TheSoviet

Oh helloooooooooooooooo

((Oh hay wuts goin on in dis thread? IMMAH CHARGIN MAH PORTAL JACKING))

Contrary to Doctor Phillis' belief, he was not the last one to step through the portal.

In fact, the person who came after him didn't look in place at all.

"Aww yeah." The Cuban grinned, strapped to the gills with ammo, a Squad Automatic Weapon with several unneeded 'tacticool' modifications across his back. "Portal secure." He barked into a radio.

The next three looked like German Infantry, with their black helmets and gray uniforms, all carrying M4 carbines. They came out rank-and-file, the last one bearing Medical marks.

The next two through the portal were black-on-black clad balaclava wearing Spec Ops, each brandishing a silenced SCAR with a grenade launcher on it.

The final being through the portal could only be described as an amphibious human who was surrounded by a visible haze of bacteria and blight. A tattered cape gently waved behind him as he deliberately stepped forward. Coming to a stop in front of the others, Osh'Kan Pestilence Operative Drechi spoke clearly in a rasping voice.

"Sorry I'm late."

DO IT FAGGORT

Get out, lrn2play, etc.

What they said.

Woo, search function.

If its in any forum but this one it's wiped.

http://www.the-swarm.org/Emotes/EmoteGuide.htm

No time tonight for the second, sorry.

Lol harry potter, lol.

I know the spoilerrrssssssssss....

Well I sure liked it.

"Then les' do it." Curtis said, cracking his knuckles and spinning his .357s around his fingers as they made their way to the surface...

((DEEERRRRP...Edited...post forthcoming....))

((Collaborative.))

“You dare to defy the might of the Circle of Thorns, soulless machine?” shouted the Magus as he brought up the Hellfire Blade just in time to keep the robot from running him through.
Even though the Magus had more than enough time to prepare for the impact, it still forced him back through the air away from the singularity. The three swords clashed, held between the two as the machine tried to exert its tremendous strength to overpower the Magus despite his dangerous blade. But the Magus was not to be taken that easily as he gathered his sorcerous power to augment his meager strength and hold the machine off.

“By the will of Tyrant, all of your kind shall be brought to heel,” the machine stated, speaking this as an immutable fact of life that the Magus simply hadn’t gotten around to accepting yet. “Your way of life shall be ended and all that you once knew consumed in my lord’s quest to dominate all.”
Powerful blasts of energy were emanating from the locked swords as the two struggled against one another and unleashed the great energies their swords contained. Below the midair fight, the earth churned as though it was rippling water and pillars of rock and fire shot up at random, tearing apart the ground with the sheer force of their struggle.

Truly it was like something out of Dragonball Z.

“Foolish automaton,” the Magus hissed. “I shall not be slain as easily as you would like to think!”[/b]
Narrowing his eyes to focus his concentration, the Magus began reciting the words to a spell that would surely force the machine back and enable him to get in the single blow he needed to end this travesty of a challenge. But several of the machine’s eyes whirred as they studied his lip movements and deciphered what he was muttering over the sound of the countless demonic souls of the Hellblade screaming in abject pain and torture as they ground against their very anti-thesis in the blade Yin. Comparing the words to its extensive database, the machine decided that it would be a very bad idea to let the Magus finish his spell. Things were solved with a simple kick to the Magus’ shin. Even devoid of most of its force from the odd position both fighters were in, the kick still managed to break what little concentration the Magus could scrounge from giving himself enough strength to hold the machine off.

“Insolence!” the Magus shouted as he returned his full concentration to the fight and sent a surge of power through the Hellblade.
With a shrieking that rent the air, Yin came apart in a massive explosion, throwing the machine to the ground and staggering the Magus. The machine fell like a comet, wreathed in white fire and trailing bits of metal from the stump of its right hand. The Magus, much better off than the machine, was able to quickly right himself and quickly launched into a new spell while the machine struggled to its feet.

“Detha karan ba’karat neson! Ahlak terran mo-!”
The Magus’ chanting was abruptly cut off by a sharp pain lancing through his chest. Looking down, the Magus beheld the hilt of the sword Yang protruding from the center of his chest. The blade of the void blade poked out his back and the Magus could feel it eating away at his insides.

“I SHALL RETURN FOR YOUR LIFE, MACHINE!” the Magus screamed as he redirected the energy he had been gathering into his own body.
With a tremendous roar, the Magus exploded in a soul-shaking blast of green fire, splitting trees in every direction. Yang was consumed in the detonation, utterly annihilated by the force of the Magus’ suicide explosion. Unnoticed in all the commotion, the bodiless soul that was the true Magus fled down into Oranbega, the Hellfire Blade rendered into a non-corporeal form so that it could remain with its master.

“Class Ten arcane type defeated,” the machine grumbled. “Moderate damage suffered to combat frame. Efficiency reduced by 30%. Combat operations still possible.”

---

"Les' move it, troops." Curtis barked at his Malta Operatives, who snapped to attention and waited for Doc West to lead the way. Curtis walked back to the troops to make sure all their gear was in order and to survey the satellite feed. As he passed by AJ, he looked down at her and grinned roguishly.

"Reckon there's fightin' ter be done, AJ, you ready?"

The Engineer was still watching the satellite photo stream of the battle above. "...I knew recording this was a good idea."

And then the Magus detonated.

"Holy sh-!" The Engineer couldn't finish his curse as he and several other Operatives stumbled to the ground, some to take cover, some because their feet had suddenly deemed it to be so.

"Whoa nelly!" Curtis almost fell in the suprise of the shock but managed to both keep to his feet and try to keep AJ from toppling as well.

"Hmh." Curtis grunted softly, turning back to one of his Engineers and muttering something almost inaudible to him.

"Get Reikoff on th' line an' have 'em find all 'o RFP's Praetors. Ah gots wunna them bad feelin's."

The Engineer quickly complied as Curtis glanced back to make sure no one had heard. "Ayup, ah reckon we gots Praetorians ter bust. We can't spring no plans when two-timin' bastards like that Ninja 'n his crew're wreckin' everythin'." He responded, acting perfectly nonchalant. "Reckon we could recall outta here. Think ah dun done it afore once 'r twice. Doc, this new lockdown gonna interfere with m' 'slinger teleporter?"

---

"Die! Every last one of you DIE!" The Magus shrieked, a lightning strike blasting the ground near him on the final 'die.' Bracing himself, the Magus slowly began to drift forward into the mass, unable to stop its awesome gravitational pull.

But the Magus was an Arcane Master, not a fool of science.

Knowing good and well that he could collapse the Gravity Well by overloading it with mass and magical energy (Which could assume several properties at will because of his great power,) he began to blast away at it with Ice, Fire, Darkness, and everything else he could think of with one hand, whilst the other fired wide-spread waves of radiation into the haze.

"Hah!" The Magus shot, his feet instantly lifting off of the ground and propelling him into a near twenty-foot-long backflip. As he flew through the air, he drew from his robes a blade that was dripping blood and magma.

The Hellfire Blade.

The Magus had, in ancient days, found the true Hell that many religions saw as ultimate punishment. Fearing no thing, mortal or immortal, brazenly the Thornsman had entered, slaying and binding Demon and Damned alike. And he had arrived at the Lake of Fire when he decided that this would be the place to forge the sword of torment itself.

Every day for Six hundred sixty-six days he traveled back, binding beast and demon into the hellish scimitar. Finally, to cast the Unholy Blade itself, he had forged it in the Lake of Fire, the pit of Eternal Suffering where the Devil and the Beast burn to this day. This was the Hellfire Blade, and it was one of the most powerful artifacts the Circle possessed. Upon contact with nearly any material known to man or otherwise, the affected substance would be completely annihilated at a molecular level, and if living, its soul would be touched by the icy pall of all evil itself. The Chill of Death and the Burning of Hellfire were wreathed together in that Obsidian blade, and constantly it dripped corporeal manifestations of Hate and Malice taking the form of molten metals and fiery sulfur. It is said that to be slain with the Hellfire blade is equal to Damnation.

And as the Mage twisted through the air and swung with supernatural force at Mooncipher, it seemed this was to be decided.

((This incredibly Satanic moment brought to you by the Circle of Thorns and Uncle Patches Chicken Basket Barn.))

Knowing well that the strange machine could easily outmaneuver his more mundane powers, the Magus immediately switched to the big guns.

"Suffer and die!!" He roared again even as his Death Magi blasted out waves of torrential Dark Power. The mage himself held his hands high above his head, and a giant swirling vortex of hellfire and energy appeared in them. He flung his hands forward and the massive wave of energy and flame blasted forth, turning the ground below it into magma and shaking practically the entire park with its power.

---

"H3Y 1\10013 M155 M3?!" KR|_|51-1 yelled, slamming into the ground about half a mile from Bobcat, who had moved to Atlas. The Cat only hissed ferally.

"S|_|C|< 01\1 T1-115 F|_|RFAG!!!!" The monstrous beast of man and machine triumphantly roared, producing from his armor --

A Warburg Nuke Beacon!!

"OLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!" He cackled to the heavens triumphantly as his Freaks joined in the cheer. The streaking missile came flying out of the sky at hundreds of miles an hour, and Bobcat could only look up for a moment--

FWOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!

"Then suffer for your transgressions as all of your kind shall!" The Magus boomed, flinging his hands forward in unison with his Death Mages. Each of the two Death Magi fired screaming skulls wrapped in ethereal energy right out of their hands, but the Magus had another attack entirely coming.

"DIE!" He cackled, and a bolt of pure force flew from his hands, primed to blow the Robot back with enough force to shatter Impervium Armor.

((I think me and colin are about to have an awesome-off.))

"Awh, y'all don' hafta worry 'bout her no more." Curtis cackled darkly. "Ah reckon she an' 'er l'il killbot 'ave had sum technic'l difficulties..."

He suddenly stopped.

"Y'all just hear a Class 17 shell impact up 'bove?"

"Workin' on it, boss." The Engineer responded.

"Command, we need satellite imaging of Perez Park...

---

"I thought I told the last one...."

"No more interlopers!"

One of the trees next to the two Praetorian attackers was suddenly cleaved in two by the force of an energy beam, its source becoming obvious as the Magus stepped through the smoldering remains flanked by two of his best Death Mages.

"Begone from this place or suffer as she did." He snarled, throwing what was left of Praetorian Selene's head at their feet.

Curtis looked back at his now slightly-singed troops before turning back to the group.

"Awright y'all, ya know I gots the utmost respect fer y'alls interests an' such, but this ain't no time fer starin an' blushin' an' th' like. Ah reckon this here's time ter 'splain jus' what th' [censored] is goin' on here. Why's this goin' down now? If'n yer not on their team-" He said, turning to Gretchen, "Then why're yew here? What's all this 'bout caust'c vap'rs 'n fishin' modules? Ah want answers, an' I want 'em real quick-like."

((*Sneezes*))

"Les' move it, troops!" Curtis barked, the infantry in tow sheparding Greta through the base towards its inner labs. Curtis' Gunslinger Cowl was useful for more than accenting his ruggedness, as a chemical treatment in the cloth neutralized the gasses passing through it as the noxious fumes enveloped the group. The Malta Operatives, being highly trained in dealing with Chemical attacks, almost instantly produced and secured powerful gas-masks.

That only left Greta in danger.

Curtis led the group down the hall double-time, the synchronized boots of the Malta Operatives and the clanking of their gear echoing down the corridors. The thick clouds of gas now covering the area hampered his vision severely, and only his intuition and reflexes saved him from slamming into AJ as he quickly rounded a corner.

These same reflexes, however, involved bringing both Colt .45s up and pulling back the hammers in a fraction of a second, and he only realized who it was after completing his entire motion.

"Er, howdy AJ." He grinned, awkwardly lowering his pistols. "We was jus' passin' through with some Praetorian cargo..."

((Why must they censor the proper word for pulling back the hammer...))

"Ah reckon tha'd be feasible. Y'all gather 'round..." Curtis beckoned for the group to assemble, the Malta Operatives pointing their guns into the heavy brush around the perimeter. Curtis took something from his pocket and held it above his head.

"Teleport incomin' ta Romeo Foxtrot Papa!" Curtis radioed in. There was a buildup of light, and a crackling mass of energy covered the group.

"'Ere we go!" Curtis yelled, and suddenly they were all standing in Repliforce Paragon.

"Ah reckon tha' makes's much sense as any oth'r Praetorian yap." Curtis shrugged. "But wha'd ya mean 'bout mah Praetorian, what's up wit--"

Curtis staggered forward as a massive Katana pierced his chest, poking out of his front. He glared down at it. He hadn't even winced.

He still had a moment before he realized the pain he was in.

Using this to full effect, he swung his pistol around his head, smashing his invisible assailant squarely in the face. The stealth faded.

And there before them stood a Curtis that looked like a Ninja.

"Are yew [censored] me?" Curtis groaned, holding his hand over his gaping wound while his armor administered regenerative drugs to his system. The Gunslinger brought up his other pistol and fired point-blank at the Ninja. In a fraction of a second, however, the flat of the blade had been brought to the bullet, and it pinged off into the distance.

Curtis wasn't going to let his opponent take the advantage just because of that. "Shoot 'em!" He roared.

The Gunslinger immediately emptied both of his clips into his assailant as the Malta Operatives present began to hose him with a stream of deadly accurate fire. The Ninja seemed to be able to stave off pain even better than he could. Throwing his .44 Magnums off to the side and drawing a twin set of Colt Pythons, Curtis fired two beautifully aimed shots at his target's kneecaps, but those were just as easily deflected.

Curtis took a step back and snarled in disgust at his Praetorian. "Yew're a frickin' joke, ya knows that?"

The TacOps silently circled around the clearing. The Ninja seemed to lower his sword as Curtis insulted him.

"Yer a yeller-bellied two-bit coward punk who couldn' 'old 'is own in a straight fight if'n 'e 'ad 'is 'ole [censored] army wit 'em."

The Ninja stood straight, frowning severely. He began to speak.

"Y-"

Curtis, two Tactical Operators, a Tactical Engineer, and an Operations Officer filled him with holes.

"Suckers fall fer it ev'ry time, heh heh. S' tell me 'bout th' wimp ah just shot dead."

"That's strictly need to know." The TacOps turned, leveling his AR at her once more. "You may be her Praetorian, but I still don't like you. Get Whiskey Tumbleweed on the line."

"Copy."

"Yeh, wut? Ah'm a li'l busy right now."

"Sir, we have a situation at -46, 17 in Perez Sector. Requesting your presence."

"Ai'ite."

"Copy. Thunder Black 3-5-5 over and out."

"Sir? Sir, you're supposed to signify you're done speak....Nevermind."

The light of a teleport lit up the area almost instantly. "By stars." Curtis raised the brim of his hat to get a better look at the scene. "Ah reckon sum'n done happened 'ere." "Yessir." The Engineer reported, snapping off a quick salute which Curtis lazily returned. "Sir, Essex's Praetorian, as you know, was just killed here. We appear to have stumbled upon the Primary's praetor as well. We needed direct clearance for--"

"Yeh, yeh, ah know mah own damn operatin' procedures. S'jus' tell 'er, ah don' reckon it matter too much."

"Sir, it matters quite a bit."

"Tch, not if'n ah'm 'ere, she tries sum'n an' I put a round through 'er face, ah don' see no problem."

"...Yessir. M'am, Daniel West is alive and well."

"Holy [censored], it's her! Wait..." The TacOps staring down his scope at her gave pause.

"...That's not the...."

"No [censored]. It's her Praetorian, which means she's with us." The Engineer grumbled, continuing to work on Essex in an awkward half-hugging-half-applying-a-welding-torch-to stance. "If you're looking for Praetorian Selene and her Robot, you can find their greasy spatter over near the lake." He said, nodding his head in that direction.

---

Bobcat roared ferally and pushed KR|_|51-1 back against a wall.

"D00D W3'R3 G3TT1NG P\/\/NZ0R'D!!" The Tank roared at a Juicer. "G0 G3T S|_|/\/\ |\|00135 T0 H3LP L0L!"

"On it." The Juicer grinned, performing an altogether too flashy takeoff flip and zipping off towards the Freak Stronghold in Founder's.

((No, its cool, but yeah, the Magus is an actual out-of-game character that I made up for an old thread somewhere, and he's as close to a godly character as I have, hehe.))

((Err...Grey, was the magus you were talking to 'The' magus? Because he's rather powerful...))

((O hay its a circle of thornses))

A Life Mage stepped out from the bushes in front of Praetorian Selene, only becoming aware of her presence when his head exploded.

"....Cursed wretched Praetorian..." The now free-floating spirit muttered. Fortunately for the luck-stricken spirit, an altogether different evil was already stalking Perez, and this one wore the robes of his own brotherhood.

"I see you have intruded upon our grounds, Praetorian." A whispering voice played against the back of Selene's mind, ethereal yet coarse. "This will be the last such mistake you'll ever commit." Snarled the same voice, this time very, very real.

Selene was now near the open theater that looked out upon the lake. A hissing began, slight at first, until it became intolerably loud. The bile and muck on the lack began to boil forcefully, rolling across the surface. A whirlpool appeared some distance out, and a tall, mist-obscured figure walked forth from it, a palpable aura of malevolence surrounding its every step.

Across the top of the water.

It stopped not three feet from the shore, not five feet from Selene.

((Permission was granted.))

"Suffer for your transgressions against the mighty Circle of Thorns!" The Magus boomed, and Selene found herself suddenly unable to control her flight.

"You think yourself supreme in life but you will find no peace in death." The Magus hissed serpentinely, lifting her over the water.

"In this earth, your worthless counterpart was broken by a machine's hands. Now you will suffer as she did..."

An obviously haunted 5th Column Warcry from their glory days, now rusted but no less operational thanks to its ghostly operator, slowly emerged from the rolling muck.

"But not before the scene is complete." The Magus smiled grimly, although the only details that could be seen of his face was every glowing energy pouring from his eyes.

Selene suddenly began losing her mind.

She saw her father, her mother, everyone. She was wearing a soccer uniform.

It was the day of the accident.

In reality, the Warcry loomed forward, and the teen S6 was helpless to stop it as her servos stuttered and stuck.

Selene screamed, and the Warcry lunged down upon her.

The Magus cackled insanely, and a ghastly laughter rose throughout the hollows, chilling souls and striking terror into all who inhabited it.

---

"Truly, our brother the Magus enjoys going over the top." An archer shrugged. "At least the job is finished." A mage returned, nodding sagely. "Now come, we must accompany him to the meeting."

---

"As for YOU..." The Magus snapped, staring the teen S6 in the face.

S6 was lifted off the ground. "N-No!" She attempted to say.

And then her entire body was torn asunder by the Mage's awesome power.

---

"So you did it, I see."

"Yes. She is dead."

"And my men tell me that you concocted a suitably violent ending for her?"

"Yes."

"Good job, good job."

"I care not for your praises, mortal. Where are the bodies."

"Twenty of Paragon's Finest, unconscious and out back waiting for soul-sucking."

"Excellent."

"Pleasure doing business with you." Reikoff smiled.

"Indeed."

---

"Essex?" A Malta Operative crouched low next to the broken Reploid as a Tactical Engineer cautiously replaced her buster arms. Overhead, a Blackhawk slowly lowered itself onto a small patch of stable ground.

"You alright, kid?" The operative asked as the Engineer tried to jolt her systems back.

---

"W3 N33D5 T3H H3LP" KR|_|51-1 roared at one of his few remaining freaks. Most of the Freakshow were now scattered liberally in many places. Some were scattered in multiple places.

"D00D U53 SH1V5 K3K3K3K3"

"0 Y@ L0L SUPR153 B|_|TT53C1-1 F|_|RRY OLOLOL"

Bobcat snarled ferally and lunged forward, only to be grabbed and thrown backwards by a Shivan.

"Y@ RLY!" Crush triumphantly declared as he began his assault on her once more.