(Open Season) Isla de la Muerte Inslito ((The big fight thread))

Sector D5
Viral Lab Alpha

Destroyer's wish was about to come true, though of course different than expected. Vyachslav hadn't been sitting there idle during his montage. Even as his long tail shivered the crate Hugo had thrown, sending them to rain down around the two - not that he expected it to harm them; they were, after all, only wood - he was already well into his further plans. If these two weren't content to deal with one another, he'd just have to give them something else with which to busy themselves.

So he aimed up.

A cacophonous roar strummed through the warehouse floor as the combi-cannon's interval setting pulverized a sizeable chunk of ceiling, all sort of dirt and debris raining down from above as Vyachslav unfolded his wings and powered up from below with great, purposeful beats. It wasn't enough to harm his opponents, but chances were decent that they'd find it rather hard to see in the rain of dust, rocks, and chunks of metal.

Naturally though, he didn't leave it at that. Why should he? There was so much more he could sic on them. The trap door in the room beyond the open blast gate was the next thing to go - or at least that was the goal of the multi-missile he sent roaring at it from the launcher in his back. Considering the thing carried a number of small HHe bombs, it was a reasonable idea. He briefly wondered what Warburg was like in this universe. Perhaps he'd take a look later on, after he was done here.

No, he certainly wasn't done here yet. The combi-cannon cycled again, and though the impact of the first chunk of concrete momentarily unbalanced the hovering and rising Vyachslav, it didn't stop him from lancing the thick, orange beam of a sun-hot thermocannon right into the explosive racks below. Truth be told, he wasn't sure whether their yield would be enough to do Destroyer and Hugo any harm (nor if the released virus would affect them), but he figured all the mayhem he left behind would at least keep them busy while he rose through the hole in the ceiling and into the floor above the storage chamber.

Was there anything here of note...?

E4 North
(18)

“As I thought!”

Several veins of a crystal like rock formed on the wrestler’s body, creating an earth based faraday cage, that diverts the lightning over his stony skin, stopping it from striking him directly and earthling it into the ground.

E4 East
(6)

The jaguar themed fighter begins to slow down as he’s caught in the field, bullet speed movements decaying till he is moving with a treacley slowness.

E4 West
(6)
The frog man appears on the walls as the water evaporates from his body, he is currently trying to fight his way free of the tentacles.

E4 Central.

The purple field over the collum drops as with a ‘ping’ and elevator arrives, a young girl perhaps a tween at most steps out of it, she’s dragging a heavy bag with her, well it looks like a bag, but most bags don’t have day glow yellow tags to pull. She’s trembling and white with fear, looking around with wide scared eyes. She spots Patsy.

“Listen you, we have to get off this island, I’ll pay you if you help me but we have to get off this island soon, they woke it up! They woke up the god killer!”

D5

Blasting up would reveal a room, much like the one where the elevator shaft had finished, massive fluid filled capsules, ten in all filled with a warm blue fluid, and each containing a man, woman or child. Though unlike the vampire capsules, these are less containers and more life support machines, computer screens near them with read outs of vital signs and brain wave patterns.

When the trap door is smashed open by the missiles there would be no immediate effect, the trap door is dark inside, unnaturally so, the light from the room should show something inside but doesn’t even manage to penetrate further than the broken lid, the edges of which are beginning to rust.

E4 East


With a small grin, the girl lowered herself down in front of the Jaguar fighter. “Okay mister, I think I win now?” she spoke as she held the man in place. She outstretched her hand in front of her and slowly clenched her fist, the field around the man began to tighten and intensify even more, slowly crushing him. Intent on causing him enough pain so the man passed out, or otherwise, she did not care much by this point, as long as she was considered winner and let out of this hot room.

The coiling mass of shadow twitched, turning as faintly glowing eyes narrowed and looked around.
Prescence...where was it? Underground, with all this chaos, was begginning to cloud his senses.

Nightwalker slid back out of the tunnel like a dark cloud, hovering upwards until he seemed to simply fade into the apocalyptic sky. Ebon eyes narrowed further as he observed the sky above the exploding volcano, ash and lightning becoming one swirling mass.
"Fascinating...What power..."

Nightwalker waited, attention partially on the display in the sky, the rest searching for the prescence of his target;
Tomb

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

E4 West

Erez'Zul smiled, now was his chance.
He floated to the middle of the room, outstretching his arms, dark lightning erupted from his hands, surging through the tentacles, electrifying the room and unless he had escaped, the frog man as well.


E4 Central

Screecher walked out of the room holding the key in his hand.
Looking up he saw the others gathered round and the small girl in the middle.
He quickly hid they key, placing it within his coat, walking towards the group, waving slightly as he did.


Sector D5
Viral Lab Alpha

Destroyer lost sight of Vyachslav in the dust and debris it had caused, he would most likely have lost sight of Hugo if not for his massive size.
The ground shook slightly as he clenched his fists, his rage growing with each passing second. He slammed his fists on the ground again, the crack in the floor stretching out a few metres.
He jumped high into the air, almost reaching the roof. Although none of the triplets could speak, Destroyer let out a loud, deep roar to show his anger.

He plummeted to the ground, driving his fist hard into the ground. Cracks shot out from the point of impact, encompassing the room around him, the very structure they were in was now falling apart.
He hammered his fists on the ground again, the impact like an explosion sending dust and debris in all directions.

Sector D5
Viral Lab Alpha

Vyachslav lashed out with his free hand as the new ceiling quickly came too close for comfort (and especially flight), spearing his clawed fingers into the closest wall to gain support for a few fractions of a second while his feet sought hole's edge to grasp. They found it too, and fortunately it was solid enough to hold up, and not a moment too soon. The orange energy fields that formed his wing skins flickered out of existence once more as their power drained away, the black luster of their skeletal supports collapsing back into the matte pylons he could lay flush to his back.

He regarded the events below once more, unable to help a twinge of disappointment, then waddled forward and away from the hole, seeking an undisturbed wall. Soon there, he reached out and began to scratch another message into the material, at the same time turning his burning gaze to the scientist still held firm in his other hand. Vyachslav relaxed his grip a bit, turning the man toward the letters he'd etched into the wall, presenting them to him unmistakably as what they were.

A demand.

TOMB

WHERE...
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Sector E4
Old Insidium Plant

The three containers crashed into the tortured soil with resounding report, coming apart in mere portions of a second, just as was expected. What was not expected, however, was that what emerged from the armored casings were [i]anything[/b] but battle drone.

Over three meters tall once they'd fully deployed, the swamp-green humanoid machines looked bulky and awkward, their arms and legs looking to be box-beam sections that were much too large in proportion to the comparatively slim torso from which they drew support. Their hips were unflatteringly wide, form serving function in providing solid, sturdy anchor points for the bulbous legs, and the wide section that served simultaneously as sternum and shoulders looked designed by someone with absolutely no sense of aesthetics.

Worse yet, the things didn't even have real heads, a small, squat cube that was visibly a multifunction camera jutting up between their shoulders like some sort of oversized techno-warts.

Ugly as they were though, their armaments held a strange allure. Though just as clunky and coarse as the machines in whose hands they lay, the long-barreled machine guns in their right hands were of visibly refined design, cooling jackets, gas-vent recoil compensation systems, and state conversion ammunition plans all tightly integrated into a weapon of pure, singular purpose. The buckler-like convex metal disk flanged to the lower left arm of each carried an even greater strange sense of functional beauty, adding both further defensive capability to the heavy-set armor of its machine, as well as making it a more versatile offensive weapon by providing point-blank range weaponry.

All in all, though they clearly weren't anywhere near as sophisticated as the Lance, each of the three was a visibly purposed piece of military hardware that probably wasn't to be taken lightly.

Especially on the move.

The three split up almost instantly, quickly assessing the situation for what it was and responding with rapid, resounding footfalls. Two went for what remained of the building, each on a different course, while the third sought some manner of cover in order to buy enough time for a further analysis of the forces assembled here - in other words, to try and puzzle out just who was fighting whom all here...

E4, below the plant...

The normal response would have been “No, I’m ******* Alice in Wonderland, can’t you see the imaginary numbers?”.

But this isn’t a normal situation.

“This isn’t a bag, it’s a dingy, and I’m intending to use it to get away from the island, some one will investigate why the island is gone sooner or later, just need to float until then.”

She tries to make her way to the elevator, though will continue her explanation if she’s stopped or followed.

“The Godslayer, it’s a nightmare made real. You see if you get enough psychics together, feed them enough drugs and psychotherapy you can cause them to have shared fears and nightmares, and if that fear is strong enough and the psychics powerful enough, you can bring it to existence in the waking world.”

“As for what it is exactly, it’s entropy in its final form, the eventual death of the universe, well a possible way for it to end. Darkness and cold, every half life ended, every metal rusted and every star cold and dead in the sky, stillness and decay throughout the cosmos. Luckily, it shouldn’t destroy much more than this island, which is why I’d really like to leave, I’d suggest you do the same.”

D5

With an animalistic cry of fear, the Simi-ham ran towards the elevator, ripping it out and beginning to climb up the shaft towards the flooded lab.

From the pit tentacles of utter blackness begin to rise, drinking in light like a blackhole, everything they touch becomes dust, metal rusting away as if millennia has passed in an instant, one touch a light bulb and the lights throughout D5 shut out as it pulls all the energy out of the lighting circuit.

“You.. you bliztering IDIOT you have doomed us all, you CRETIN, you NINCOMPOOP!” the scientist rants in the dark, his features are barely illuminated by the glow from the monitors.

E4 North

The door opens for Damsel, of course it immediately seals shut should she go through it, as the room beyond is filled with nanites and drugs to get the wrestler back into fighting condition, though nothing is stopping her from travelling any further.
E4 East

With his incapacitation, the Jaguar mans room gives up its piece of the key, though the door it unlocks is no longer actually locked.

E4 West

The frogman croaks, or at least is no longer conscious, the room revealing its part of the key, though the key isn’t really needed any more.

The Lance focused in on the fast moving werewolves, its front armour taking their brute strength and retaliating with electrical strikes with every touch. THe number of volts coursing through the machine's body was equivalent to lightning, singing flesh and fur alike.

As the punches hit home, the Machine turned to bring its Swords around in a sweeping arc, slashing at the werewolves and Tyran. It launched another volley of missles into the building, leaving its missle pods empty until a resurply could be issued.

The mark on the Lance's arm would register as the logo for a villianous corperate power believed dead. The corperations name is TRINNITY, believed defeated by an unknown entity. TRINNITY is believed to have simply shut down after the destruction of their headquarters by unknown persons. (Government files only, Classified information)

E4, underground

The small hooded form retracted her hand, the field around the Jaguar fighter disappearing and dropping him to the floor. She walked towards the exit, picking up her piece of the key and after a brief glance over it she pocketed it before stepping out of the room. Stepping into the center room, she noticed Tomb along with the other woman and gave them both a cheery wave. “Heya! Everyone’s looking all over for you, you know? Hm, now you’re out here, what’s next?” the girl asked Tomb as she walked up to them, giving Patsy a smile aswell.

"Ah...there you are, little one."

The seething mass of darkness in the already apocalyptic sky turned inward on itself, arching down towards the plant. It hit the ground and simply carried on down, seeping through the earth itself, until it came across Tomb, Patsy, Damsel and the others.

Nightwalker paused as he broke through into the room, literally sticking himself to the roof shadows like a thick layer of oil. He settled down to wait again, watching as the scene unfurled beneath him. If he could avoid attracting the attention of the others, so much the better. If not, it mattered not. His goal was within his grasp, now. He could wait.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Zwillinger GG, I would tell you that "I am killing you with my mind", but I couldn't find an emoticon to properly express my sentiment.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Captain_Photon NOTE: The Incarnate System is basically farming for IOs on a larger scale, and with more obtrusive lore.

E4, below the lab...

"What.. the..." Patsy muttered as soon as she heard the new woman screaming 'Freeze!'. Quickly realising there was an attack coming her way, simple blind instinct pushed the immortal to rush herself to try and grab the girl by the throat to pin her to a nearby wall before the cone struck, without even realising she didn't have anything to worry about thanks to the pyromaniac that turned up in the nick of time. "NO YOU DON'T!"

Conall was about to attack the feral as he felt a very cold chill down his spine. Something dangerous had shown up and he knew that it was something that he could not fight.

"Miranda, can you sense what i am sensing?"

Without taking anymore time he charged at the feral and aimed for its throat.

Miranda heard Conall say he was sencing something and she tried to see if she could sence anything but she couldn't. She looked up into the sky and saw the lightning within the ash.

"Maybe that was he was talking about?" Miranda thought.

If the Werewolf was getting worried about it then it might of been a good idea to head back to the sub. Miranda just kept up her firing and her healing magics.

The ferals moved fast, dodging bullet after bullet. Though many got through, headshots at the distance they were keeping was a difficult thing for a vampire, near impossible for a mere human.

They however could smell something in the air, and with a foul look at Cornall, bolted towards the Insidium plant. One of the ferals had been badly injured in the leg, another was hit three times in the chest. But the fianl one was hit in the back of the head as they fled the scene, his brains spraying across the floor as he fell down dead. The ghouls still alive in the area felt the pain of the Vampires for the lose of their brother, and began to approach Miranda and Cornall, murder in their undead eyes.

Sector D5
Viral Lab Alpha

Vyachslav's only response to the scientist's rant was to put the squeeze on him, and quite literally so. Joints popped and bones flexed painfully as his large clawed fingers tightened their grip, their pressure making it hard to breathe and driving the man's blood into his head.

He thrust his captive closer to the writing, and the burning orange of his eyes was but a dim twilight, it created more than enough light to make out the letters. Vyachslav didn't care about the scientist's worries. He wanted Tomb, and he wanted her now...!
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Sector E4
The Old Insiduim Plant

East Wall

With neither peaceful nor hostile intent directed its way, the first mechanoid reciprocated in kind, staying in the cover of the nearby trees. Not that they'd block IR signatures or anything, but the swamp-green hue of its armor did blend fairly well into this type of terrain. For the moment, it thus simply sat there and observed...

Inside the Plant

The second and third were deftly on the move however, and had by now entered what remained of the plant structure proper. If the demons of Erez'Zul (or anyone else, for that matter) were still around the area, they'd have no trouble spotting the two heading in the general direction of the elevator, following the latent heat trail of those coming and going. After all, they weren't trying to hide, and their footfalls were rather noisy...

E4

“Heeeyyyyy” Tomb wheezes “If you guys are going to get into some sorta meta-human fight, mind letting me go first, I’ve only got little legs it’s not like I’ll get far before you finish up.”

She flashes Patsy a smile.

“I’d really like to be put down please and it would be a good idea if you did, because frankly I’m terrified enough to wet myself right now.”

D5

“She’s at the plant you fool, though she will have run by now, this island iz doomed ve are all doomed!” the scientist splutters, he’s clearly angry, but smart enough to not try anything.

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The ape climbs up into the flooded room wading his way through the water, occasionally bellowing as the amputated vampires attempt to sink their teeth into him.

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The darkness surges outwards.

Across the island.

Tentacles of pitch blackness rise from the ground, they don’t smash upwards, the ground around them just becomes gray and dust like as rocks, metal and soil are turned to ash by then tentacles, towards the outer edges of the island they are few and far between, but they appear with increasing frequency the closer you get to D5.

When the tentacles brush stuff, it rusts, crumbles or rots away to dust in seconds…