Debris fell, like a shining metallic rain as the Most Dangerous Soldier's efforts proved fruitful. The remains of Junius Seven would not fall upon the island nation of the ORB Union, much to the annoyance of Chairman Azrael, who had skipped out on an irrelevant meeting between his inferiors within LOGOS and whatever shadowy crap equivalent those freaks in the PLANTs had.

In another place, Aaron Gentles looked on with disdain as his work over the past several weeks proved largely useless. His grand scheme had failed, the target had been missed by the utterly massive weapon wielded against it. Saved by the attack quite literally being swatted to the side.

Honestly, a colony drop. How were you supposed to counter something that damn huge? The failure of the attack simply boggled the mind.With that thought lingering in his mind, the hundreds of pieces of debris fell towards the planet below, igniting with the flames of reentry. Almost idly, the Guild Tech checked the instruments of his Astray for the projected impact site of the remaining...remains. 

"San Francisco, huh..." He couldn't pretend to have any affection for the city, but that the projected casualties had gone from a cool several hundred million to a little over 400,000 struck Aaron as a profound waste of resources. Not that he wasn't getting paid anyway (unlike the mercenaries), but he had spent a lot of time setting up those GN Drives, dammit. And in the end, the only one of his fallback options that had been of any use had been that annoying child of theirs

An annoying child flying in his lone customized construction Astray with a Mirage Colloid spreader device equipped, already returning to the [i]Nava-Hoe[/i]

Almost idly, Aaron stuck around to watch the fireworks, as the firey rain of death hurtled down upon an unsuspecting populace.

Without warning, the air above San Francisco was filled with the shrieks of metal tearing at terminal velocity.

The molten downpour fell into skyscraper and high rise alike, leveling them much like an anti-matter cannon's work in miniature. The droplets of steel and cement, built to withstand forces far greater than the earth's atmosphere, sizzled and broke apart, falling upon the city's hapless innocents like an ash of searing agony. Screams rose from the ground as one, a chorus of pain that did nothing in the face of the shrieks of death falling upon them from above.

Drawn down by Earth's gravity, the irony of Junius Seven's history took a final, bloody turn as the colony exacted a dark vengeance upon the world that had refused to allow it to take flight. A dark reflection of Icarus, the melted wings of mankind's folly fell upon young and old, man and woman alike, making the ends of those who suffered a direct impact a blessing in disguise compared to the utter agony of their neighbors who survived long enough to breath in the firey ash that fell upon them.

Hills were cleaved and bays were boiled, the magnificent Golden Gate, so long a symbol of hope with a dark side, would be forever painted by the dark brush of death of history. An errant strike rent the bridge in half, sending it's pieces tumbling into the depths, along with those unfortunates who had merely been passing through, but unable to move swiftly enough to escape.

Flame and despair descended upon San Francisco, none were safe. Without distinction. Without Mercy. Without Hope. All fell before the death falling from the heavens, a scene of massacre that could only be described in the vaguest terms, for no language could do the scene justice. Homes simply exploded, seemingly for no reason other than to kill those who had taken refuge from the death that lurked outside their simple four walls. Streets were littered with the dead and dying, their wails driving any with the presence of mind to hear to lose whatever sanity they had left.

Despair ran rampant through the streets, almost as surely as death followed in it's wake, paving the way on the countless bodies of the homeless. Those who had but hours ago known only innocence saw it robbed from them in their final moments, none of them comprehending the reasons for why such cruelty had to befall them. The sky turned red, and the storm of flame and steel continued unabated, raining death and destruction in a neat circle, falling entirely upon the City By the Bay. No longer a place of hope. No longer a bustling metropolis.

No longer even a shadow of it's former self.

Only a twisted monument to mankind's cruelty and thoughtlessness, it's consequences, and it's hopelessness. 

"Meh." Aaron said, watching the proceedings through his monitors, "Better luck next time I guess."