War Log–Washington DC
The scent of war was in the very air of the streets of DC. The people gathered in the rooftops, in basements. Fearing the worst of all. Outside, all anyone could hear was the stamping of boots on concrete, the click of rifles hitting against the soldier's legs. Kane's army were humans with his chosen favorite warrior experiments interspersed. Hos won generals, as he had appointed himself Commander Kane, stood at the front of his army with no fear. He believed in his might. His smile only getting bigger as the group of Omega's people he recognized approached. Kane's lips curled as his eyes landed on Thane. "Old friend. Have you come to surrender?" Kane said. Thane looked at him with a smile. "Why would I?" Thane said, cocking his head. "You're going to lose." He said.
Kane's hands went to his hips, where Thane knew his daggers lay. No fear lay in Kane's eyes. He was always so sure of his victory. Thane was glad he would be the one to destroy him, once and for all. "What do I have to fear?" Kane said. "It would seem the experiments have left you," Kane said, gesturing at Thane's army of resistance soldiers. "I have never feared an Omega and I won't now." He said and flung the daggers toward Thane. The daggers arrested in the middle of the two companies. An unholy wind blew through the two opposing forces. Kane's army as one raised their rifles toward the Omegas when their hands suddenly shook and they dropped them. Kane took a step back and turned hearing the sudden beat of footsteps on concrete, his eyes widened as he saw an assortment of men and women, the gangs of DC, at the front of the line stood Elliot, Lena, and another experiment whose name had escaped him who was responsible for dropping the weapons.
Lean raised her sword in the air. "FOR THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH!" she said. The Resistance fighters on Thane's side raised their weapons and yelled back. "FOR THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH!" they yelled triumphantly and then ran meeting Kane's men and fought with steel and iron, flesh and bone. Equal in battle, the way their bodies were not. Kane still stood watching, his eyes furious. "What is this?" Kane said, his voice murderous. Thane stepped up to him a sword and dagger in each hand.
"Proof that history doesn't repeat. You won Saytara by treating the Omega's like they were nothing. You tried to do the same to the resistance. Thinking they would bow like the Omega's did." Thane said. Kane looked back at him furiously. "The Humans refused to bow," Thane said. Kane's eyes glittered with hate.
"THEN THEY WILL ALL FALL!" Kane said and struck at Thane with a gleaming black blade that Thane easily fended off the blade and struck back. Sounds of steel and iron could be heard behind them, the sounds of flesh on flesh, while somewhere off in the distance the strains of a violin could be heard.
War Log- Aimee
Aimee leaned against the wall of the courtyard. Somewhere in the far distance, she could hear the slash of sword and spear, of flesh meeting flesh. The war had started deep in DC. Eventually, Kane would realize that no help would come from the White House. They had bigger things to deal with.
Jackson and Kia gestured from ahead, and Aimee gestured behind to Victoria and the other members of the militia who had volunteered for this particular mission. Wesley stood beside Aimee as they approached the White House corridors that were empty. Jackson and Kia's team had made their presence known and their targets obvious. Aimee held a dagger in each hand, her mind going to the last goodbye. Lena and Elliot were going to confront Kane, and Emily had left with Lucy and the twins to take down the remaining Alpha outposts.
Aimee had thought Wesley would join Lena as well, but he had held steadfast in joining her. As they went deeper in the White House, they found what remained of the Secret Service, battling Jackson and Kia's team. Thankfully, the guns were discarded, and it was mostly hand to hand. Aimee threw her daggers, felling two soldiers, pulling out her staff and extending it, cutting a path to the oval office. Her brother Avraham was one of the most stubborn people she had ever met. She knew he would let anyone make him hide. Aimee opened the door, narrowly missing the Chinese star that flew past her, her hands went to her waist and she threw a dagger before she threw herself behind one of the no longer pristine white couches for cover.
"Hey Avraham, bad day?" Aimee yelled, grinning as her older brother let out a stream of curses. "I should've known that this raucous was you're doing," Avraham muttered. Aimee heard the sound of a spear retracting. "So tell me, was it your idea to kill father, or is that something Kane decided?" Aimee said. "Father grew a bit of a conscience in his old age," Avraham said.
"Your many exploits didn't help." He added pointedly. Aimee stood carefully, looking over at her brother. "You know I loved you more than anything. And yet you sold me as payment to an alien race." Aimee said, twirling her staff. Avraham stood brandishing an ornate spear. "If it makes you feel any better, father showed true regret on his face before I stabbed him through the heart," Avraham said as fury filled Aimee. "Guess it's your turn," Avraham said, moving to an attack stance. "Not if I get there first!" Aimee said, meeting her brother's spear in the middle of the Oval room.