((That Jump Bot wasn't a regular jump bot, that was Colin's.))
((lol kk its sentimental will fix post!))
The dagger combusted and melted to slag before it hit the Tomb Freak. Of course, Molten pieces of slag were still harmful. The only reason the last dagger had been ineffective was because the Tomb Freak had simply zipped around it. With his Greater Fire Sword embedded in Marty, dodging was not an option.
The molten metal smacked onto the Freak's neck and burned.
There was a gigantic roar that seemed to be eminated by multiple layers of voices, each with a different pitch, all of which reverberated to be heard from over a mile away. The Tomb Freak, now completely enraged, erupted in an Inferno of fire and explosive force.
The ability being displayed by this Freak here was completely unprecedented. He was exceeded most blasters and brutes in terms of offensive firepower. (Literally.) Yet strangely, this Freak didn't seem to have earned his metal yet. No Excelsior Feeders were attached to his body and he hadn't received any cybernetic neural implants yet. So what was currently boosting his abilities to such a high level?
Marty was blasted back over twenty feet, the flesh was gone from his face and upperbody. He smacked into the pavement, a wet gurgle eminating from his scorched throat. Three seconds. Two seconds. One second. Bye bye freak boy.
His teleportcard gave a weak beeping sound. Completely and utterly pissed the scrapper concentrated on healing. The previously burned away flesh seemed to instantly heal, tissue replaced tissue and so forth. "Damn peice of [fecal matter]," he shouted as he took the card from his panel pocket.
He smashed it between his hands hard enough for the card to break. The card gave a loud burp and light eminated from the damaged card and Marty was no longer there. He had been whisked away to the safety of Bastion.
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Marty appeared in a flash from an old/repaired medbay. He stumbled into the open and looked at the gathered heroes. He noticed the two armored figures and Caleb crouched behind a crate. "So we throwing a party?" Marty said wryly cracking a smile.
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
((Blast you Sovs! Too tired to retaliate; your timing is impeccable...
To the hibernation chamber!
*Sleep now, post later*))
((God damn, this thing moves fast! No second post yet, probably tomorrow, though.))
((gods..this might be too fast paced even for me...and thats saying something.))
"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
((I've only made five posts! With a minium of four posts in between and an average of at least six posts!
It's not my fault! >.>
)
((I haven't posted that much yet. . .let me get warmed up. And En you need to drop a char in. I'm interested in seeing what future Bladewing is like))
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
((And, we have incoming! Took me a few to join this one 'cos I had to doublecheck something with the OP first... Oh- a quick explanation for those that haven't RPed with me before? My character, Energon X, is an energy/energy blaster. When he's exposed to an intense energy field, his own powers flare up to match it. The more intense the field, the more intense his reaction... and the weaker his control. He's mentioned in an earlier thread that he had accidentally destroyed a pocket dimension that way, barely surviving thanks to expert work by the medevac transporter operators and the godlike powers of DJ Zero. Short form? E-X exposed to too much energy, E-X goes boom))
[u]TWENTY YEARS AGO[u]
FOUNDERS FALLS, MIDNIGHT
Wild winds whipped across the wreckage of one of the omnipresent warheouses, the wan light of a blood-red moon contrasting sharply with the fireglow as Paragon City's most prosperous district burned.
Dr. Aeon danced madly in the flickering light, raw elemental power arcing from his fingertips as the sabotaged W.E.B. Device fed unimaginable energies into him, energies so vast that the local spacetime was warping. "Lo, I am unto a god!" he cackled, stolen power roaring through his veins like a maddening drug. "I have crushed all who came against me! Not even Lord Recluse himself can stop me now!"
Scattered about him were the broken forms of a half-dozen heroes, a Task Force of tremendous strength sent to stop him. They had failed.
Aeon danced harder, his mind fraying under the stresses of the energies he was subjecting it to, until his eyes fell on one purple-and-blue clad form that was still moving, shaking faintly. Suddenly still, he froze, then stalked over to the half-shattered form of the Blaster.
A mighty kick and Energon X flipped end over end to smash against a broken wall twenty yards away. "Why is this hero still alive?" Aeon screamed. He looked closer. "Why is this hero laughing?" he howled, hysteria colouring his voice as a bitter, raspy chuckle became briefly audible before choking off with a gasp of pain, then resuming. Then he stopped again, shocked into some calm backwater off the swirling rapids of madness. "Why is this hero... glowing?" he whispered.
Infinity blossomed.
[u]THE PRESENT[u]
FOUNDERS CRATER
Nearly a full mile below the surface, an armoured figure stood at the base of the glass-smooth crater, remembering. It bore a passing resemblance to Positron's old containment suit, and clearly shared much the same function.
A discrete plaque sat at his feet. It read:
Above this site in 2009, Task Force Gamma proved its fateful name.
Confronting the mad Dr. Aeon, who had hijacked the energies of Lord Recluse' W.E.B. device, Task Force Gamma fought bravely, but was defeated. With his dying breath, in a final, desperate attempt to stop Aeon, Energon X released all his energies, resulting in the crater.
Fortunately, the War Walls held, channeling the blast upwards. No trace of Task Force Gamma or Dr. Aeon was ever found again.
The armoured suit gave a bitter grunt as it read the plaque for the thousandth time.
So close to the truth, and yet so far. he thought, more resigned than angry, anymore. It was months before it was possible to enter this zone after that blast. The war was already well underway by then, it wasn't a high priority anyways. Still... I don't think I'll ever forget my shock when the first thing the survivors of the Freedom Phalanx found here was... a mind. Disembodied and tenuous, barely hanging on, but still there. Sister Psyche gathered it up, and Positron was able to re-rig one of his spare containment suits to allow me to be solid again.
The armoured figure shook his head. They weren't quite sure what to do with me after that... on the one hand, I'd stopped Aeon; he was going crazy... well, crazier, anyways, from the sheer volume of power that was being channeled through him, and if he hadn't been stopped, he probably would have cracked the world like an eggshell. On the other hand, the energy that I'd released... I still can't believe they thought I'd done it on purpose, rather than just losing control... more than a hundred thousand people, gone in an instant.
Another bitter chuckle... unsettlingly similar to the last sound Aeon had ever heard... In the end, they mailed me a little medal and a cheque for medical expenses... really, more maintenance than medical, but whatever... and discreetly tried to ignore me as the war raged on.
He shrugged and glanced up as a change in the texture of the air warned him of someone's approach. Target Lad... now in his middle thirties, and simply calling himself "Target", a verbal shaken fist at the universe... floated down, still stubbornly wearing jeans, sneakers, and a ratty white t-shirt with a bullseye on it. "Finished with your yearly self-flagellation yet, Uncle E?" he asked. He glanced around. "You know, to this day I think that's the most thankful I've ever been for having gotten saddled with a metric crapton of homework... otherwise I would have been with you when this..." he waved at the glassy walls of the crater "happened."
"Right, Danny. We've had this conversation every year for the last ten years." "And yet you never listen. And it's 'Daniel' now, or just Target." The armoured figure of Energon X just shrugged. "I changed your diapers when I babysat you for my sister, I get to call you Danny." "Twice." Target muttered, "When my mom bullied you into babysitting me when you were fourteen." E-X snorted, the first sign of real amusement he'd shown since the day started. "Indeed. Let's get back to Bastion, although we're gonna have to sneak through The Gap... even after all this time, teleporters don't work properly here."
Target nodded and pulled out his bow, an arrow nocked and ready. The older Blaster shook his head. "To this day, I'll never know how you manage to survive by launching pointy sticks at people..." The two took to the sky and flew for The Gap, a ragged tear that had been blasted in the War Wall when the gates had been fused shut. If they arrived safely, they would teleport to the Bastion without further ado.
"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"
Acanous opened his eyes, gathering his bearings. Steel Canyon had changed much over the years, and with all his planehopping, it was hard to believe he was in the same dimension.
Paranoia had him check the minicomputer consealed under a plate on his gauntlet. Not because he REALLY believed there had been an accident with the teleportation, but just because things like that CAN happen.
interesting, there's been recent teleportation nearby...and not mine
His ears perked as he heard a sudden explosion, and he looked up to see something floating in the air near the Arachnos base, laying down cannonfire into a fourth-story window.
well I DID want to get some action, and Angus DOES want tactical data... still, assaulting a fortified position with unknown backup seems risky.
Just then, the most wretched, horrible sounding scream reached him, coming from SOMEWHERE down the street behind him, like three death wails bound together by the barbed chains of hell.
Then again, it certainly seems better than the alternative.
Activating his rocketboots with a hand motion intentionally designed to look like an arcane activation, Acanous leapt towards the Arachnos base, gathering the negative energies needed to cloak him from the normal means of detection.
At the least, I can get a better look before I decide weather or not it's worth bleeding for
at the height of his first jump, he uttered a single word, cracking a smile as he did so.
"Demorecord"
Looking streight down, he figured this was the best way to get Von Auger back for that mars thing.
You can't spell Slaughter without laughter
All your gonna do is just farm behemoths anyways.
My thoughts on November 30.
Tamesis was not an Arbiter for nothing, nor was he simply one of the throwaway Arbiters, standing around Mercy Island and talking to the villains who were not above exterminating snakes. No, Arbiter Tamesis was far above them.
Tamesis specialized in combat, plain and simple. He was not a great intellectual mind, and he was not introducing any new and advanced technology or arcane developement of the organization. (On a side note, this was partially the reason he was placed to work with Jake. They're reasoning was that Jake's mind with his skill would make for a deadly combination.)
Due to this, Arbiter Tamesis simply held up his arms across each other in a gesture of defense, an invisible shield glowing every time it deflected a bullet. ((Picture coming when I can draw it.))
"Oh, you guys chose a really bad few seconds to attack. You see, I'm here right now, and that's never a good thing." He pushed another button on his helmet, opening up yet another comm link with Jake.
"What?!" Three times in half a minute seemed to be even more irritating.
"We just got attacked, Cry and I are attempting to hold them off, sound an alarm for me, 'kay?" Indeed, even as he said this, Tamesis dissapeared in a flash of light and a slight pop, reappearing behind one of the Sky Raiders and slamming him in the back of the head with a flaming boot. But that wasn't all. If the Sky Raider hadn't been caught off guard enough by the blow to the back of the head, his falling form would have even more to worry about when Tamesis teleported yet again underneath him, elbowing him in the gut, then pushing him away from him by kicking his torso.
"One down." He stated simply, teleporting on top of the Sky Skiff and engulfing his hands in a black flame, which seemed to spread to his forearm.
Then his shoulder.
Then his torso.
Then his head.
Then his thighs.
And calves.
And finally feet.
Two red slits remained where there once were eyes.
A raspy voice called out to the occupant in the Sky Skiff, seeming desperately in need of water.
"Now you're screwed."
Two hands, at almost the temperature of hot plasma, slammed the two fans keeping the Skiff aloft, in hopes of more or less rendering it unable to fly, in order to draw the obvious leader of the party out.
((This thing does indeed move -WAY- too fast.
Okay, Devious, I am not ignoring you...))
As the huge tank-thing appeared, she did little besides step aside to get out if its way. 50 levels and over 20 years in Paragon, and nothing really surprised you any more. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if, right now, a giant polka-dotted space slug from beyond the stars with three tortillas taped to its head suddenly phased right through the ceiling.
Paragon kinda did that to you.
As they started to fight, however, she watched interestedly, and a bit amazed that it hadn't even taken three seconds. That was fast, even compared to some of the superspeeders she'd seen. She just kind of blinked in amazement, and turned to Monarch, one eyebrow raised.
Medical nerd? she thought. Don't seem to be too many of those around. And I really shouldn't just tell anyone about the inner workings of my dragonish body so easily. Could easily be used against me, and for all I know, this whole thing is a trap.
She shifted slightly, talons scraping the floor. "Well, uh...What is it you want to know exactly? How I manage to get off the ground?"
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
((whoever feels like interacting with Energon X and Target, feel free to either ambush them, 'bump into' them in The Gap, or just auto them to the Bastion and meet them at the teleporters. In the meantime...))
The mayhem at Cry's nursery was messy, but it was controlled; a military assault on one side, a more-or-less military defense on the other.
At least, it had been.
Raw chaos erupted, as both sides found themselves losing control of their limbs, or reality warping and shifting around them... one luckless Sky Raider found that his nervous system had simply been scrambled, every nerve impulse seamlessly rerouted elsewhere than it was supposed to. He collapsed, twitching. Several of the Sky Raiders collapsed, retching, as the assault on their senses proved too much to bear, and one Teleporter, fleeing to vanish in a long scream, reappeared inside another one, the resultant explosion scattering smoking meat across the room and outside yard.
One of Cry's thralls simply collapsed and died, as the weakness of their psychic defenses, all but gone after Cry's repeated brutalizing, allowed the hero's autonomous nervous system to turned off as if someone had thrown a switch. Another of the Sky Raiders screamed, turning his gun on his companion in a stream of fire as he screamed, over and over, "Ia, Ia, Pthagn Hai!"
Then the Scarlet Eye stepped out from behind nothing, calmly waving a hand and slapping two of the Sky Raiders together, impaling the unlucky Raider Engineer on the Wing Raider's airelon and causing the latter to tumble out of the sky and break their neck. He was tall and thin, dressed in a long black duster and shabby, dark-coloured clothes. A fedora cast blacker shadows than it should have been able to, concealing his face... except for his single eye that blazed red with the fires of hate, a crimson glow that illuminated nothing.
Where Cry's psychic power was a monstrous club, simply smashing through any resistance with raw power to take what the infant needed, the Scarlet Eye's was a storm of shrapnel, slicing and rerouting with little care to the effect other than that it feed the maelstrom of chaos and death. In the midst of the storm, he bowed ironically to the infant. "You called, Lieutenant?" he rasped.
"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"
((DeviousMe, your two guys are at the entrance right? I am going to sneak Wolffe and Dragonistic out of there for now because she gave me an opportunity to elaborate on the layout of the bastion a little.))
Wolffe nodded back to Justice Reborn.
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"It's been said your ferocity and zeal has won us heroes many a victory," he said on a lighter note. "Please, do tell."
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I dont do much fighting anymore. Mostly just teach new heroes how to not get killed.
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She nodded, smiling a little. "Hungry? Of course. I just hope you've got enough to feed me without starving everybody else." That last bit was meant as a joke, of course, but she did seem like she could eat an awful lot.
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Wolffe chuckled a little, Were pretty used to that. This way, we have a big kitchen and dining hall, he said, leading her to the promise of hot food.
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"So...Exactly how safe is this place?" she looked a bit cautious, having gone to several 'safe' places before, only to end up as one of few survivors as the other secret bases were crushed.
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He talked as he walked her to the dining hall, Its safety is mostly in how well hidden it is. Above ground it looks like a five story building that has been bombed out. We dont use it for much besides antennae and different gadgets that keep us from being found; I dont know how they work. We have several hidden tunnels leading in and out, and all the entrances are hidden. We have private rooms to sleep in, a medical center, labs, this dining hall, and so on. Its pretty big and mostly underground with lots of sensors to find out if anyone is nearby. If were not safe here were not safe anywhere.
The Bastion was indeed big, but it was also reflective of the hard times they lived in. Graffiti and bits of trash lined the concrete walls, cracked and cold. Bare lightbulbs hung above, flickering occasionally. But the dining hall was different. They had done there best to make as much of the base as comfortable as possible, and this was one of their proudest achievements. The kitchen was stainless steel, and kept very sanitary. The dining hall was warmly lit and welcoming. The table was a long folding one, and the chairs were mixed and matched, but they did the job. Wolffe took his preferred chair, a simple folding metal one. It was rather uncomfortable.
A computerized voice broke in over the speakers, Two unknowns detected at entrance.
Wolffe seemed more annoyed at the voice in the speakers than worried about the fact that there were more new people showing up.
Dont worry, it did that for you too. We have more than enough people and automatic defenses to handle new arrivals if they decide to try anything.
If she was like him, which he thought he was, he knew where to direct her, The meat is over there, he pointed to a large, industrial refrigerator of prepared meals.
So who are you, and what brought you here? If you dont mind me asking.
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The welcoming committee was even less welcoming this time as the two fought some horrid black nightmare. Heavy caliber machine gun and energy weapon turrets popped out of their hiding places in the walls, ceiling and floor. They tracked the lizard mens movements in twitching, jittery movements. The nervous machines seemed a little trigger happy for autonomous robots. Whoever programmed them was probably a little twitchy themselves.
Flagstone sighed, Today is not an easy day. Do you speak?
((Edit: also, damn this thing really took off.))
She shrugged, and pulled open the fridge, leaning far into it. In not very long at all, she came back out of it with quite a bit of meat -- more than any ordinary person could eat. She walked over to the table, and took a seat on a spinning office chair.
Dragonistic decided to answer his questions before she started scarfing the meat down. "Well," she said, "I'm just who the license says. Dragonistic, mutant pyrokinetic, security level 50. My real name doesn't matter any more. As to how I got here...Well, it wasn't easy to find out about this place. I had to do a lot of digging with the few of my contacts who're still alive."
Immediately after explaining things, she took a huge bite of one of the pieces of meat, ripping it off easily. It was now obvious that she didn't JUST have fangs -- every one of her teeth was razor-sharp and pointed.
Every one.
@Dragonistic
Unless I'm quoting someone, EVERY SINGLE post above is QR.
<----Female
Dragonistic, Kheldragon, Ink Dyne, KheIdragon, Squiddy Attack
Total level is about 149.
EVILCAT
SEZ YOUR COMPU-TAR TASTE LIKE CHIKIN
((Well, they're wherever Justice Reborn is - I thought that was with the others, but if they're not around, I guess I made a mistake in location. 
That'd explain a few things. But yeah, I can roll with that. IC post to come once I have time.))
"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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In a deserted corner of the idyillic paradise once know as eden, shaded by a waterfall and several groves of trees, a sigil appeared on the cliff face.
The sigil began as the color of the stone upon which it rested, but slowly it darkened eventually turning pitch black.
The sigil then shuddered, and began moving in a circular pattern across the rock, leaving behind other sigils until an 8 by 8 foot ring was glowing blackly against the rocks.
As the sun went down, the ring began to spin, faster and faster until it appeared as nothing more than a black circle upon the cliff.
Slowly the circle began to fill with darkness, until with a thunderclap, it crackled with dark energies and disgorged a single figure.
Standing seven feet tall, and cloaked from head to foot in black scales, Bladewing stared out over Eden and grinned. Shaking his wings, limbs, and sword, he flicked off the remaining splotches of gore and then walked back through the portal, returning moments later with several corpses, which he immediatly threw all the way to the center of the forest.
"That is the last time I let my base portal open into an area where there is even a chance of someone except me entering it." "Bloody arachnos, stealthing into my base and trying to sabotage my generators, maybe I should lob a few of their corpses to their local recruitment office, just so that they get the point."
Grousing to himself, Bladewing walked back through his portal, speaking the closing spell as he did, and walking through dimensions until he reached his personal base.
Musing to himself, Bladewing walked the halls of his sanctum, glancing affectionatly at the various trophys he had collected during his lifetime. Various articles from Arachnos's best, and worst, tokens of gratitude from citizens and heroes alike, and on another wall his shining trophies, the reprimand letters from various hero organizations for his wanton slaughter of evildoers, extradimensional terrors, demons, and generally the worst most realities had to offer.
Grinning widely, Bladewing walked through his defense grids, checking all the weaponry and traps before moving on to his energy and intel chambers. Here were some of the greatest power sources and linking magics known in the cosmos, generating enough power to make sure that the base remained cloaked and shielded from prying eyes and offensive firepower.
The only way to take out this fortress was from the inside, and as the Arachnos agents had discovered, entry without permission was followed by swift death.
Bladewing continued to his meditation and scrying sphere, from which he could veiw any events he wished in peace and safety.
Rapping his No-Dachi's hilt upon the sphere, he spoke the command phrases to both open the sphere and arm the base's detection and defense systems.
Speaking to his mystic control system, Bladewing made his orders clear.
"I will be scrying the surface for some time, something new is happening in the streets of Paragon and the Rouge Isles, Do not disturb me unless it is absolutely necessary that you do so."
"As you wish master Bladewing, do you wish me to contact you in the event of a major upheaveal?"
"Yes, notify me of any and all major or seemingly major events that I am not scrying at the time"
Assuming sitting lotus, with his blade across his lap, Bladewing began forming hand symbols and chanting as the sphere closed around him, conjuring the mystical portals through which he observed the events of the world.
A certain pair of Heroes caught his attention as they moved through The Gap, and headed for what had once been Talos Island.
"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
Approaching the Dark Rover would be quite uneventful. The vehicle had stopped dead, and the same had befallen its systems. Not a trickle of energy could be made out.
There didnt exist any hatches or personnel entryways, the dorsal hangar gates apparently the only originally planned access paths. However, some of the gouges that had been torn into the Rover were quite sizeable, and a few could easily let a creature of less than three meters pass; that was, so long as they lay in the aft sections, as the forward portion of the Rover had been nearly completely buried.
It may have been a tight squeeze, as the tears were rather narrow, but accessible nonetheless. Beyond lay...
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Dark.
Pitch-black, utter, complete, and irrefutable murk - and a great deal of it.
The characteristic echo of bone colliding with metal.
A growl; no, more of a groan, such as the kind one might let out after a bad night's sleep, when all muscles still lay sore from the previous day.
"Ow." muttered a frustrated, grumbling tone as motion about could be heard, "What happened to the emergency lights?"
The answer was of course obvious, but when one's skull throbbed with pain, things tended to consume more time than usual.
"Not on, Chief." replied another voice, much the same as the first, though its tone sat a nuance lower, and liveliness sounded somewhat more present, as evidenced by the chuckle that accompanied the statement.
"I noticed. Have we stopped?"
"I think so, Sir."
"Good. Anyone else awake?"
A gaggle of voices sounded in the darkness, containing all manner of tones and noises, from the bubbled to the rasping.
"It's a start. Hmph...I can't see squat."
"Go for thermal, Sir."
"My headache is jamming me. Forget it. Just get power back, that's what matter right now."
"Right, Sir. Already found a conduit. I'll just plug..."
"That's my tail. Let go. Now."
"Sorry, Sir. Seeing is a little difficult right now."
"Really? I hadn't noticed. Just get power back as quickly as you can. I don't care how. After that, I want every millimeter of this thing swept, inside and out. Especially the aft sectors. It'd be a real pain if we'd dragged something nasty along from the other side and didn't know up here."
"I'll have Lancers out and about in no time, Sir..."
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A duo of pneumatic taps sounded as the left suit of armor took two steps forward, its head visibly scrutinizing the 'welcoming committee' with all the care and precision a predator would give any potential rival.
The morphology and language didn't offer too many clues. There existed hundreds of species a human would consider to look like them, and the suits' translators would still need a little while to find the correct idiom from all of nine words. Hopefully, the systems even had it stored; or better yet, it'd been subject of a language course.
If not...they'd need more words, this was certain. And these guys didn't look in the mood to talk. Their weaponry may have been archaic, but the suits had already been heavily damaged. There was no telling how much more punishment they'd be capable of taking this day. The duo needed some time, for any number of purposes, and spending it in silence didn't seem to be the wisest choice.
"Halaton kher lemuu onsa." spoke the left-hand armored figure in a somewhat garbled, but still understandable voice that held a mechanical undertone, likely a result of the suit's damage. The figure's tone sat deep and in somewhat of a growl, but didn't seem to have entered the territory of the aggressive just yet.
Sadly, Flagstone's wordless response - a raised eyebrow complete with quizzical expression - blew the hope out of the lava that these creatures remembered their ancestry; or had any connection to begin with. Well, it had been worth a try.
"English." the right-hand figure finally uttered, the sigh of frustration in its tone unable to be missed, "That makes you 'humans'. So, do tell - what do you seek to gain from kidnapping us?"
"I will warn you now," the speaker's compatriot stated with a grunted huff, "your plans will fail. The Dark Dragon does not negotiate; nor does he look kindly upon the taking of hostages..."
"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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((Sorry for ignoring you, mate, it's just your post had me bit confused.))
As the rift opened up, and the two strange figures approached, Morach blurted out, "What the hell!?" With a look of utter befuddlement he almost screamed. His eyes began to widen to that of a small puppy. Excitement welled in his voice, as he almost yelped. "What that some sort of inter-dimensional travel mechanism!?" "Why, whatever it was, please tell me more," he begged completely unaware, and not worrying about the danger he might've put himself in.
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As Fenrir made his way towards, from what he had heard, a rapidly intensifying fight in the warehouse, he caught something he couldn't pass up. Two unsuspecting wanderers in such a dangerous part of town. This was going to be a ball. As he landed just outside of the landmark know as The Crater, he said,"Cute costumes, so sorry I'll have to tear them up."
((Now wait a minute, I'm confused. If the Scarlet Eye serves Cry, why were both sides affected by the psychic attack?))
Lou watched as the monitor zoomed in on the human flying toward him.
"Shoulda known," he grumbled. "A Mutt. What is it with this planet and Mutts. Okay, let's be unrealistic for a moment and see if we can get outta this the easy way. Hit 'im with some Smokers and get ready to high-tail it for the landing site."
Several shells launched from the ship's weapons, exploding in mid-air into clouds of smoke and chaff. The ship then began to turn, though still keeping its weapon-lock on the incoming human.
"Send a message to the landing zone," Lou told Zoot. "Tell 'em we ran into a little trouble. Might be a bit late."
"HEY! Nobody kidnapped anyone, you guys just popped in. Now explain if you are capable of doing so, why are you here?" Justice shouted as he motioned for Marty to take cover.
The dagger weilding scrapper shrugged a little as he boldly walked toward the two new comers. He extended his hand toward them in greeting, "Marty Cross, lead striker of Close Squad. Welcome to Bastion. If you wanna fight I'm sure we can be more than accomodating. But if you are here for peace, and maybe a meal, you are welcome to stay for awhile."
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
((? It's not sentimental - Colin = Khellendrosiic, it's a character of his.))
"Aww, looks like we've pissed off the baby sitter, men!" The loudspeakers boomed. The fists would never make contact with the Skiff, as Tamesis was rapidly and forcefully introduced to a repulsion bubble that sent him sprawling away. Thankfully, the bubble only pushed him, and had caused no damage.
"Damn shame." The loudspeaker crackled again. Suddenly, a huge spray of heat seeking multi-missiles were ejected from the side of the Skiff, igniting midfall and hurtling after the Arbiter at speeds too quick for any normal man to even react to...
As for the heroes the child sent after the Sky Raiders, they too met the unfortunate fact that these Sky Raiders weren't your old 2007 Sky Raiders. As the first Energy Hero zeroed in on one of the Wing Raiders, he was blasted backwards with a huge burst of rounds from the Merc's Gauss Rifle. Even as he flew backwards, dozens more of the rifles blasted at him at speeds too fast for nigh anyone to comprehend...
The hero stood there every effort until the last of the life was gone. She dropped to the floor cradling the baby protecting it. Gunshot wounds were spread around her body, she fell gently and laid the baby next to her smiling until she closed her eyes.
A little giggle came from the bundle. The room shook a heartbeat awakening it. The shockwave sent a burst of air rising and the bundle lifted into the air. "One of you shall take her place." A flash of yellow eclisped the eyes of the baby and the assault bot was lifted from the air and shot across the room sending it skidding to a halt. "I like living things to hold me."
Cry's immense physic abilities took the shape of 4 beings. The guard, the eye, the hand, and the fourth one he had yet to use. The scrap metal fell to the floor and a blur could outline the firgure representing Cry. Cry lifted, though in a sense he lifted himself it was his abilities acting alone that lifted him.
"It dies or we all die? Amusing." Four clad heroes came from the shadows their blank faces empty. Their powers lit up and their energy charged. "Lets see how a group of mercenaries can take on a elite group of heroes."
One of the heroes was incased in ice and fists glowed in pink pom-poms. It took shades to its face and then lept in a super jump focusing a energy attack while the others behind it activated their powers as Cry watched. "Intresting on how a group of them could attack my office, glad I was prepared."