Julius shared some brief farewells with the remainder of his comrades Private Patrick O'Brien, Corporal Geraldine Sharpe and Private Owen Daily. They were all that was left and their job was done, it would be a small miracle if any of them survived but more than one... it was improbable. He choked back the tears and took a deep breath he had trained beside these men and women and so many more but in the end it hadn't been enough. They'd failed, but they had their orders and they reset their equipment for a jump well outside safety parameters which would hopefully take them outside of the blast zone. He didn't like the orders but he had been trained to follow. This was the end for them the last of the 175th Albion Light Infantry. The warning klaxons blared and he turned to the others before activating the controls he said his last words and smiled "It's been an honour."<br/><br/>He triggered the teleport likely scattering his molecules across the continent but he didn't by some twist of fate or hand of god that was not the last moment in his life. Pain seared through him agony rolling through his flesh and bones feeling as if he was being torn apart and then put back together by some mad man over and over again. He couldn't think, couldn't breath as the agony continued and then as unexpectedly as it began it ended.<br/><br/>The HUD on his goggles outlined rooftops dispositions of nearby individuals and other useful information but this wasn't what he noticed, pain shot into his eyes as he screamed grabbing at the goggles before darkness overtook him. For a moment he thought he had gone blind but then he could make out faint shapes. Lifting the goggles he could see, it was blurry but he could see. He looked through them but they were dead, clearly malfunctioning. He took a deep breath and felt the rain on his face... he was alive but where the hell was he. Briefly he looked for the others but he was on a balcony a few stories up. Without his goggles he couldn't pinpoint where he was and looked at the architecture, it looked European but he blinked trying to clear his vision. His hand fell onto a railing and he used it to steady himself. His whole body tingled and he vomited over the edge before falling to his knees.His hand still holding the railing above him he laughed, he Julius Heisenberg had beaten the odds and survived. He lifted his head to the sky as the cold drops landed on his face lost in his revelry for a few moments.<br/><br/>Soon enough he became aware of a commotion nearby, there was a fight taking place but he didn't recognize the uniforms and without his goggles the short range unit identifiers couldn't be picked up. He checked them again but they were dead. He'd have to get them fixed. Taking a deep breath he tried to asses the situation, checking over his other gear. He might want to go easy on the teleports for the moment, his shield system was working as was his Schrodinger Pattern Handgun as far as he could tell. A group of individuals was fighting some kind of armoured individual, a man or perhaps a robot possibly. Maybe this was the enemy, they might have found some way to remove whatever cloaking abilities the damn things had.<br/><br/>There was no need to jump to conclusions he knew, he needed more information. A crowd was watching the fight inside a crater as the eclectic band fought the armoured being. First thing is first he couldn't just jump in there without more information, he looked around and saw another building closer to the scene, a short jump and he could have a closer look at the combatants. Activating it he blinked when he found himself on the ground not in a building and he was in the middle of a crater... oh no- he closed his eyes before turning and saw a woman in black giving orders to some of the other unusually dressed individuals and looked at the armoured figure. He no longer had the luxury of making an assessment regarding the situation and he had to pick a side... in the end it was simple, the people around him fighting the armoured being were all apparently human, the being was possibly human. There would be no way to get out of this as an unknown force safely since his ability to jump could have him appear anywhere it seemed.<br/><br/>He drew his pistol and tipped his hat to the nearest one who appeared to be wearing a cowboy hat. "Alons-y!" He opened fire with the pistol yellow light given off as a byproduct of the unstable particles projected by the pistol disappearing into the armour of the armoured creature. He wasn't sure if it was doing any damage. The weapons capacity against this unknown armour pattern was uncertain, perhaps it bypassed it as it would do with basic physical material up to a point or perhaps it had internal force fields or was made out of some unknown material. Still he blasted away moving towards cover as he did before shouting over his shoulder to the Cowboy but really not caring who answered. "I say anyone able to tell me where I am?"