be staggering it with more frequency, but it just won't stay down. Conversely, a single direct hit of its claw will mean certain death for Shulmor, and a few near hits have already drawn a fair amount of blood.
It seems all is lost when a shadowy silhouette appears atop the wreckage. With the lack of lighting up there and the deadly robot in his face, he can't make out who it is, other than that it appears to be a woman, possibly wearing one of Loki's uniforms. Were he not in the heat of combat, he'd find that odd as he doesn't recall anyone else from his squad surviving. Someone from another force, perhaps?
"Here, use this!" She says, throwing a large, cylindrical device down to where Shulmor and the robot are. "Wait, who are you?" Shulmor asks as he tries to find an opening to grab the new weapon, but she is already gone. Upon picking it up, he realizes that it's a rocket launcher of Zerome's making. It courses with divine energy, and by the looks of it, apparently fires a concentrated blast of deific power. Hefting the device up and aiming at the machine, Shulmor says "There's only room for one tyrant in this world, you mechanical beast." The energy blasts out as a rocket, instantly vaporizing the robot that had harried him so. With that single shot, the launcher is empty.
Finally safe, Shulmor collapses to his knees. His entire strike team has been wiped out, but he has survived without grave injuries. It is a pity that he's lost all contact with the fleet, as this launcher could prove invaluable through reverse engineering. His only option at this point is to trudge into the capital proper and rendezvous with Satra and the other SAED agents. Walking along, he prepares to make Zerome fall.
((Shulmor's lacking in the buff department. He can put true shot on himself and someone else, but other than that, he'll be dependent on others for buffs. He could most use something that will boost AC or general survivability, though attack boosts or boosts to dex/cha would be good too.
I'll be doing another write up later, but for now, sleep time.))