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Brilliant, the pressure sensors in the cement, as well as any motion sensors in the trenches or elsewhere on the surface, were avoided expertly.



As per security protocal, there were recorders in place to identify unapproved access to the ventilation shafts. Of the three security rooms monitering that section of the building, two staff members would hear a loud bang on the live recording, the ventilation system was designed to be silent, purring like a kitten, so at least one of the staff would take note and send a report through the other security station about the unverified noise in the ventilation shaft. It would take a few minutes before anyone decided what action should be taken, if any.

Going down into the vent, they would come across a drop into rather large fan room, and if they weren't carefull how they landed, a rather large fan rolling at some insane number of RPM would make quick work of them. The only safe place to land would be the far corners of the room, and getting to them would be hard, as the ceiling opened outward from the vent hole. If the fan could be circumvented, there were other narrow vents traveling through the outer ring, and a few that reached into the second ring.



They were at the front lobby, Evan might have recognized it, the place where he had his final chat with Yaits. There was a receptionist working at on of the desks, a security guard in white with purple stripes, and a some young research assistant going over work in the more relaxed atmosphere of the night time lobby.

The research assistant was going over formulas, there were also sketches of some freakish looking cyborg soldiers with beam cannons in the place of the left arm. He worked in silence.

The guard was leaning over at the desk and eyeing the receptionist, a comely middle aged woman.

"It's unfortunate, but Debbie and I decided it would be best for both of us if we did our own things."

"I'm sorry to hear that,"

"I cared a lot for her, I don't know what happened, hey, it was really nice talking to you. Can I give you my phone number?"

There was a crash, the sound of broken glass hitting the floor, the guard spun around and aimed his Desert Eagle, looking for targets, if they had advanced optical camo, he wouldn't see anything, he wasn't trained to see the waves of diverted light created when someone was using that type of cloaking. So he would approach the area where the glass had fallen, carefully, looking up towards the hole in the skylight.

The receptionist would take cover under the desk.

The scientist's reaction depended on the camo, if they were sight camoflauged it would take him a while to figure out what was going down, and he would stare toward the guard casually, if not, he would fall backwards, taking the chair with him, and duck for cover.

If they weren't wearing optical camo, he would fire on sight. Regardless, every camera and scanning device in the lobby went into overtime. Infrared scans, thermal scans, optical scans, camera scans, all would be sent back to every possible security station. It wouldn't be long before the automated defenses came to life over their position.

Most likely they had arrived, and with quite the entrance.

It was never in the plans to hide the army. One can't really hide an army of that size anyway. The look on their faces when that army suddenly vanishes from the desert and reappears in the city - priceless. Chaszmyr figured they should be showing up anytime now, since he had already dropped off the package, and the contingency spell placed on it should have activated the rune and sent out the beacon.

"They are truly monsters," the drow said in regards about the Leviathans. Personally, they looked more like goliaths than leviathans to him, but who was he to judge.

"Something the matter?" he asked, when they responded to the calls that he didn't hear. By the tones of their voices, it seemed there was some kind of concern. "It looks like you're quite busy here. Perhaps I will come back on a less hectic day. I've much to do as well and did not plan on staying for this long."

* * *

Wherever the package went, the undead were likely to follow. As such, the Horde - the forces on the ground were at least 30,000 - would suddenly appear around the pentagonal corporate headquarters building. All Hell would be unleashed. The skeletal warriors would begin attacking anything in their path, scattering into the streets of the city, while Plague Zombies polluted the air with their noxious, toxic odor while they shuffled around, looking for somebody to eat. Undead mages hurled fireballs through the air, setting rooftops on fire. They attacked everything around them except for the corporate building itself.

The two airships appeared in the skies over Yaits City at almost the same instant, slowly circling around like carrion awaiting their next meal to die. Dual-barrel turrets moved out from the sides of the hulls, turning and pointing down at the corporate building, raining down with streaking projectiles of energy. What little damage it did, if any, would likely be a factor after the building's structure has been taking it for a while longer. For now, it was just for diversionary purposes.

"This isn't the city!" The Black General yelled, as he looked down from the airship onto the battle below.

"General, coordinates confirmed," said a robed necromancer looking over a map with several others. "We are approximately thirty kilometers south of the target. The package must have been moved."

"Bloody hell," the death knight grumbled, "Leave a strike force here and send everyone else to the city."

Orders were sent through the ranks. All but one battalion of the massive Horde, which would remain behind to destroy the facility after killing everyone inside it and taking anything of importance, began moving north. The ones who remained stormed into the research lab.

"Mr. Withers, charge the main cannon once we are in range," the Black General ordered.

The Draconis dropped to a low altitude, about a thousand feet off the ground. The cannon housed inside the open maw of the dragon head that decorated the front of the ship began to glow, becoming brighter as the Dragon Cannon charged up. Fifteen kilometers. Ten. Five.

"Sir, we are in range."

"Fire!"

Swooping down over the desert sand, a big, bright beam of fiery crimson energy would be fired from the Draconis' main cannon. Searing fire at least 5,000 Kelvin would streak across the desert, cutting a clean, smooth path for the Horde and incinerating anything that might be waiting for them ahead, eventually blasting the wall protecting the city (if there is one; if not, it'll probably just make a huge explosion and take out some buildings).

The other airship, The Storm Over Gaia, remained at it's original altitude, once more becoming enshrouded in dark thunderclouds.

* * *

Something is wrong, the drow thought. Where is the Horde? Damn, I knew we should've just burrowed up from underground instead. Nobody ever listens to me.

"I'm sorry, doctor. I must be leaving now." Twisting the ring on his finger, the drow vanished.

They hadn't been diverted to empty desert for nothing.

A squad of five Flying Serpant fighter had closed in on the Draconis by this time. There would be no warning as the super fast, next generation, stealth fighters closed in. One missile from each plane would lock in on the beastly Draconis (Dirigable, blimp right?), Ripping the slow beast apart, aft, rear, stern, and cannon each taking direct hits from the Jorgan Air-to-Air missiles. The air ship would be ripped apart and sent back to earth, the FS fighters would be well out of range before there was even an explosion.

Fifteen Sven-5 stealth bombers, escorted by another ten Flying Serpants, would drop their payloads on the advancing undead army, seventy five tons of incindiary and high explosive ordinance would hit the desert floor with pinpoint accuracy, incinerating and disintigrating massive sections of the undead army from the safety of the skies. And once the first run was done, another wave of the same number would follow it up within minutes.

Explosions lit the night sky to the south of Yaits city.

Unfortunately, the thing, along with the dragon statue, would be incinerated as well.

((No. Same type of ship as the one from Tales of Destiny... only modified. No blimp. I'll link a better picture if I can find one...))

The Draconis wasn't exactly undefended. The mages aboard that had teleported the ship across the desert would be shooting those missiles out of the sky as soon as the stealth craft made themselves known. They may be invisible on radar, but not to the naked eye. Fireballs and missiles of arcane energy would leap out from the tips of wands, streaking from the ship to intercept the missiles. Though the explosions were close, the damage was only minor. The beam cannon would take care of the rest, and dual-barrel manned turrets would slide out from the sides of the hull, returning fire.

From overhead, the thunderclouds that enveloped The Storm Over Gaia began flashing. Lightning bolts streaked out of the clouds, striking a bomber or fighter whenever one passed by underneath it. The clouds would begin dissipating as The Storm rained suppressive fire down upon the bombers and fighters.

An losses sustained on the ground forces would be insignificant; they would be replaced soon enough anyway. The bombs that got past the energy beam and detonated on the ground would send the remaining forces into a dead sprint for the city.

* * *

A globe of darkness, twenty feet in radius, engulfed the security checkpoint where Chaszmyr's weapons were being kept. The guards, likely taken by surprise and blinded, would possibly not notice the dark elf suddenly behind one of them, hand suddenly around the guard's chin and back of his head, giving it a sharp, snapping twist. The guard's firearm would be taken, and shots would be fired at the other guard, though whether or not Chaszmyr actually hit him somewhere fatal was anyone's guess. Regardless, the guard would die sooner, if not later, but not before the darkness expired. Once it would, the drow's gear and weapons, along with those of the guards, would be gone.