War of Lightning and Thunder

Hong Kong, China at the Warhammer HQ

“God’s Gift” Jeremiah Vastrix sits at a desk in a white room. A Chinese scientist named Cao Zexi stands across the room from Jeremiah with a white mask in his hands. Dots of light shine upon Zexi’s face.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Tell me about this mask. Why should I buy it?

Zexi lifts the mask to show Jeremiah the outside of the mask. Pure white in color that reflects the light well.

CAO ZEXI: Powder coated titanium with a layer of gel coating on the inside to provide cooling comfort. The straps are leather with powder coated buckles.

Jeremiah nods, holding out his hand. Zexi hands the mask over to him and he flips it over to look at the different neon lights running through different circuits.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Color me curious, but why does a protective mask need to have all of this flashing little lights?

CAO ZEXI: The technology in the mask is built to enhance the capabilities of the cybernetic eye. An upgrade to the tech inside your skull without actually having to mess with the tech in there. You know, so the eye won’t explode.

Jeremiah nods yet again, lighting up a cigarette, and leaning back in the chair.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: So it’ll give me an even greater edge in life and in the ring, but why should I buy it from you? The capabilities of the mask and such would just be used in the service of my enemies.

CAO ZEXI: It also shields your eye from incoming transmissions while you have the mask on. In other words-

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: They can’t blow me up while I have the mask on? You should have led with that statement. I would have bought with that capability alone! I’ll take it.

CAO ZEXI: It will also block transmissions to and from the eye unless you allow it so you cannot be spied upon.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes, placing the mask into place.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Jesus Christ! JUST TAKE MY MONEY ALREADY!

Cao Zexi holds up a smart phone with a bitcoin wallet opened up to the qr code. Jeremiah begins to open his phone, but sees that he can accept a bluetooth connection between cybernetic eye, mask, and phone. He syncs it all up and scans the code with his eye.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Sending. Thank you so much. Now, I need to take care of some things.

---

The Wall at the location that Jeremiah recorded the video as Valora to blow a hole in it.

Jeremiah Vastrix looks down the barrel of a heavy sniper rifle on a rooftop three miles away from the location. His cybernetic eye gives him essentially a point blank view of his target.

Tuzoch the Dark Night, though his real name is Yalim Ago. A man inside the bio-organic power armor of Atalar Robotics that is “overseeing” security of the repair site. His armor makes him resemble a minotaur of ancient mythology.

Jeremiah takes aim, not for the head of the monster, but for the head of the man that lies somewhere within the chest cavity of the creature.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: While it is true that I should keep up the facade of being under their control, at the moment I can do what is right. Fuck you, Aktas!

Yes, this will be a record shot, but it’s not hard to understand. The rounds in Jeremiah’s sniper rifle are called Bolt Rounds and are a recent invention of the Warhammer Corporation for military contracts. Essentially small missiles, the rounds are rocket propelled to sink into the target and then explode.

Jeremiah breathes in and then pulls the trigger.

A few seconds later, the shot penetrates the chest of the minotaur armor, enters into Yalim’s skull, and explodes.

People around the repair site begin to panic and run everywhere as Tuzoch the Dark Night falls to its knees and then onto its face. Blood pours out of the hole in the chest.

Jeremiah packs the gun away with a smile hidden behind the mask. He stashes the pack onto his back, slips off of the roof, and onto a motorcycle headed for parts unknown.

Jeremiah laughs as he monitors the news that Mexicans are streaming through the wall since the security guard is dead.

---

Outside of Atalar Robotics where there is a winding road that leaves the secluded facility. Three semi-trucks are leaving with the supplies needed to help create an army of power armored soldiers.

Johnny Melange watches the only bridge going in and out of the grounds.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Mother fuckers thinking that they can threaten me and Jeremiah? Fuck them guys.

Atalar Robotics that had been purchased from Sebastian Jalabert, Director of Warhammer North America, had been given over to President Ronald MacStrump in order for the company to be punished for their actions in the terrorist attack in Las Vegas.

The company was instead given security contracts, despite their policy of testing their prototype power armors by posing as Gods with powers beyond the mortal realm.

This shipment would make forty power armored soldiers. Forty “Gods” in the employ of the United States Government.

Johnny considers the kind of damage that forty such beings could do and shakes his head.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Not on my fucking watch.

The first of the three semis gets onto the bridge, but Johnny waits and watches. The second one gets onto the bridge, but nothing. Once the third truck is on the bridge and the three have reaches about the center point, Johnny acts.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Should have protected the one bridge in and out of your fucking place, dipshits.

Johnny hits a red button on a remote control in his hand, watching with a certain amount of glee as a series of explosions rip the bridge apart. The trucks carrying volatile chemicals and equipment, follow in the series of explosions that render the bridge into small pieces.

Johnny gets out his cell phone with a laugh, making a phone call.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Those fuckers won’t be driving any goods out of their facility any time soon! Air lifting only in their future!

A few miles away sitting in a large truck capable of firing a barrage of heat seeking missiles, Jeremiah answers the phone with his cybernetic eye.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Great! I’ll be ready for them if they try to do an airlift.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Shouldn’t you get ready for your match alongside Abraxis against Valora and her sidekick?

Jeremiah rolls his eyes with a laugh.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I don’t think that I need to get ready to be insulted and threatened for my lack of belief in the fact some bit of rotten whale blubber is some kind of god worthy of worship.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Threatened?

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Yeah. Despite the fact that he and Mudcock are currently enemies, Dummeroff claims to have the codes to be able to detonate the bomb inside the cybernetic eye. I currently have it blocked, but the mask can be removed.

JOHNNY MELANGE: I guess then we just continue the war against Atalar. I’m going to move out before they start searching for me.

Jeremiah keeps watch, but then sees a power armor rising from the grounds. A winged humanoid with feathers, clawed feet, and one could only assume hidden weapons. It was one of Atalar’s Gods, Jacon Lunden. Though he preferred to be known as Fagrekhy Bloodshadow.
He is joined in the air by nearly a dozen more shapes. Where Fagrekhy is nearly ten feet tall, these others are more human sized in the range of seven feet.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: I would get going. They have a number of Kivunez class power armors heading your way! I’m going to take out what I can, but assume they get by me.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Kevin class? What the fuck? Speak English!

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Think Angels with heavy weapons!

JOHNNY MELANGE: Oh since you put it that way...fuck me!

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Relax and pray to one of your gods. I got this covered!

Jeremiah takes aim with the missile launcher on the back of the truck and releases a volly. There is screaming in the air that carries for miles as the bird power armors are struck down with explosions of fire, blood, and fury.

Except for the fact that it did not get all of them and the truck only has one volley. Bloodshadow escapes the explosions unscathed with five of his flock. Shadows loom over Jeremiah’s truck as Bloodshadow and two of the units descend.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Three of them heading your way. Going dark!

Johnny answers with a muffled curse as he puts the pedal to the metal to try to escape. Jeremiah hops out of the truck with a look of defiance.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Boodytampon! It’s so good to see you!

Fagrekhy lands in front of the truck, a wide smile on his beak. The two others land to his sides, squawking to one another.

FAGREKHY BLOODSHADOW: You know my name, Jeremiah. You won’t be surviving after today after what you have done.

Fagrekhy motions with a clawed hand, but then looks put out that Jeremiah’s head doesn’t explode.

FAGREKHY BLOODSHADOW: What nonsense is this?

Jeremiah taps the white mask with a hidden grin.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: That won’t be an option for you, winged pad. Nor will calling home. I have all my bases covered.

Fagrekhy begins to raise an arm with a weapon bursting from the forearm with a shower of blood, but Jeremiah is quicker on the draw with a heavy revolver. A spinning drill bit looking round is fired from the gun to strike the weapon as it fires.

The weapon explodes, destroying the arm of the power armor with the arm of Jacon with it.

Jeremiah fires off three more shots in quick succession at the stunned group, taking each of his opponents in the head.

Fagrekhy’s soldiers fall quickly as their head aligned with the head of the power armor. Fagrekhy falls to his knees, blinded by the catastrophic damage done to the sensor array. Blood pours out from the severed arms, both real and layer of organic material.

FAGREKHY BLOODSHADOW: You cannot defeat us all.

Jeremiah puts the gun away and retrieves a combat knife that vibrates with a monomolecular edge.

JEREMIAH VASTRIX: Maybe not, but I’ve defeated you today and that makes me happy.

Fagrekhy’s dying scream merges with that of Johnny Melange’s scream as the car he’s driving takes into the air over a country road intersection that has a bit of a hill to it. He dodges to the left and to the right as the sky rains explosive rounds from the three winged power armors in the sky above him.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Maybe you can give up the chase now!

Johnny slams on the brakes as the three power armors land right in front of him.

JOHNNY MELANGE: Beep! Beep!

One of the Kivunez units pulls Johnny out of the car and slams him against the hood like he was being arrested.

KIVUNEZ A: Who are you working with? Where are your allies?

KIVUNEZ B: Let’s just kill him and be done with it.
A bullet tears through this unit’s head, showing everyone around with blood, bone, and metallic shards. They look, but there’s no time to react as Valora Salinas takes the other two out. She points her weapon at Johnny with a cruel smile.

VALORA SALINAS: It’s about time we talked…

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