OOC: Have no idea how much anti-matter you're using so... If you really did use enough to wipe the planet out you should probably have y'know... Given a bit more heads up.
Most of the missiles themselves were actually hit by the Anrufe's defensive rockets, but this proved to be of little value as the hit missiles ejected their warheads, launching them even faster towards the planet. As for the winds in the upper atmosphere, those proved unfortunately largely useless. Not because the warheads had enough momentum to get past the winds, or some technology that allowed them to bypass it or anything. No no no.
It was quite simply that the upper atmosphere was where they detonated.
Roughly half of the warheads were clearly nuclear, and definately not clean. In fact, it was almost as if the explosion was a secondary objective to simply saturating the atmosphere with nuclear fallout, the bombs designed to burst into as much of it as possible. If scanned however, the fallout wouldn't read as normal radioactive particles falling upon the planet. Apparently, the particles were antimatter.
The second half of the warheads, before detonated, would curiously appear to primarily be composed of Pseudo Magic Cores. Just prior to the actual detonation, they would release massive bursts of Pseudo-Magic Particles, saturating about two miles around each Warhead. Then, instead of a conventional detonation...They would ignite. And the flame would spread along the Pseudo Magic, and burn through the magic storm of the Anrufe's devising. Any survivors of the Battle of Violet, or who had watched its apocalyptic footage would instantly recognize the unholy flames eating their magic and burning their spells. The Mechera...They had weaponized [W1£Ðƒ1r3].
As the massive nuclear warheads erupted, EAMs were immediately deployed to meet and absorb the radiation in the upper-atmosphere. A blinding light spread over the horizon of the planet for miles and miles, probably visible over at least half the planet. The fact remained that among the radiation, which could be absorbed, there was anti-matter particles which could not, and the explosion was devastating as the matter-energy conversion took place. The radiation would be contained. But... The atmosphere would be completely destroyed. Heat would fill the atmosphere and the massive snow that coated the ground below would turn to water as the planet would begin to flood.
The next thing that started to occur was a startling display as the gasses around the planet and in the lower atmosphere started to flood outwards, ejected into space. To make a long story short, the oxygen around the planet was going to get
very, very thin quite soon if something weren't done -- and the temperatures would get
very, very hot. Luckily for the Anrufe, most of them were in underground bases, well protected with isolated life support. A transmission warning the Anrufe's allies of the dangers approaching would hopefully allow everyone time to get to safety.
Meanwhile, in low orbit, where the missiles had been hit by the countermissiles, a second broadcast was made by any and all of the missiles not completely wrecked and had transmission systems still online. This time they directly interfaced with the Anrufe systems, using backdoors and new hacking techniques directly devised sround the Anrufe's computer systems. Unless the Anrufe had completely changed all of their software, operating systems, everything since the Mechera's deal with Delta, they would be very vulnerable to this cyber warfare assault. Stragely however, all they did was plant a virus in the all but seconds they were in the Anrufe systems, and this virus did not actually shut down anything. Instead, they directly infested any and all AMR systems controlled by the Anrufe...And locked them online. They stopped accepting commands by the Anrufe personnel, and simply kept running online, setting up their AM-Killing fields and making them as large as possible.
The Anrufe, of course, noticed this and wondered how the Mechera had gotten past Anrufe and DAIS security in the systems. And why they'd chose to
expand the AMR fields. The Mecherans wanted magic, then. They wanted to make sure that no AM fields could interfere. Only, the Anrufe wanted the same thing. It was only when systems noticed the pseudo-magic attacking the goo from the disciple battle that the Anrufe realized what the Mecherans were up to. It didn't matter to them. They still had technology.
A young female Anrufe soldier had died somewhere on the surface below. Average soldier, and to everyone except one boy she was nothing special. You see, for the last eight years of her life, she had a sweetheart. This boy had been everything to her, after the Anrufe. The sad thing being, he didn't age. In her mind's eye it was as if he stayed in perfection and she left into the woes of reality.
As she bled out, none of this mattered. Her operational importance was negligible. Yet... this boy who was beside her when she took her fatal blow... howled in sorrow. Torn by the loss, even if it was a countless chain of many loves... with each one this boy gave every drop of his heart like a child's first entrancement with another.
A layer of water, 10 kilometers thick enclosed the upper atmosphere. winds in the lower atmosphere swish and turned becoming a storm of ludicrous wind speeds and gale force. Six hundred and sixteen pillars of flexible and tensile mix of molten and solid crust shot up in the sky, as the storm and the pillar become the elastic support for the upper layer of water.
The warheads exploded into this floating sea, as the seas responded as if a living thing, and encroached and swallowed the force of their explosion. As the psudeo-magic particles would only breach the upper 3 kilometers of sea, and it pushed out that layer into the void of space as if shedding skin. Expelling normal water mixed with all the radiation and pseudo-magic particles out way from the planet in a spherical ray.
The sea would be unaffected by the EAMs. Seeing as the chaos wasn't unfolding in the upper-atmosphere but in lower-orbit thanks to the floating sea, things would be considerably better in the long run, but even in lower-orbit the explosion would likely devastate the atmosphere of Violet. The soldier would no doubt receive a message over the Anrufe's psychic LAP communicators telling him to get underground as quick as possible.
"Well fuck me sideways." One of the Vice-Prophets said as the disaster in the atmosphere unleashed.
"Surge, what's the plan? Things are changing very quickly out there. Somebody else is here."
Surge's metal grid moved on largely unhindered. The metal was superheated, melting the ice and even the snow in the air around it. It started to wrap around Vionix soldiers, crushing them with incredibly hot searing metal, and continued to build a very tall grid around them and in the area around the bubble. The circumference around the bubble was completely consumed by the metal grid, and finally, the crazy mass of twisting wires ceased. It consumed a five mile radius and continued to glow red hot, resisting any snow attacks. Any snow attacks hitting the bubble itself had been tainted instantly, and their energy converted to making the bubble stronger.
"The plan?" Surge said with a smug grin, his words vibrated into existence.
"The plan is to destroy." Suddenly, his backpack activated again, the central red light spinning and humming. Slowly, music was heard through it, very, very faint at first. But Surge put up his hands, and his Wave Energy connected with the grid.Suddenly, the bass from the music became a palpable force, rocking the entire environment with surging force that would act like super powerful winds. Every bass hit and every screamed note was another strike. Surge poured his energy into it, anything within a 100 mile radius would get piss pounded by pure, surging, Wave energy. The metal acted as a magnifier, anyone trapped within it would be obliterated by the energy that physically pounded them and deafened them. Anything outside of the grid itself would be rocked by the physical manifestation of sound, powerful enough the tear limb from limb.
The four disciples in the sky, already injured by the blizzard, were killed by the waves.
The song provided a fitting theme to the entire battle.
Even as the Disciples attacks moved through the ground, the waves would be reflected by shielding of the underground bases. By now, most of the Anrufe personnel had gotten underground. No doubt some on the ground would be killed. The Disciples of Revenge would find the temperature rising en masse as all the gasses on the planet rose up into the atmosphere, ejected into orbit by the destruction of the atmosphere. Put simply, if the disciples didn't get to safety soon, they'd likely all die.
