OOC:
Dogma, unless this network stuff is critically important to Cynic's story, I would appreciate if you dropped it. I've given you a way out without any ill effect to your characters twice now, and both times you just shoved it right back at me.
This time, it doesn't even make sense. There's no way Arachnos wouldn't have noticed an additional part sitting on one of their mainframes when they perform routine maintenance, which common sense says they do quite often.
I know some people like to think of their characters and organizations as the best of the best who can do anything they want without being noticed by anyone else no matter what, but if it was this easy to pull one over on Arachnos, they wouldn't be ruling most of the world right now.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((OK, sorry, wasn't aware of that.))
((Also, I don't get why people are thinking Arachnos is in charge of everything. The Council, The Circle of Thorns, Malta, and Crey are all just as big, if not bigger. No one organization is on top, but that certainly isn't stopping anyone from trying in various forms. I will elaborate on this on my next post.))
OOC: It's important like THIS: Cynic, for some reason, has a profile in the Arachnos registry, and I don't want anyone viewing it. And it makes sense to me, as it was a part of the mainframe, listed, and approved by Arachnos technicians upon construction, and recognized by the system as such. For all you know, it could have been REQUESTED that it was put in there by a technician. My 'organization' hasn't done anything to out-do Arachnos yet. All they've had to do so far is send in somebody dressed as whoever with a few expertly forged documents. (Only for arguments sake.) Arachnos is till the top of the food chain while I'm still eating shower scum.
I will also point out I just put the end of the road down in front of you. If you want to get it over with why not just take it? I'm not trying to prove anything, I'm not trying to make everything seem super-secret-covert-over-the-top. Everything I've done up until this point has been very simple, and the only thing I'm trying to do is keep the Commander's profile a secret.
No, if you want an organization that can hoodwink Arachnos, go talk to any villain group including the Hellions. I think that by this point, the only group that HASN'T royally beaten Arachnos via trickery are the Snakes.
((M, I have no idea what just happened in your post. I'm just going with my best guess here.))
Energon X just stared as the monster started to fall apart, reformed, and went through a series of apparently random transformations. The ice was ignored completely, except by his armours automatic systems, which heated the surface just enough to prevent movement being impaired.
The twitching mass that had been the skyscraper-sized monster collapsed into ooze, then reared up and vomitted a massive, Godzilla-esque beam at him. The Blaster did a doubletake, then launched himself forwards, getting in the path of the beam and matching it with his own energies, trying to blunt the effects, disperse the beam, or at least deflect it skywards so that the area wouldn't be further devastated- there were still people living here, after all.
E-X' powers intensified, reacting to Cry's presence, and he gave an ethereal frown. Was this part of the little monster's plan, to destabilize him and blow Steel off the map, getting rid of the Bastion that way? If so, Cry was in for a surprise. Getting blown to intangible energies had stabilized the portal that Energon X had become all those years ago, and it now took a good deal more to send him critical... perhaps more than even Lord Recluse could manage. The blaster shrugged and 'pushed' back harder, seeing if he could knock the Cry-monster back on its 'heels'.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
OOC:
Ah-HAH! It's not just me! I'm not insane...oh...wait. 
Argument settled in PMs. Dogma was kind enough to remind me that Arachnos doesn't exactly run on common sense and that they've got enough red tape to choke a wormhole. 
In fact, would you care to volunteer for general happenings? So far, Krazy and I seem to be the only ones making those happen, and I can see you've got a better grasp of the game villains than me. 
As for Arachnos being in charge, I saw it more of them being the instigators and holding the other villain groups in their alliance; more of an advisory role than an authoritative one. Personally, I've only focused on them because I wrote in Scirocco as part of my plot, and thus have no need for other groups; nor do I want to step on people who might want to control said other groups, but haven't told anyone.
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BIC:
"Curses." the Arbiter still at the console growled as Commander Cynic's file vanished into oblivion. The other member of the corps stood by the base of the mainframe, where a set of technicians had just extracted a certain piece of hardware, which apparently held a dead man's switch to erase all traces of its presence once removed.
A backup file was of course not present in the hidden routines only the Arbiters knew of, for various reasons. Now all they had was the hardware, and the hope that whoever had manufactured it had forgotten to remove all traces from the thing. Of course they had no record of that either. Damned bureaucracy...
((Okay Dogma, take it away. Please feel free to have them order what they would. ))
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The inspector's smile only grew broader. While it was true that many evil underlings were rather incompetent (there existed a reason for the saying that good help was hard to find), the upper echelons retained a chance for a brain. True, the unofficial recruiting slogan of "We're looking for a couple of idiots with no future." generally managed to weed those out at the beginning, but every once in a while, someone with a little sense made it far.
Like the inspector.
The Bane Spider's original shout had been nothing but a ruse. All he'd wanted was a reply from Cynic, which he'd promptly gotten. That moron had no idea he'd given the inspector all the information he'd needed to draw the following conclusions:
Cynic's shields were strong; even strong enough to ward off an Arbiter. However, he'd answered the inspector's shout. Oh, he Bane Spider didn't care what he'd said. The content of the answer wasn't important. What was important was that Cynic had heard him.
Sound could penetrate the shield.
The inspector concluded that to be its weakness. Therefore, a sonic weapon would pass through the shield without so much as a care for it.
How fortunate the armory had some of those in stock.
Sure, the sonic missile launcher didn't much look like what it did. Generally everyone assumed it to be just a really big gun.
A fatal mistake.
Cynic had about half a second to react as the inspector pulled the trigger, the weapon roaring to life and blasting a concentrated vortex of thunder at the Commander; a 'sonic missile'. Sure, it wasn't a true missile, but it was destructive enough to kill a human - and since it of course traveled at the speed of sound, it was rather hard to dodge.
If by some remote possibility the sonic missile struck the door behind Cynic, however, it would weaken it enough to generally allow a force bolt to blast it open...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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The backflow did something unusual the monster became ambient and changed color. "And so it begins." The monster became a battery sucking in the energy that Energon-X sent back and in a paradox feeding it to the psychic energies of Cry.
"I expected your energy to be much more plentiful, but who knows the conversion process is inefficent to say. I want you to guess what your fate of others will be." Energon-X couldn't see what Cry wanted. The Bastion was covered in layers of psionic barriers that made Steel Canyon seemly full of activity and Cry in the past felt the suttleness and lashed out to find what it was hidding. The barrier had reared up and defended itself from the psychic survey, impossible for Cry if he couldn't find the source.
Energon-X was to become the hammer and Cry to be the spike to drive into the barriers and hopefully the spike of energy would erase any mental mind in the base.
The monster reared up for another blast spewing globs of protoplam mass that acted like homing seekers reaching the greatest energy source that Energon-X kept matching.
"It's so dreadful that your fighting a battle of your own will, you only know how to fight others and yet your true enemy is yourself!"
The Raiders may have been falling in droves, but Target must have been out of his mind if he thought that the Sky Skiffs wouldn't have even some protection for their engines. Sky Raider Engineers weren't universally hated for just Force Fields, after all. The Skiffs tracked him in unison, Gauss Cannons locking on to him. There'd be no rolling out of the way of these hyper-accelerated slugs...
The Sonic missile hit Cynic dead on. He was so confident he didn't even try to dodge. He didn't need to. His belief that he couldn't be hurt while his personal shielding was up was so strong that it overrode all physics involved, shut down common sense, threw reality out the window and blew a wet and big raspberry at the world. The sonic missile hit him dead on, giving out a thunderous roar of sonic vibrations dispersing in every direction that left Cynic entirely intact and not any worse for wear.
"That all you got, blow-hard?" Cynic said mockingly. "I've had MUCH better than that, come on!"
When you are given equipment that is only powered by your belief it will work, believe in it very, VERY hard.
It hadn't even occurred to Cynic to side-step and weaken the door. That was silly when somebody could just open it without any fuss. In any case, he was prepared to wait all day until somebody opened it.
***
The hardware itself held no traces. It simply wasn't complex enough. It only had the capability to create that one subroutine over and over again, with barely any room left over for the dead man's switch. Installing Microsoft word on the thing would probably make it overload and melt from the strain.
The technicians still gleaned something fairly important from the device though. The manufacturer. The hardware had been made in Cap Au Diable, almost more than a hundred and twenty years ago, by Brass Track industries. Now it was a well-known Nemesis front that had been decommissioned by the Prussian Prince over thirty years ago once it was found out. It was obviously custom made to look indistinguishable from other pieces of Arachnos technology, and there was no presence of Nemesis' style of workings within. This was something that could be used, as Brass Track industries HAD kept actual paperwork around to make them seem more legit, which presumably was still stored somewhere. If anyone cared to have a look, they could probably find the order for this particular piece of hardware and find out WHO had commissioned Brass Track to make it. Of course, it would involve a hell of a lot of shuffling through moldy old records since they probably were not stored as pure data, being that old.
***
While the Commander's profile was purged by the hardware device, there was still something left over. Something the device had missed. It was a private document on a computer in Grandville, not even the Arbiters had access to it. Only one person had the password to it, and he'd forgotten the file in question even existed. So there it sat to be left alone and unbothered for a very long time.
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"Ah, Lord Scirocco." Said an old and wizened voice. Arbiter Daos came into Malak's vision. He was 79 years old now, but still very fit and as sharp as ever for a man his age, and he still managed the Arbiters with a hard and steady fist of proverbial steel. He was flanked by two assistants, both Arbiters as well. "I am sorry to trouble you, I was briefed by Mu'Drakhan when I entered and I know you need to leave, but I do need to make sure our guest has arrived. I was supposed to meet him when I came here but nobody seems to have seen him anywhere. What about you?"
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Some time ago.
"Oh, hey Custard." Said a very WET sounding voice.
Cynic was standing in an inverted pyramid, with every layer growing smaller and smaller as it descended, with him being on the highest possible layer. The room was a good thirty meters across and fifty deep. Each layer had dozens upon dozens of panels and monitors, with the ceiling itself being one huge monitor. (All the chairs in the room were recliner chairs, so perhaps it was a general announcement thing?) Floating in the center of the room, even-leveled with the Commander, was Viz Wiz.
He was a Oculus Sapien, and he was a humanoid, yes indeed thank you very much and mind your own business. The thing that drew attention to him wasn't really his shape, but his appearance. His entire body, including the soles of his feet and so forth, was covered with blinking eyes and lids. The only area of his body that did NOT have an eye covering it was the mouth. Cynic couldn't even figure out how the thing HEARD. Every eye on his body closed one at a time, in a spiral pattern around his body from bottom to top at an extremely fast pace. Viz Wiz was never allowed to touch the ground, which was understandable. His species were telekinetic, so he could fly. Extremely useful in monitor rooms and not much else.
"Custard?" Cynic asked, not at all disturbed by the being floating in the air.
"What? Oh, sorry. Nothing. Anyways, here's the situation." Viz Wiz said, drifting over the the platform and directly Cynic to a nearby console. The only one that was currently active. The screens showed two people fighting, with lots of pretty red and black bolts of energy and sparklies and such.
"See that homeless lookin fella there?" Viz Wiz asked. "Hanging on his belt there, see?" He froze the image and enlarged the area of interest so Cynic could get a better view.
The Commander looked at it for a minute. "I don't know. Last time I got close enough there were red eyes. It's not even to tell from a distance, this here is just plain."
"I do believe you cracked that into three pieces and then crushed them all to powder with that...eh...What did you use again?" Viz Wiz mused.
"Lightning forge. And you're thinking of the one before that. Last time around I froze it and smashed it with a force bolt." Cynic said in a tired voice that clearly stated it did not feel like going through this.
"And it always looked the same?" Viz Wiz inquired.
"Always. Every time. Mind you, he was always changing the way it looked when he was still aware enough to do so. That's what he did, after all." Cynic replied. "But I don't know about this...I've never seen him manage it while in that state. It HAS been a while though, so maybe it's a new trick."
Silence for a while. Viz Wiz resumed playing the image, where the fighting continued, and then everything froze over.
"Mental abilities, yes. I wouldn't really call that empathetic though." Cynic remarked, rewinding and looking at the red and black attacks being sent back and forth.
"True, true...It does look quite similar to what he has though...VERY similar...Too much so to be a coincidence." Viz Wiz muttered.
Cynic grunted at that. "There's no such thing as coincidence. Only a series of really horrible events that somehow manage to land on you. This might very well be it though..." He replayed the scene a few times. "What strikes me is, this isn't really his style. I mean, you've seen it all before. Usually five or six while everything goes to hell in a hand basket. This here though, he's just solo...And it's all nice and contained in a small area...I don't like it. It's not like him at all."
"Well, you are the expert." Viz Wiz said. "It's your call. Should we bother with this or not?"
Cynic mused over the scene, replaying it a few times. Eventually, he asked, "Is this all you have?"
"So far..." Viz Wiz said. "Most of our surveillance there is ANCIENT. Advanced as you could want it, but we had to install it all VERY early in that world. Little over a hundred years ago in its past. Anything that hasn't been smashed, crushed,or blown up between now or then has either malfunctioned or been blasted with high concentrations of energy or arcane power. We're LUCKY to have just this here, and then everything goes black. A stray stream, perhaps. So yes, this is all we have.'
Cynic thought for a moment. "I'm troubled here. I can't really tell from just this...There's just too much conflicting evidence here."
"Well, that's all we have, and we aren't getting any more. You'll have to choose."
Cynic thought silently for a whole five minutes.
"No. It's not him." He said finally.
The telepath's sent thoughts spattered uselessly off the Elusive Mind shielding. This level of power couldn't be maintained indefinitely, of course- the safeguards in the psionic shielding would do a hard shutdown in a few minutes to prevent catastrophic burnout, but for the moment, as far as Energon X was concerned, Cry might as well be headblind.
Energon X simply shut his powers off when the Cry-Monster started absorbing them. Right. Not getting an E-X powered bomb that way, either, you little snot. The blaster pulled out a custom gun- it looked a little like a heavily modified Redding Rail Rifle, but it was hard to say what it had been, once. He plugged a cable into his suit and started hosing the giant monster with a cryo freeze ray, pulling energy back out of it as it supercooled, losing massive quantities of energy as heat.
In another patch of sky, not too far away, Target was having his own problems... and, of course, his own solutions. Taking the split-second of warning from his short-term precognition before the cannons started to track, he leapt for the nearest Skiff and dropped into the seat behind the startled pilot, putting the surprised Raider into an armlock, then pumping electricity into him. The armour of the Skiff and its pilot should save him from the worst of the gauss slugs... Figures that I burned the shield out earlier... the archer grumbled to himself.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Angus took quick count of the situation before him. His targetting reticle identified a good number of Sky Raider minions, as well as jump bots and sky skiffs, some of which were surrounding Acanous, some of which were not. They seemed to have thier attention focused on something else though.
His Friend-or-Foe systems gave an alert as he surveyed the area around one of the skiffs.
Impossible, another Hero?
Then there were those other bots, registerring Arachnos.
They were firing at Ac, they were target #1.
Angus engaged his recording systems as his combat peramiters came back online, dropping his cloak with the energy build up.
"Surprise!" he yelled, unleashing a torrent of energy into the group of other robots-From behind, of course.
His systems automatically began to cycle into an Explosive Blast.
[Ding, Zin's 50 
!!!]
Some people play for glory, some people play for fun, some people play for the LOLs.
I play to win.
Play hard or get out of my way!
@Lord Asmodeus
((Dang. Soviet hasn't said anything regarding me. :/ Ah well. Guess I'll have to hijack some of his sky raiders to NPC in order to keep the fight moving.
Also, gratz on 50.))
Anthius had been watching the robot carrying him, searching for a way out. Extradimensional fields weren't normally his thing, but everything obeyed the same set of rules in the end.
It had occurred to him that the robot had to renew the field every so often. Apperently, it couldn't simply keep a live energy field, as that would be a weak point. Having to re-establish the field, however, meant that it DID weaken, and also, that the robot couldn't put one field inside another.
That meant that there would be an instant in which he could escape, and for the Archangel, an instant would be all he would need. He began vibrating in place, building up speed for when an opening presented itself, as well as causing small revrberations in the air- he would be able to feel it when the shield dropped.
((Ac's part to be added in a bit))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((chameleon..i think Build might be dead....what are we gonna do? Okay he probably isnt dead but he has been gone for a while.))
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
Bladewing Draconian lvl 30 KAT/SR scrapper
DarkNinjutsu lvl 50 DM/REG scrapper
Dajoji Hino lvl 50 elm/ela scrapper
Bloody Byakko lvl 20 claws/sr scrapper
((Put him in the bag of Charactor holding and go about your business as though he was there, but unnoticed by everyone >.>)
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((that could be awkward, considering that one of my characters is inside his character's brain.
... that really didn't sound quite right, did it? In whatever case... eh, I'll just pull a chestburster (well, forehead-burster, but whatever) and bring the Scarlet Eye back into play.))
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
Anthius would be sorely dissapointed in his attempts to escape. He would only find that the shield remained at a constant strength, giving no indication as to when or why the robot would even consider having to renew it.
In addition, he was only partially correct in assuming L3-37 could not put up two shields at once. True, while he couldn't put up multiple shields on one target, this didn't stop him from simply renewing the shield.
Speaking of, his sensors indicated that it was time to renew the thing, and he obeyed with mechanical precision.
The Fortress was fastly approaching, it's base already in plain view, giving both L3-37 and Anthius a magnificent view of its full splendor.
"Remark: Welcome to your new home."
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The instant Angus showed himself for an attack, he would find a plasma beam connecting with his head, melting whatever would have been protecting it, as well as melting the inside of his skull, should it have enough energy left over.
The robots had no cause for worry. Their sensors had informed them of Jake's arrival. He would deal with this newcomer.
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"Oh, come on!" Tamesis shouted, fuming that nothing seemed to penetrate the shield. "What are you, a freaking demi-god? Jesus!" He stomped his foot and balled his hands into fists. He wasn't used to this, an opponent that couldn't be damaged. Surely, he would have to get creative. Perhaps trap him instead of damage him.
But that was more Jake's department. He couldn't hold somebody down for long enough to lock them up. Only-
"... That's it." He muttered, almost smirking. "Switch to Web-Nades!" He shouted, as he liked to call them. "If we can't beat him down, we'll hold him down."
The soldiers complied, and soon enough, a tidal wave of sticky web grenades were arcing towards Cynic, threatening to literally wrap him in a caccoon.
The monster reared and started to shift again. "Come on I am only a fifth there at the moment." The mass of the monster started to change again at the spot forming into ice. The hydrogon freon mixture at supercold temperatures provided yet another catalyst for energy harvesting.
At the otherside of the battlefield hiding in the pocket dimension opened by a pea-sized hole, Cry busily started to decrypt the fuzz that surrounded. "Those old vanguard medals may be able to resist psychic energies but not all of them." Cry giggled, giggled, and giggled containing his laughter of evil.
Thoughts of other things where creeping in his mind. "I can use Energon-X as a personal super battery at time of needs, there is a universe of space in my mind and just constant pressure will juice him like an orange... no betrayal I cannot do. I am a sustaining part of Arachnos, Lord Recluse will be back soon and I will tell him all about the Bastion that I single handly took them all out, yes, yes."
Due to Energon-X's efforts, the monster was now harboring a mini-reaction of quatom energies terribly... stabilizing the structure of framework that held it together. It seemed that the more harm that was done to the creature, the more its purpose was fullfilled.
"Bugger." the inspector growled, "Where's someone with magic radiation powers when ya need 'em...?"
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"I dearly hope you're not referring to our last intruder." Malak told the Arbiter, "If so, I recommend you get to him before Tamesis does..."
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"Oh come on, it was only a question." Groul's voice came from Energon's communicator, "There's no need to give me the silent treatment..."
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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While it was true that some of the slugs would be stopped by the Raider's advanced plating, after the Pilot had died from the electric shock the other Raiders saw no reason to continue their limited attack.
"Fox two."
The Sky Skiffs fired their Sidewinders as a group, each missile zeroing in on the heat of the Skiff and the Electric Discharge. These missiles would not only follow Target's currently glaring heat, but they'd be there in an instant.
Cynic was not a demi-god, and it was pretty easy to hurt him. It just wasn't easy while he had a personal force field, an energy shield, and a dispersion shield all up and stacking on each other. Tamesis should have known about that, since Jake probably had a personal force field of his own.
The web grenades all hit Cynic's shielding and reacted as though they'd been shot into a wet bath tub. The sticky substance slid right off the shielding to plop on the ground with a wet splort.
"Harhar. Funny. Come on, open the door." Cynic said, sounding slightly annoyed by now.
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"Indeed." Arbiter Daos sighed heavily. "I can only assume that announcement didn't get around. Well, don't let me detain you Lord Scirocco. I'll just follow the noise of copious amounts of weaponry being used." He signaled his assistants, and followed the noise of copious amounts of weaponry being used.
Tamesis's eyelid twitched. "Jesus." He muttered again, burying his face in his hands. "Just go down already..." He glanced over at the Bane Spider who had fired the Sonic Cannon, getting his attention with a not-so-subtle "HEY!".
"You! Jake uses one of these things, right? Do we have anything that can cancel it out? A disruptor or something?"
"Use Cry's own personal weaponry to detain Cynic so he doesn't intrude farther." The Fortuna nodded at the command of the shaded figure. Holding a gold vase intertwined with serpents eating each other the Fortuna opened the cap to the vase and a flicker in the base's electricity grid stuttered.
"Anchor set." Outside the base, another shield popped up around Cynic grounding itself and then lifting. When you can't destroy you simply move it elsewhere. It wasn't a detention bubble at all, Cynic was free to leave it of course he would find himself in trouble when he left since he could only leave it in body, leaving his mind and soul behind.
Cynic was not ready to see what was behind the door, no one in Arachnos was. It was to be kept secret, if Cynic had chosen another door things would be alright but this door was a straight head away to Cry's own worries.
The plasma DID arc through Angus' synth skin, melting it clean off his gleaming metallic skull. His glowing blue eyes never even flickered as he discharged a smoke grenade filled with chaff and black signal smoke at the bots, following up with a powerful burst at the lead bot.
Some people play for glory, some people play for fun, some people play for the LOLs.
I play to win.
Play hard or get out of my way!
@Lord Asmodeus
Time resumed for Acanous, he watched as the missiles made contact with his gate shields, slowing down and beginning to explode as though in still-frame. The blooms of crimson on the obsidean of his negative armour would have made for a beautiful picture.
Too bad it hurt so freaking much.
Outside of his area, it looked like the missiles had all simply impacted and exploded in normal time. The gate was inverted, and things INSIDE were what was slowed.
It gave Acanous the few seconds he needed to brace for the impact. Fire rushed at him from almost every direction, bits of shrapnel impacting on his armour (The costume, not the dark veriety) and forming rivets in the plastisteel.
Surprisingly, the Raiders diddn't seem to notice the bloom at first, and several skiffs fired Sidewinders off at something else.
Acanous' problem was, the sidewinders were heatseeking. And with that big cloud of burning doom enveloping him, he was pretty much the hottest thing on the block.
He closed his eyes as he let his shields drop, knowing he'd need every ounce of his streingth and concentration to pull himself back from the brink of annihilation.
in that instant, the skiff missiles impacted with the exploding Protector Bot missiles, exploding themselves, and changed a wave into a veritable typhoon of fire and flying metal. Anything too close was simply consumed by the flame. Acanous could smell something burning, and realised it was his own flesh under what remained of his armour.
He tried to close his eyes, to block out the erupting carnage as men were baked alive around him, but his eyes were bloated and sore from the searing heat, unable to close.
Not feeling the heat anymore, not really feeling anything but cold-his nerves had been burned closed- he began falling back to the street below, using what remained of his consiousness to draw succor from the energies around him, to bolster his beliefs and striengthen his faith.
He'd need it if he was going to recover from this.
With a sickening snap, he hit the ground, bits of blackened and burning meat and gristle spattering around him.
((Acanous activated Soul Transfer while in the air, so the raiders are the targets, not the bots. He'll get back up next post. I do believe I just soaked the damage for Target.))
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
"What? You're going to leave me hanging here?" Cynic laughed after the fleeing Tamesis. Then he spotted the cannon being aimed at him. "What is it with you people and big guns? Compensation? Give it up, you can't lick me with THAT thing. Been there, done that." The Commander hovered right in front of the security door, as still as a statue.
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The source was simple. The subroutine that had just been deleted was immediately replaced by a new one, which in turn instantly made a new filter. The new subroutine had been written and installed by hardware that was currently attached to the mainframe.Which meant there had never been a hacker, the internal workings of the mainframe had been left entirely alone. Someone had just come along and added a last-minute component which automatically installed the original subroutine which had made the filter blocking the Commander's profile, bypassing all security because it was a part of the system. All the Arbiter had to do now was block the hardware's access to the mainframe and that would be that. She could even check the collected information on the Hardware before cutting it off to find out who had manufactured it. It was too simple.