Khellendrosiic

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Khell, your strength seems to be in creating dynamic and exciting fight sequences. Your weakness is that your characters are not as interesting when they're not busting heads.

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>_> <_< >_>

I knew there was a reason why I was going to a writing school for college. I guess that's one of em now.

*starts trying to pin down character's personalities....again*

Burning's post gave me an idea. I like doing two types of posts the best.

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"Twenty plus hostiles just outside, sir," whispered the TacOps to his sergeant.

"Damn," cursed the engineer. "Where the hell is the rest of the squad?"

"Don't know, sir. We got seperated when some magical darkness fell on us."

"Double damn, can you get in contact with command?"

"I've tried, sir, but the undead from that one portal haven't gone down yet and they're having trouble killing those toxin spitters."

"Those what?"

A green mist started floating under the cracks of the door of the darkened apartment room that the two Malta were taking cover in. The TacOps nervously looked at his superior and started to answer him when the mist reached him and instantly flowed up his body and into his mouth. The TacOps' eyes bulged as he choked on the substance and then he died.

"[censored]!" cursed the engineer as he unloaded his shotgun at the door, hoping to kill whatever had done that.

And the mist did retreat, but only long enough for a massive undead creature to bust down the door and loom over the operative. It's distended belly seethed with the green mist that had killed the other soldier and its arms were thick tentacles that whipped the air around it. It's head looked as though the flesh had melted from it, revealing patches of bone here and there.

The engineer lived long enough to scream.

((Introducing the Plaguebringer. It's plague mist is currently an extremely potent poison that can kill in seconds. However, the mist moves slowly and is easily recognizable. The tentacle arms are strong enough to rip a man in two, which is what happened to the luckless Engineer I demonstrated with. The Plaguebringer is the boss level creature of my undead army but there aren't that many of them, maybe about forty out of an army of several thousand.))

The Gunslinger looked down the narrow hallway that his cell was protecting and nodded in satisfaction. A heap of dead zombies was lying on the opposite end of the corridor and only three of the ten Claymores had been tripped as of yet.

"We need to keep this radio antenae working," the Gunslinger repeated to himself. "And so far it's a piece of cake."

The hallway was the only way up to the roof of the skyscraper that the radio antenae was on and the Malta operatives had held against every single assault so far. They had mostly lost contact with the ground fight, but that was ok. Once the zombies stopped coming, the Gunslinger would teleport his way down to the command center and look fore orders. And in the meantime...

"Soldier, get away from that window," the Gunslinger said to a TacOps that was looking out the window and into the streets below. "No sense in giving away our position to everything out there."

"Yes, sir," the Tac Ops replied as he turned around. "But I thought I saw something out there and-"

The Tac Ops explanation was cut off as something leaned out of the window and bit his head off. The headless corpse fell to the floor, giving the Gunslinger a good look at this newest monstrosity.

The undead was human-shaped but it seemed....elongated, stretched, somehow. The most notable attribute was the oversized jaw which could easily open wide enough to bite off a head. The limbs also looked longer, especially the fingers and toes, which now ended in long, vicious looking claws. The monster was also less fleshy than a zombie, its skin looking as though it was pulled taut over the extra length of bone it had to cover.

"Feast!" the undead growled in a guttural voice just before the bullets from almost a dozen freaked out Malta slammed into it.

"Rend!" it gurgled again as it weathered the storm of bullets, reaching forward to disembowel an Engineer before collapsing in a tangle of limbs.

"What the hell was that thing?" someone shouted.

"It's getting back up!" shouted someone else.

The Gunslinger's eyes widened as the monster pulled itself back to its feet and glared hungrily straight at him. The creature lunged forward lightning fast, but not faster than his gun arm, which put a bullet right between the thing's eyes. The undead hit the ground and skidded to a stop just in front of the Gunslinger who looked down at it and gave it a kick.

"See? We can still kill em."

"Rend and tear!"

"More of them!"

"Block the windows!"

"AAAaaahhhhh!!!"



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"Archlich."

"Yes?"

"I freaking love you, man."

"Heh."

Swaying side to side from the slightly bow-legged gait of the Daishi he and Archlich were riding, Toy looked behind him at the army that Archlich's idea had made possible.

Ten battalions of robots, an even thousand, marched in ranks of one hundred behind the vanguard of the three Daishis. Overhead, no less than ten squadrons of ten Jetbots flew, guarding half their number of Bomberbots, a bulkier, slower, and more deadly form of the Jetbot. The first four battalions consisted of nothing but Scavenger models, about 3/4s of them magically powered and provided with powerful protective magics. The other fourth were unupgraded survivors of the battle in the Outpost and were inferior to their magically powered brethern.

"Although I'm still a bit uneasy about this."

"Magic does not suit you well, android. Which is why I have not suggested this before hand."

The rest of the six hundred robots were composed of one Heavy Infantry Drone for every five Shotbots. The Heavy Infantry Drones were equipped with large racks of missile launchers and heavy support machine guns. They had to deploy stabilizing pylons from their legs in order to fire the machine guns, but the bullets could punch through just about anything short of an invulnerability tanker.

"I do have to say though, I'm liking this whole 'General Toy' thing."

"Of course."

The Shotbots were equipped for undead killing. A friend of Toy's had once remarked that shotguns get a +2 when shooting at undead and Toy certainly put that rule into effect with the Shotbot. Each forearm contained no less than four shotguns that could fire buckshot or solid shot, depending on the situation. They looked somewhat like a cross between protector bots and assault bots, with a size just a bit larger than a normal human and a pair of tesla coils on their backs. The coil allowed the Shotbot to use its one magically derived attack, the ability to fire a lightning bolt. While not in use, the coil was deactivated, only needed as a focus for the spell.

"You think the others can hold up their parts?"

"Why not reiterate your instructions?"

"Good idea."

The army was coming up upon one of Blightlord's cities, its skyscrapers stabbing into the sky like dozens of jagged knives. From here, Toy could just barely make out the shuffling forms of undead with his sensors on maximum magnification.

"Ok, people, listen up. We're going over the battle plan one last time.

Ghoul, Rosie, and Pstorm. You three are going to hang back until Archlich and Hand can force a hole in the defenders. At that point, I want you to use those stealth devices I gave you and slip through to the center of the city. Remember that the devices will burn out in five minutes, so move quickly. Archlich says that all the undead are being directed from the top of the tallest building and if we cut of their head, the body will be easy to take care of.

While you guys do that, Hand and Archlich will shift their attentions toward my front and help defeat Blightlord's army. Also, before the fight even begins, the Bomberbots will attempt to eliminate as many large gatherings of zombies as possible, while the Jetbots strafe any targets of opportunity.

Ok, that's it. Any questions?"

"I'm good," said Ghoul over the radio Toy had given all of them. "Just give me an opening and I can take it from there."

"I am prepared," Hand added.

Hand and Archlich were both on the leftmost Daishi, one of the laser and rifle equipped models, while Pstorm, Ghoul, and Rosie were on the other Daishi Prime, as Toy had started calling them. Toy was riding the Daishi A, the missile and artillery equipped model.

OOC: No, I'm not attacking right now. I want questions answered first. >_>

Although you probably can see the massive army of bright shining droids.


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I also enjoy coming up with realistic robots and then describing them to the lot of you. Essex knows what I'm talking about.

"Sir, could I see some identification?"

"Uh, yess- yes, officer."

"........."

"Isss-is there a problem?"

"Yes, there is. This card says your name is Radioactive Lizard, Security Level 15. However, when I run your profile through my scanner, I get a 'Wanted' marker."

"Uh...There mussst be sssome sssort of missstake then."

"I'm afraid not, sir. Now, then, if you refuse to cooperate I'm afraid my friends here will have to open fire. We can't allow villains free access to the Rogue Isles, after all."

"But...Ssscrew thisss! Eat this you damn Longbow [censored]!"

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"I [censored] hate Longbow," Charlie Murray, aka Radioactive Lizard, muttered to himself as he looked down at the orange Zig uniform that barely fit over his malformed legs.

"Don't we all, kid," grunted his cellmate. "But at least you weren't taken down by one of those goody-goody heroes. Some of those [censored] would be better off in here instead of me."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

The man grunted and rubbed his nose, covering up his solid purple eyes.

"Because it's your first day, kid, I'll humor you. Some of those 'heroes', they've got major issues. I used to work for the Family, see? I was the guy they went too when they had a problem they couldn't fix themselves. This generally involved magic, which I was good at.

So I was hired to help some goons clear out this warehouse of these zombies. Things were doing fine, my protective wards were holding and the zombies were doing their half-[censored] shuffle walk thing when all of a sudden this hero busted in, called himself the Wrath of Durant or something."

The guy sighed and stood up. He walked over to the front of the cell, basically the only clear area, and started pacing as he kept talking. Apparently he had been waiting for someone to talk to so he could get this off his chest.

"So there I was, see? I was killing the zombies that the hero had been sent after, so I was doing good. But I was working with the Family, which made me bad. And even worse than that, the moment this joker saw my boys, he flew into this rage. Fire and lightning and crap started flying from his finger, more than I could do with my most powerful spell any day of the week. First volley killed John and Vinny. Ice and the others tried to fight back, but bullets don't do very well against heroes.

So the next thing I know, its me with some anti-undead crap against Mr. Angst Man himself. He was standing over the bodies of my boys, just pumping them full of lightning and fire and crap. And I couldn't take that, so I grabbed Vinny's pistol, shoved it up to his head, and fired."

The man grinned and crossed his arms in satisfaction.

"There was one less jerkwad in the world that day. But that wasn't the end of it, no. His buddies showed up just as I shot him and they jumped me, all three of em. I tried to surrender, I tried to explain what had gone on, but they didn't care. They beat me up so bad I almost wish they had killed me. Then they sent me here."

Charlie's ears twitched for a second. He thought he heard something going on out in the hallway, but the man's tale was too interesting to pay it any heed.

"It's just so messed up. Some hero kills six guys, gets killed in retaliation, gets ressurected by one of his buddies, and then doesn't get more than a slap on the wrist. I kill one man, ONE MURDERER, and I get sent here for life. Tell me, where is the justice in that?"

The man opened up his arms and looked at Charlie as though expecting a response. Charlie opened up his mouth to say something when suddenly there was a flash of light and the door, along with the man and a chunk of the wall around the door, was gone like they never existed.

"Holy ssshit," came out of Charlie's mouth.

"Sorry about that," came a British accented voice as a bald man wearing glasses stuck his head in through the door. "I guess I got a little carried away. Are you quite alright?"

Charlie managed to nod and the other villain gave him a cheery wave and ran off. Now the mutant could hear the sounds of intense combat, recognizing the sounds of gunfire and the discharge of powers that was such a common sound in the Outcasts. Standing up, Charlie walked out of his cell and took a look around.

"I am ssso badly getting out of here and killing the hell out of sssome Longbow," Charlie said to himself as he cracked his knuckles and fired a burst of radiation into an unconscious guard. "And maybe I'll get sssome of thossse goody-goody heroesss while I'm at it."

Aurak slid off his bar stool and into a seat at Twitch's and Kreigg's table. He sat down, adjusted his robes, and looked over at what Leeni was writing.

"So what was this I heard about drums?"

Aurak coughed and looked down mournfully at his empty glass, but didn't call for more. Instead he pushed the glass away and looked over at Leeni and her music.

"Could use some more beat," he said, mostly to himself. "Something you can move to."

Aurak rubbed the spot between his eyes to relieve of growing ache. He needed to get to bed soon.

Aurak perked up and looked over at Acid with interest.

"Nice to see another reptile on this mammal filled planet," Aurak said in way of greetings.

"Funny," said Toy as he looked at the non-descript warehouse in front of him. "I didn't think the Sky Raiders had much of a presense in St. Martial."

"I guess they think it helps being the only bozos with jetpacks on the block," Mini Bot said as it jumped up to look through a window.

"Ok folks, you know the drill. Combat Toy in first and then the rest of us pick up the pieces."

"Hoo ha!" the assault bot shouted as it kicked open the warehouse door and charged inside, multi-part shields shimmering over its form.

"Charge!" Mini Bot yelled as it led the rest of the group in.

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The next thing Toy knew, he and his bots were in the middle of a pyramidical room surrounded by metal statues that his sensors screamed were actually fully functional robots.

"I would like to state for all and sundry," Toy said as he slowly pulled out and assembled his pulse rifle. "That I heartily disapprove of being kidnapped and shoved into a B-rated Egyptian movie."

"Makes me want to smash something," Combat Toy added as it eyed one of the pharoah bots.

"I think I remember these guys," Large Toy said as it looked over at the Anubots.

OOC: Silly Soviet. That was a dream.

Toy Dispenser slapped a teleport bug on the last crate in the warehouse and looked over at the Sky Raider guards that he had beaten up to get these supplies.

"Thanks for the stuff, boys," he said. "Too bad for you that you had the last stuff I need to retrofit the bots."

Hitting a button on his wrist panel, the several dozens crates of equipment flashed and disappeared, teleported up to his satellite manufactory. Whistling, Toy turned around to look at the empty spaces where the crates used to be and almost did a double take when he saw the unarmed Sky Raider Captain staring at him from where he had been hiding behind several of the crates.

"I got him!"

Mini Bot suddenly dashed forward and tackled the captain, knocking him to the ground. The battle drone and Sky Raider struggled for a bit before Mini Bot finally knocked him upside the head with his claw hand and knocked the captain out. Toy sighed and shook his head before motioning for his bots to form up. Combat Toy and the others moved forward from where they had been stationed.

"Hey boss! I think I found something!" shouted Mini Bot as it trotted up to Toy, clutching a piece of paper in its hands. "It looks like another base where they transferred some new tech!"

"Let me see," Toy said as he grabbed the paper and looked it over. After reading it, Toy almost dropped it in shock. "Holy crap! They got their hands on a freaking Mark XI power cell! That's the same make and model as mine!"

"Sooooooo, that's good?" Mini Bot asked as it cocked its head.

"Hell yeah that's good," Toy replied. "Let's go knock the joint over. Maybe we'll snag some more stuff to sell while we're there."

"Time to break some more heads!" Combat Toy shouted as the robots left the warehouse.

"Seems kind of stupid of them to want to kill everything," Aurak spoke up, his words slurred a bit. "Or do you just mean they want to kill your race? Cause I don't think that'd be everything. And also, if you could, would you kill all of them?"

"Damn right we're not perfect," Aurak said, his head nodding. "That's why we're alive. If we were perfect, what would there be to live for any more? And I'm drunk."

Aurka's head dipped lower until it was almost resting on his plate. His eyes were still about half-open, but it was pretty certain that he wasn't going to be thinking straight for a while.

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"Yes, and for every one 'baddie' who dies, two of its relatives take its place," returned Cafea. "And they shall return the favor, and the feud shall grow ever greater and fiercer as the entire world begins to form two sides. One that says 'You hit me first,' and the other saying 'You deserved it'."

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Aurak looked up from the steak that he had been devouring and like he wanted to say something. Waving one hand for attention, he used the other to quickly wolf down what was left of the meat and swallow loudly.

"Ever escalating warfare only happens if you donhpm-" Aurak coughed, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and continued. "It only happens if you don't completely get rid of one side. It's what my race did, at least. Whole planet, split between the Chosen of Draco, me, and the Neth'mok, some really nasty mammals. Two big wars, only us left. Works really damn well in my opinion."

"No blood this time," Aurak said before he turned to look at newcomers. One of them appeared to be the opposite of Cafea, being that he was composed of shadow and the female looked to be som sort of reptilian species. She might have been cuter if she had had a mouth.

Looking around at the rest of the people, Aurak sipped his drink and remembered something from earlier.

"Hey, pointy-ear," Aurak said to Kei. "What was with the hostile vibe I got from you when you came in?"

"Rikti! Yes! That was the name of those guys," Aurak exclaimed as he pointed at Frosche. "And I heard someone mention food. Do you guys have any steaks, preferably rare?"

"My guess would be the human authorities," Aurak chimed in as he gestured expansively. "From what I've picked up, the whole damned race is leery of aliens. Apparently there was some big invasion or something that almost resulted in the end of humanity."

Aurak took a swig from his drink and shook his head sadly.

"Poor saps had no idea what they were getting into."

"Very good," Aurak said as he rapped the now empty claw against the tabletop for a moment. "But I will not be heading up now. I have time for another drink."

Nodding to himself, Aurak looked down at his empty cup and then walked back to the bar without a hint of a stagger. Setting the cup down, Aurak pushed it back toward Forsche and motioned for a refill.

Check in the CoH general topic thread. She's passing the ban stick to Cricket and leaving for Tabula Rasa.

Aurak pulled a couple of twenties out of the wad of cash and passed it to Frosch before he took his drink with him over to Teide. The draconian nodded amicably at her, the drink was a bit more alcoholic than he had thought, and looked down at his money again. Thinking for a moment, he took out three fifties and then put the rest of the money away.

"In a medium sized room with at least a bed and a table and a lock, how long would this much keep me there?" he said, handing her the $150 dollars.

"I suppose I should introduce myself as well," the draconian grumbled as he took a swig of the drink and sighed heavily. "I am Aurak. It is more of a title than a name, but it is what I answer too most often."

Taking another drink, Aurak looked at the price tag for the drink and pulled a small wad of bills out of a pocket in his robes.

"I trust that you take human currency here? I have little else of value on me. The rest was taken from me in that miserable excuse for a rat-hole the humans stuck me in when I arrived here. And I shall require a room as well, this place seems as good as any place to stay for the time being."

"What the mammal and the energy being said, I'm not even from this dimension," the draconian shrugged and then added. "Then again, I could be wrong. Portal sorcery is not a well-understood science on my planet and I could very well still be in the same dimension."

To BOX, the draconian gestured to a spot next to the bar.

"Never heard of him. And you might as well have a drink while you're here. I doubt anyone comes here of their own free will. And speaking of drinks, where's mine?"

The draconian took a look at the mechanical being and the armored frog and shook his head.

"It never ceases to amaze me how many species come to this god-forsaken ball of dirt," he mused in a raspy, growling voice.

The draconian spoke in his native language, but due to an enchantment of tongues he had placed upon himself and renewed daily, all those around him could understand him as though he was speaking their native language, even though his mouth moved differently than the sounds they heard. He could also understand any language spoken around him, which included what the metal creature said.

OOC: Chertak is displeased that Rikti are not allowed.

BIC: The door banged open and a tall figure dressed in the style of a Circle of Thorns mage entered. A golden scaled snout peeked out from under the hood as the newcomer looked at the patrons and staff. Choosing a seat at the far left of the bar, the figure sat down on a stool, his thick tail falling free from the robes.

Muttering something in a sibilant language, the figure pulled his hood back to reveal a crocadilian face that currently had a large scowl dominating its features. Rapping on the bar lightly for the bartender's attention, the draconian wordlessly pointed at an add for one of the stronger forms of liquor avaliable.

While he waited, he looked more closely at the insectoid and the humanoid.

OOC: Well, he a draconian, much like Balsk from Cosmic Chess. I think he won't be appropiate because he's very human-like in his mannerisms. Although now that I think about it, it seems kind of hard to not have an alien that's at least somewhat.....

Bah! I'l post him here later.

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OOC: Would non-human beings from another dimension that don't have space travel count as aliens?

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((Yeah, I quess that would do as long as they are in no way human.))

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Errr.....Never mind then.

OOC: Would non-human beings from another dimension that don't have space travel count as aliens?