A droning noise is heard. The aurora of the sky turns sanguine. A much deeper, more richer, hue as the Citadel itself awakens with the fury of a behemoth. Those upon the rooftops may gleam synthetic arm of both pre-war and strider alike marching out in unison. The stars blot out by dozens of synthetic airfreights and gunships.
Dispatch broadcasts "PROTOCOL ORDER EXECUTION: 6-6-1-0-DELTA-FOXTROT -- 6-6-1-0-DELTA-FOXTROT -- 6-6-1-0-DELTA-FOXTROT."
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***' ---- EMERGENCY ALERT INITIATED. ADMINISTRATIVE CONTROL SUBVERTED TO LOCATION: SUMMIT-24. PLEASE STAND BY. ----
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "I guess that its time for the speech."
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "Greetings, I am the Adjucant of Sector 10."
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "Sector Administration has been observing the ongoing circumstances in City Twenty-Four."
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "Due to the complete collapse of sociostablity in City Twenty-Four. I act in the manner which is determined under the last resort tenets of Advisorial Assistance Act and through the direct authority of Sector Administration and with the blessing of Global Administration."
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "Without a doubt it is a complete shame that this action needs to be taken. However, this city continues to be a stain on this adminstration."
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "To protect Summit 24. Thus we declare...
Alfonso Morterero broadcasts "Attention All Autonomous Units: *Total Rendition* is now in effect."
Dispatch broadcasts "ATTENTION. TOTAL RENDITION PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT. COOPERATE WITH LOCAL OVERWATCH FORCES IMMEDIATELY, FAILURE TO COMPLY IS GROUNDS FOR IMMEDIATE AMPUTATION."
Dispatch broadcasts "ATTENTION. TOTAL RENDITION PROTOCOLS IN EFFECT. COOPERATE WITH LOCAL OVERWATCH FORCES IMMEDIATELY, FAILURE TO COMPLY IS GROUNDS FOR IMMEDIATE AMPUTATION."
It is not rescue. It is a pyrrhic victory. The lancing ionic cannons of striders tear buildings erected in the victorian in half like putty. The fire of the gunships strike like hellions, similarly lancing such devastating blows. Even within the very sanctuary of the nexus, however fragile, buildings are ground to dust like a child toppling a sandcastle.
The Combine have truly awoken. And they are naught to allow City Twenty Four to suffer this incursion further. Screams and cries alike fill the air and radio of both Metropolitan and Civilian. There is indiscriminatory targeting outside the nexus immediacy. No one is spared the reminder of the might of interdimensional conquerors.
Total Rendition is in effect and all of the Helicopters have left the Nexus. They will have to work out another way to get out...
