"Quite." the armored man underscored Target's verbal assault, but not in such an energetic fashion as the archer. He extended an arm in the direction of the other group, "They're that way, not too far. Probably just out of visual range."
"If you like, I can give you a lift, of course." he then offered, motioning to a burnt-out ruin of a structure, "Our ATC is just behind that...hm, building there. Well, what's left of it. In any case, it'd be faster than walking. Not to mention it'd give us time to discuss this Gate of yours a little..."
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"Whoa now." Danger extended open palms to Bladewing, "Let's try and keep that option in the 'never' category please - or at least until we've left again. Sheesh, if I didn't have eyes, I could swear you're human."
The creature the Specialist stood upon the shoulder of seemed to have enough of standing for now, lowering its skeletal appearance to the ground in a lax manner, like that of a large cat. It let out a slight hiss in the process.
"I'll say." Danger remarked to that with a slight chuckle, turning his attention back to Energon, "Alright, I guess our definitions of 'normal' differ then. And yes, obvious trap; precisely because of that. It didn't occur to you that something so specifically keyed to feed off energy could've bee-heeeey!"
With a series of growls, the diminutive man picked his face back out of the dirt, the creature formerly underneath him having taken the option of ending the argument with a soft push of its long, bony tail to the Specialist's back. His balance upon the shoulder had been quite quickly annihilated.
"Okay, okay, I get the idea." Danger grunted, brushing imaginary dust from his uniform. It was too bad, really - he rather enjoyed heckling with Energon by now, "Alright, seriously then; we've got a little time to spare, so I say we use it. If you want, we can head back to the Rover and see if we can get rid of the overload problem. You're channeling energy from a protoverse, right? As in a universe before it's a universe, or a different meaning...?"
"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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Anthius stepped down into 4 dimensions at the same time as Acanous. He nodded his agreement. "That blast was pretty damn big would have sent me back home had I not been in the bubble."
Anthius watched as the newcomers came and added their input. "Well I agree we should check it out though, even though our archer friend here seems to know who it was. And you're being offered a lift at that. So I think we're all in agreement on where to go but before we do."
Anthius takes a step towards Acanous his right hand glowing with divine energy. he places it on Acanous' shoulder and sends healing energy through him.
"We need have you at least looking presentable if we're going to meet new people Keeper."
Bang laughed gleefully as his side of the mentalverse faded away into blackness. Two pinpoints of red light appeared floating in the air in front of the elemental. "Granted," The voice seemed to come from every direction and from none, from both the inside and the outside.
The rows of chaos elementals all snapped into movement at once, the glass that housed them shattered into non-existence. The elementals streamed through the air, all whispering their name to the chaos elemental before invading his body and adding their power to his.
All the while the masked laughed, "It appears as if my body is now whole. Still, I shall not join with you yet. In the proverbial frat-boy sense this chaotic keg isn't even tapped yet, and I intend on drinking my fill."
"Leave." The voice commanded, a rend in the air appeared behind the elemental.
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
Two specks flew in the distance their suits ablaze with newfound connection with the world. Ruby was ahead, showering pink sparkles and pale fire. "Paragon has changed, how I used to love Atlas Park." Search lights hit the two, night was coming down on Paragon City.
"He intends us to go to Mercy Island pronto and seal the meteor within his realm. And then we can live forever in eternity." The specs suddenly made a right degree turning to the Rouge Isles their speeds increasing.
"One day Cry, one day, you will find the ones who you manipulate to manipulate you."
[u][u] [u]Back at the Fortress[u]
"How sensitive I am in this chamber, Scarlet Eye should of returned by now I wonder what keeps someone like him absent for so long? Surely death did not come."
Matters that concerned him were the meteor, others would be interested in it. Only few new of its power, attainable power at least. A Fortuna came forward distressed at thought.
"Such a blow from that hero, I did not think could harm me. Of course I predicted the unpredictable and made sure there was a way to heal." Cry pestered himself on Scarlet Eye, perhaps Scarlet Eye would find himself go rogue, now how to deal with that Cry did not know, of course safeguards were in place.
"My lord, we have secured the meteor from civilians and Arachnos lookers, we shall Pocket the meteor to Ghost Widow's former tower. Must we speak to her?"
Cry laughed and chuckled, "Ghost Widow is in no way able to keep her possessions anymore."
Holy energy coursed through him, restoring lost flesh and blood and rejuvenating the mind better than a hot shower and a good night's sleep.
Acanous had to restrain himself from trying to take more of that energy, from reaching towards it's source- the source of all energy and matter. Like a dying man in the desert offered a drop of water, some primal instinct wanted to dive headfirst into the infinate ocean, despite the knowledge that such contact would surely annihilate him.
Opening his eyes, and finding himself restored, Acanous smiled.
"Thanks, I needed that."
Looking to the newcomer, he continued "Well, let's be going, then. If E-X is asploding, there's something mighty powerfull over there, or at least there was..."
Thinking to himself, Acanous followed this powersuited stranger towards his APC.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
BANG'S HEAD:
The Scarlet Eye bowed ironically to the blackness around it, and ate the energy powering the rip in the mindscape behind it. Satisfied with the snack, it stepped off the psychic plane, reappearing in front of Bang in normal space. "I... look forward... to our games... 'father'." the elemental rasped before vanishing.
The Eye reappeared in the underground bunker of the Lost, calmly draining its two ex-doorguards. Folding itself into a strange-looking pseudo-lotus postion, the elemental began indexing its 'siblings' that had been thrust into it by Bang's mask. While Scarlet Eye lacked perfect recall, it could read its own mind, which amounted to much the same thing.
After a few minutes, the sewer-come-Losthome was rocking with mad laughter... laughter that had the lesser Lost cowering in their fetid holes and the more powerful members racing to investigate... only to have their minds stripped from them and devoured by the crazed form of the former Prelate Occulus, now revealed in all his hellish glory as the Scarlet Eye.
These ones are of no further use to me; decades of planning accomplished in an eyeblink by the whim of my 'father', when he gathered the psychic energies of this place and hurled them at me, negating the need to have a cadre of loyal psychics to channel the forces into me... and with the boost in my own powers now, I am able to devour them without them pledging their loyalty to me alone.
His thoughts now firmly set in order, the Elemental left the devastated Lost-hovel, now empty of all but those who had yet to undergo even the slightest transformation. Reappearing in Cry's room, the elemental bowed studiously to the infant, its power carefully veiled so that it appeared to be precisely as powerful as he was when he left. "Underestimation... of the enemy... is never... wise." he commented, after casually tearing a situation report from the mind of a nearby Fortunata. "Those who... deem... themselves heroes... have an annoying... tenacity... and... are often more... than they seem." The blazing red eye that was the only discernible feature in the shadows of Scarlet Eye's face gleamed for a moment. "Would that I... could have been with... you, master... but... even... an elemental... must eat." it finished, faint amusement colouring its tone as the double meaning of its words struck it.
"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"
STEEL CANYON-
Target cast a quick, appraising eye over the APC, and shook his head. "'preciate the offer, mate, but I think I'll wing it. Y'could prolly use an eye-in-the-sky anyways... and 've always been nervous o' trustin' t'armour when I could be stickin' wi' mobility an' speed. 'special when there's blokes about who could peel tha' off y're nifty set o' wheels like the skin offa a banana." He rose from the shattered pavement, then paused about six feet up. "I'll be wi' ye, above, in plain view. If'n anythin' attempts t'eat me, I'd 'preciate a hand..."
Not far away, Energon X actually had to suppress a snicker as Danger's 'ride' dumped him unceremoniously in the dirt.
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"Okay, okay, I get the idea." Danger grunted, brushing imaginary dust from his uniform. It was too bad, really - he rather enjoyed heckling with Energon by now, "Alright, seriously then; we've got a little time to spare, so I say we use it. If you want, we can head back to the Rover and see if we can get rid of the overload problem. You're channeling energy from a protoverse, right? As in a universe before it's a universe, or a different meaning...?"
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The armoured form of the Blaster shrugged. "Broadly, you're correct- as far as any of our geeks has ever been able to figure, my 'blasting' is actually releasing the energies of a universe that never developed time during its big bang by 'leaking' some of our universe' time into it via the portal that's me, and letting energy out the portal in an equivalent exchange. It was dubbed a 'protoverse' since it's not quite there- needs time to be able to finish the big bang."
The blaster made a wry noise. "Y'know, that sounds really stupid when I come to say it out loud." He shook his helmet and shrugged again. "You're welcome to take a look- but I'd consider it a favour if you refrained from doing anything without asking. I'd really rather not explode because you thought you'd figured things out."
The blazing purple lights that marked his 'eyes' flickered rapidly for a moment, and he looked oddly at Danger. "By the way... what happened to that attack you were expecting?"
"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"
((ATC, not APC. 
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"Uhhh...sure." the armored man replied to Target, not entirely sure what the man was talking about, but opting to leave things be. He was a lancer, not a xenopsychologist.
A tap of two fingers to the side of his helmet preceded a few short words, and in short order the ATC came hovering by from the ruin it had been behind. The craft didn't look like much - a little larger than a minivan, its form stood only vaguely aerodynamic, and it was obvious from the get-go that the thing's thrusters weren't the main source of flight.
((About like this, but without the fancy lights and extraneous antennae.))
The craft carried a hue much the same as the suited man's armor, and the narrow cockpit windshield much resembled his helmet's obscuring visor. In the same tone of energetic light blue, a few other sections of the ATC sat aglow, mostly what looked to be some manner of pylons strung along the ventral boundaries, but also between the barrels of the tribeam cannon slung underneath the craft's nose.
On command, the pairs of port and starboard alike doors slid aside, revealing three more armorsuited humanoids; the rest of the fire team. They quickly made room for the others, as there were no seats, an the ATC's interior space could only accommodate about six or seven people, not counting the pilot, who apparently sat behind the armored hatch ahead. Indeed, normally an ATC didn't carry more than four landing forces - one door for each person allowed quite rapid deployment.
Another sealed hatch sat astern, and judging from the humming behind the division, this was the engines' domain - though the ventral thrusters were obviously not only there. In short order, anyone who'd wanted to board had been loaded, and the ATC was off much like in the fashion of a Huey, flying with doors open and lookouts posted as the ground dropped away, then passed by below.
"So then," the armored man who seemed to be in command of this fire team inquired of Acanous, "couldn't help noticing your friend and you throwing around n-dimensional energies earlier. That tied to that sword of yours...?"
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"Why?" Danger wanted to know, rather nonplussed, "Matter, energy, space, time - fundamental components of a large number of universes. You know what? Nevermind. Sounds like the same principle as a zero point gatherer. Should be easy enough to deal with."
"And if I had to guess..." the Specialist began to calculate, but opted for an estimate since he didn't have much of an idea regarding the top speed of an Arachnos Flyer, "I'd say they're probably over the river somewhere. At least the first wave. The second should be leaving the harbor soon, and...yeah, I haven't got a clue where the spiderbots are, but the Kronos things are over on that island with the rocket town."
"Of course, there's also stuff sitting at the airfield," Danger kept counting off his fingers, "at least until Arek gets through with it, and a bunch of other mumbojumbo floating around. It's going to be really amusing when they try with their psi corps. They'll never figure that one out."
Coincidentally, it came at roughly this time that the ATC approached the site of the group, intending to once more transition to a hover to let its passengers disembark...
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Weaver Airfield
The thunder of a shotgun blast racked through the command center yet again.
"Come out where I can shoot you; bloody coward!" the base commander bellowed in outrage at the ceiling, which by now resembled Swiss cheese more than anything else. Lighting fixtures hung skew and dark by their cables, and the small amount of twilight that fell through the shattered windows certainly wasn't enough to give the room any more luminosity.
The Huntsman had retreated to a console by said windows, trying to stay in the small amount of light present in the hope of at least catching more than a glimpse of the attackers.
No such luck, of course. True, he'd seen a shadowy shape every now and then, but whatever they'd fired at it had always missed - either that, or passed right through - and not an instant later, someone else had been killed in another location. Frustration and panic wrestled about in the commander's head as he unloaded blast after blast from his shotgun, hoping one of his specialty munitions would at least do some harm.
Until he stood alone.
Then they came for him.
With loud report, a dark form dropped from the ceiling, righting itself into something tall and wide. Without any noise at all, four more followed, then vanished into thin air. The remaining form approached, and already the commander could see murder written upon claws and teeth.
Decoys?! Why you low-down...!
The Huntsman's thoughts ground to a halt as his ears perceived the characteristic click of an empty chamber.
The thing had counted his shells...
"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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Shouldering his Nodachi, Bladewing rose slightly into the air.
"So E, what say we head back to the Bastion and see how the upgrades are coming?"
"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
The ball sent a shudder of light that vibrated the room. "I knew what his powers could do to his enemies, but I had no idea what they could do to my body.. the frequencies.." Cry noted a change in Scarlet Eye, a slight change none the less but subtle of course he had eaten.
The Fortuna left and Cry blanketed the room with a blackout for all sorts of communications, even psychic. The rock crumbled and Cry was seen within his bubble of protection shadows ripping and twisting, Cry's own body consuming them trying to fit them back in place.
"The way you talk is annoying, try to keep communications fluent if you must talk to me by mind scape. But as you see I am in the process of shedding the part of my body that is infected and is going quite well." Cry wanted to test Scarlet's loyalty, in this time of weakness he was sure enough a target for him.
"But rather two things came up while you were gone, simply put forth several events that favor us and not the heroes." Cry beamed Scarlet Eye memories and wandering thoughts of heroes, all of which came from the Bastion. "If you didn't know the hero rebellion is stronger then Arachnos assumes, and these bring physical, I mean psychic evidence that there is a presence lurking in Paragon that dares to usurp our hold."
The rock reformed around Cry concealing him. "You Scarlet Eye, also have a hand in my affairs, you will be apart me as much as you see fit." Scarlet Eye would see Cry's eyebrow rise if not in the rock shell. "As much as I hate to say it, I will just require you as an aid and bodyguard. You teaching me is out of the question, I have found my own ways of learning."
"As of late, a psychic monstrosity has come back to this world. I would allow you to feed on it, but you would find its energy tainted and useless in your hands, it requires something else then assimilation Scarlet. Take the memories and try to piece them together so that a location might be suited, and use these contacts I give you to settle yourself in Arachnos, my captain."
((Uh... how does Cry know that Scarlet Eye 'eats' psychic energy? I don't think Cry's ever seen the Eye eat, and it's not exactly something the elemental advertises, particularly not to potential meals.
Also, Scarlet Eye was talking out loud to Cry, not mind-to-mind. If it was telepathy, I would have noted it as such (and it would have been in italics).
Also, ironically, Cry being weak makes him a less desireable target for Scarlet Eye- it means he doesn't have as much psionic energy for the Eye to 'eat', making him a poor meal.))
"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"
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"So then," the armored man who seemed to be in command of this fire team inquired of Acanous, "couldn't help noticing your friend and you throwing around n-dimensional energies earlier. That tied to that sword of yours...?"
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"Sort of." Acanous said cautiously.
"It's really a two-part thing. Without the proper training, even touching the blade could be disasterous."
He double-checked the locks on the mirrored sheath almost absentmindedly as he spoke, ensuring that the Saber was safely secured.
"Previous attempts at stealing it from me have met with the worst kind of end."
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((0_0 DOH i thought he was talking to me....darnit..editing previous post...some days I suck at reading))
"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
Tamesis then burst onto the scene at Weaver Airfield via a bright flash of light and an operating teleporter, accompanied by a specialist squad of Wolf Spider Huntsmen.
"Status report!" He shouted to nobody in particular, automatically targetting and letting loose on a single shadow creature, his body being engulfed once again by black flame.
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"Mission Failed. Statement: Damn."
L3-37, unsure of what to do, simply touched down onto a landing pad and waited, due to its lack of orders from both is five bretheran, and Jake himself.
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Jake quickly navigated to a friendly Arachnos teleporter, bringing himself back to Steel Canyon's Arachnos Outpost. Determined to once again get back to the scene, if for no other reason than to simply not fail his mission. He brought five more robots into existance in front of them, anxiously awaiting the end of the thirty seconds it would take to download their AI.
Bang's physical self let out a gurgle as the Scarlet Eye left his body. He fell backwards, the world fading around him.
*THUMP* "I don't remember you being such a wimp," Said a musical voice that shounded like the chime of breaking glass.
Bang looked around him and saw that he was braced from falling all the way to the ground by a chair made of luminous green crystal. "Ohhhhhhh, SHINY!" Bang said as he looked around for the person who had said something. He looked left, noone, he looked right, noone.
"Doofus I'm down here," Said a voice from shoe level.
Bang looked down and saw a green crystal cat. Bang cocked his head to the side and looked quizzically at the cat, "That is so frikken cool, man! A talking cat! In all my years in Paragon I've seen loads of weird crap but I've never seen a talking cat!"
Bang reached down and picked the cat up behing the front arms and began lazily dancing around in a circle, "I say this calls for a song of discovery, a song of rapture, a song of endless love!" Bang stopped his spinning, the light in the area seemed to dim to nothing.
A single beam of light came out of the sky spot lighting Bang, who was now dressed in a white suite jacket, "Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you d..."
Green luminous claws seemed to come from every direction, shredding the jacket and slicing into Bang, "Idiot it's me, Dax. And If you ever decide to treat me like a normal house cat I'll kill you. And don't ever sing that song again."
Bang looked around, "Were'nt you taller the last time I saw you? 'Sides What should we do now?"
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
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((Uh... how does Cry know that Scarlet Eye 'eats' psychic energy? I don't think Cry's ever seen the Eye eat, and it's not exactly something the elemental advertises, particularly not to potential meals.
Also, Scarlet Eye was talking out loud to Cry, not mind-to-mind. If it was telepathy, I would have noted it as such (and it would have been in italics).
Also, ironically, Cry being weak makes him a less desireable target for Scarlet Eye- it means he doesn't have as much psionic energy for the Eye to 'eat', making him a poor meal.))
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((Wow you took a good amount of words into assumptions. Assumption as is, that all living things need energy. Cry threw out a suggestion that the monster can be eaten, though I did say a psionic monstrosity, doesn't necessarily imply that Scarlet would feed on psychic energy. Cry did say to speak in "mind scape" mean to speak telepathically, Cry finds it annoying the way Scarlet speaks.
Cry just noted his weakness in his body, not his mind!))
[u]Ghost Widow's Tower[u]
I awaken.
What is this? I sense something. Many somethings. Many powerful minds. And what is this? One lurking immortal spirit? An army of the gifted? And approaching. I can sense it from here. Even though they have yet to begin their journey. It is so blatently obvious that things are seen before they are. Too long. I should go now.
What is this though? Why does the spirit attack? The seeds were spread long ago. Nobody should suspect. Yet this one does. How curious. This is a blessing in the disguise of a curse. I will strike now and here. I feel the power around, but I do not attack. I aid. I strengthen and empower them. They become more than they were ever meant to be, and in their folly, they cannot see what that means. They cannot comprehend what is happening, and I am free to do as I wish. I pick through the gathered as though they were mere tripe. They are though. Perhaps I shall leave.
No. Wait. Memory. There is such much, and so powerful, it seems to have become one with what is. Who can remember such things? Ah. I see. This is something that can be used. This all strikes me as rather odd. I did not expect such a kind welcome. Now that I look upon what is here, I realize this immortal spirit is not weak. It is injured. Driven down, beaten. I am firm yet gentle, and I slowly gain knowledge. Even knowing what I am, this fallen one is no match. It. No. She is confused by my actions. I soothe. I heal. I aid. I take the pain away and replace it with strength of mind and body. And now she is mine. Though I feel that collecting rent would not be prudent at this time. No, let her do as she pleases now. I see what she has known, and I am pleased with what I see.
This place...A fortress. It is mine. An island? I shall take it. A collection of millions of minds? Ripe. No, not ripe. All are rotten and neglected. They need healing. Of course. This is too perfect. A trap. YES. Too much coincidence. Why is this all happening? I look in every direction, and every being I see is a festering sore of pain and agony, a blight upon the world. Wounds seeking to be healed. Never before have I seen such a place. Perhaps this is not a trap? I search once more. No. Everything indicates this is an accident. No, not that either. A MISPLACEMENT. There is too much. I cannot believe. I must flee. Every sense within me screams that something is wrong.
No. I am desperation. Desperation breeds paranoia. This is not something to panic over. I should rejoice. This is a gift. The smiling face of comedy is now, finally, looking at me. The frowning mask of tragedy looms above everything here. Again, there is the feeling that something is wrong.
An emotion.
NO.
I WILL NOT. I CANNOT. I AM NOT. I DEFY. I PERSIST. I ENDURE. I CREEP, AND WHEN THE TIME COMES, I WILL SOAR. I WILL BE! I REFUSE TO CEASE! I WILL FUNCTION! I WILL INFECT AND FEED! I WILL SOW AND REAP! I WILL KILL AND DESTROY! I WILL! I AM THE EMPATHETIC EVIL AND I AM UNENDING! I STRIKE! I FEED! THIS SPIRIT IS MINE! THESE MINDS ARE MINE! THOSE WHO WILL BE ARE MINE! I WILL GROW AND I WILL REAP THE NUTRIOUS CROP OF THAT WHICH I SOW! I WILL FEAST ON THIS WORLD!
Stop. No. I will not. I cannot. I am not. This is not the way. No. These are all their own. I have no need to fight. No. Not at all. I shall rest now and gather my strength. As I slowly fade, I sense the immortal spirits power growing thanks to my efforts. She is brimming with the desire for revenge. I am content. Revenge is something worthy of appreciation.
((0_0...ghost widow is insane now?))
"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
((... now?))
"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"
((Swing and a miss, En. She is and forever will be insane to the point of being dangerous. Looks like things are heating up to the point of being fun.))
"OY! Daxipoo? I don't suppose you know how to get back to where ever it is you came from?" Bang said looking quizzically at the crystal feline.
"No idea. I latched a crystal onto Bladewing when we came to see if you were out here. Guess I could send him a message for extraction. Let's just hope we don't have to fight anything till we have back up," The cat said as it scratched his ear.
"Sounds likee youve lost youur spiiiiirit kittty," Bang said as he bent closer to the cat. He still was no where near fully powered.
"Shut up you idiot of a jester. Presiding over your realm while your friends die and dissappear doesn't prove beneficial to ones fighting spirit."
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Fourth Scale to the Left of the Second Scale on 'Wing's Arm
A small green crystal turned red and broke apart to form a miniature humanoid form no more than a quarter of an inch tall. The figure looked around before it realized how tall in comparison to the others around it. It shrugged it's shoulders and began to climb up the saurian's scales.
Once it reached his shoulder it walked across his shoulder and stopped right beside his ear. It then spoke in a voice on par with the decibal level of a fog horn, "WE ARE READY COME PICK US UP!"
I do not know my reasons for posting, but post I must. ~~Build
"We can't stop here, this is bat country."
--Johnny Depp
"I ain't bi-curious, I'm a man. Why do you think I'm wearing this tight spandex and got all these muscles?" Meatwad
Bladewing rocked sideways in midair, clapping his hands to his ears.
"GOD DAMNIT DAX!"
Twitching furiously, Bladewing made an obscure, and in most mystical societies, rude gesture, at which the air before him warped and formed an invisible, yet solid disk platform beneath the fast forming portal.
[i] "I cant wait to see the look on Dax's face when he steps over what looks like open air."/[i]
Bladewing stuck a hand through the portal, which opened right in front of Bang and Dax, and beckoned with one finger.
"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
Cry looked aside within his bubble, the mass within now fully in motion, furious, his transformation nearly complete. The meteor knew Cry was prying, well hope that the meteor did.
"My cousin, brother, relative, welcome to this dimension."
"Fate has been so cruel as to ablige your shell as that body. You may live forever my brother, but I am the manipulator, the defier, the cruel, you shall endure since that is your creation, but which there is now law on how you endure."
"You dare wake she who is dead, and you shall make her live another death, perhaps you forget her purpose left this world long ago."
*Boards the ATC*
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
((Well, I'd intended to wait for Cham's characters, but I guess since he's posted here twice and they've stayed quiet, we'll move on. 
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"I'm sure they have." the fire team's leader remarked indifferently, "So how's it work? And do you know the extent of its reach?"
At this time, the ATC had already begun its descent, gradually slowing to a stop beside the mound of detritus the other group stood on; sans Bladewing, of course, presently being in the air and all that...
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Danger let out a sigh. These guys were encourageable. Actually, he started to wonder just how this had all happened with such people at the reigns - though whether these 'villains' taking control or the 'heroes' surviving was the more confounding part, of this the Specialist wasn't suite sure. They seemed equally incompetent.
"Well, I guess I can't force you." Danger commented on Energon's silence, which to him conveyed disagreement, "But then at least take Ki here with you in case the twerp tries to get you again. She's an Anti. Basically, mental stuff has a way of disappearing when she's around. No 'psychic' is going to be able to do anything around you. Fair enough?"
The ATC now came upon the pile, firing its retros in a quick and smooth series of bursts, coming to a stop within easy leaping distance of the mound of rubbish...
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Tamesis' leap with resistance almost instantaneously, a projectile taking the form of a certain base commander intercepting the Arbiter with his suddenly airborne frame. The body packed a respectable amount of speed and force, its sudden collision bowling the man over in both a figurative as well as literal sense, too close and quick for him to avoid.
His escort certainly didn't get much to say in the matter, gargles of pain and death echoing through the twilight of the command center before they'd even fired a single shot. From the ceiling, two black blurs had bolted down, each ramming into a pair in linear fashion, the terrible sound of rending flesh and cracking bones accompanying the sudden propulsion behind a larger row of control terminals.
Tamesis reacted quickly, thrusting the corpse off himself and assessing the situation as he scrambled up. In the light that fell through the shattered windows stood the thrower of the base commander. Like Groul, the creature was an obvious draconian being, though he stood only about two point five meters tall, and his coat of scales carried a blue, almost denim hue.
Of course, there were many more major discrepancies between the two, the most notable being the presence of a rather sizeable pair of leathery wings upon the creature's back (not the shoulders), and the absence of the myriads of spikes the Field Commander's body carried. Indeed, the only spikes of this being sat at the heels of his digitigrade feet - singular, and appearing much like the claws that each of the three toes terminated in - and a line of smaller, almost tiny razors that ran down his back and tail.
The draconian features of the skull were solely bony ridges below the skin, and the keratin plates covered not only chest, abdomen, and the ventral tail, but unlike with Groul, also the throat to good measure. Horns or such were decidedly absent, and the hands carried only four digits (a thumb and three fingers), the claws of the left still stained with the blood of the base commander.
Aside from a belt around the waist, the creature wasn't wearing anything else, said belt holding a pair of roughly hand-long, segmented dark gray cylinders - the same sort that Energon X had seen within the gelatinous form of Forty-Four of Six...
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So it began.
Aboard the Dark Rover, preparations had been made. A certain veiled saurian's head turned to the sensor station's viewscreen, dragging the slate-gray hood about in the motion. Then Ken's gaze swept over the rest of the hemispherical, two-tiered command center. At various consoles and terminals full of touchscreens and readouts, the members of the crew were at position; some humanoid, others not. Then again, their forms hadn't mattered for a long time. They served the Dark Dragon now - and only that counted.
"Okay people, here we go." Ken announced, taking a step forward to activate an intercom, his voice echoing from every speaker about, "All personnel to combat ready stations. If you're not at your post already, move it. Report status upon set."
"Fire control: all gunners standing by."
"Perimeter defense: all personnel in position."
"DRE-2 is changing call signs. DRE-2 is now Alpha Niner."
Ken allowed himself a sinister smile as the rest came in. This would be fun. With a motion of his enrobed right hand, the saurian switched to a direct channel, "Attention, fire control..."
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And indeed, so it began.
With a shadow.
The alley had never been bright. But now, a dark line swept over the ground like judgment's demarcation, trailing only shadow in its wake.
Above, the massive airframe of an Arachnos strategic bomber blotted out the sun, passing not twenty meters above ground with the same speed as that of the accompanying Flyers: terrifyingly slow.
The shadows of these transports joined the silhouette of the larger craft, the crescent-shaped bomber nearly fifty meters wide from the vertex of one forward-swept wing to another, and these were joined in turn by the shadows cast from the smaller air superiority fighters.
Slowly, dreadfully, they hovered across the sky, bringing darkness to the land below, black-and-red constructions of a metal mosaic; thick crescents with cockpits, engines, and ailerons plodding along above the ruined streets, accompanied only by the dull roar of jet turbines.
And aboard the lead Flyer stood Scirocco, eyes unblinking and set upon the target in the distance. Questions abound in the mystic's head, but he girded himself with patience, observing and waiting as the crew performed their duties.
Slowly, too slowly it seemed, the ruins of Baumton passed below, mounds of rubble that had once been vibrant communities, filled with life. It was almost depressing. But only almost. Malak had a job to do - and he would see it done, come what...
Impact.
The floor beneath his feet bucked without warning.
Impact.
Impact.
Scirocco stumbled, blinding white light robbing him of what stood there to see. Though he already knew in his heart, it took several seconds for the realization to entirely dawn upon him.
The Flyer was under attack!
Outside, the gleaming bombs of energy artillery fire slammed viciously into the aircraft, and they weren't picky when it came to targets. They tore the bomber to shreds in mere moments, the large craft an equally appealing target, and as the rest of the airborne Arachnos force scattered to evade, all hell seemed to break loose.
Orders raced across channels in all directions as pilots worked frantically to correct their positions and escape the sudden onslaught, energy shells tearing into airframes again and again, ripping blazing gouges that then spewed forth long trails of thick, black smoke. Already, there wasn't one aircraft unharmed.
But as the bomber's burning wreck roared into the ground below, shield generators came online in the skies above, sealing the Flyers in protective bubbles of fluorescent blue energy.
Standing once more, Malak assessed the situation. The tremors hadn't ceased, but at least the Flyer wasn't taking any more damage. Still, he knew the fighters to be less fortunate, the unshielded smaller aircraft picked apart in the raging bombardment outside the shield. Already, orders were barked to retreat and regroup, but if anyone paid heed, Malak certainly didn't perceive them in the chaos let loose.
"They're firing artillery!" the comm. console crackled forth spastically, slurring together multiple transmissions, "They can't be firing artillery! How can they hit us with freakin' artillery?! Move it! Hell, they got Frank! Break off! Break off...!"
"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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"Eh, not a whole heck of a lot.....Two of our old friends have come back, I leave you to guess which ones, tangled with an interesting villan, mostly psychic but a little bit of something else..which I will find out what it was eventually."
Pausing for a second, Bladewing rubbed his chin.
"Oh yeah, and I have been raiding and destroying every villan held old hero outpost on the planet over the course of 30 years....and destroying any that managed to slip into my base."
"Such scavenging has given me just about an endless amount of tech and magic to use when and where I see fit...like the hundreds of insanely powerful guns I added to the Bastion..and the HVAS and Longbow mech construction facilities I gave to them."
"If all goes well, the Bastion might not be our "Last" refuge anymore...I intend to retake this damn city, or have a hand in the apocalypse that takes place otherwise, because damn if 30 years doesnt tend to make one bored."
"You, dear sir, are a legend. "- nelly. "PIE DOESN'T HAVE TENTACLES!"
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