Thank you, Vangelus.
*stands in quiet salute to one of the greatest player-characters to ever grace City of Heroes*
Thank you.
2.
Gemini Park
2008
It had been several years since Shinsektors first home in Paragon City, the Lair of the Shinsektor, was caved in and demolished by a Crey Corporation conspiracy headed by the man who would re-name himself as the 12th King.
Shinsektor stood over the small bush that had covered the entrance to the Lair, glancing up at the aging tree that craned its trunk overhead. His gaze fell to a small, trampled pile of flowers nearby. Muttering to himself, Shinsektor stooped to try and tend to the long-abandoned memorial bouquet, dirt clinging to the bottom of his scuffed green trenchcoat.
Thought itd only been a few months. Im so close to tying up my loose ends
youd understand. I think. His green fingers were anything but delicate as he made a futile attempt to re-arrange what was left of the flowers. With a sigh, Shinsektor hung his head. Who am I kidding? Nearly a year without one god damn lead, no word from King
Sounds like something thatd drive ya crazy!
Jumping to his feet and deploying a Sektorblade from his palm, the insectoid heros weapon pointed straight at the small robot whose screechy, tinny voice had startled him from his monologuing. Black leather was tightly buckled over the mechanical beings body, a white wig and small red mask adorning its cranium. The robots optics thinned as it looked at the weapon, before taking on a gleeful expression.
Aww, you remember me~! Vangelus dove towards the outstretched blade, trying to hug Shinsektor in a simultaneous display of affection and twisted masochism. The insectoid hero grumbled, turning away and walking towards the nearby lake as the small robot landed face-first in the grass.
Go away. Im trying to think.
I know! I could heaaar youuu. Vangelus scooted up off the ground, approaching Shinsektor and peering at him around his shoulder. Whereve ya been? I missed you ever so much, you big ol lump of bug.
Nothing you would understand. Shinsektor considered leaving the park, but realized he was in the midst of the first conversation he had had in over one month. Slowly, he sat down and rubbed his temples. Listen, I dont know if youve caught on to this over the years, but I dont like you.
Uh-huh? Vangelus nodded blankly, optics wide.
Youre irritating. Youre loud. Youre
weird. You dont want to improve.
Uh-huh? Like a child, the robot nodded again.
I hate being around you! I try to AVOID you! Shinsektor glared at the diminutive mechanical. Why do you keep
keep
popping up right when I really dont need to put up with your psycho garbage?! For, what, three years? Youve just been a nuisance!
Uh-huh?
What do I have to do to make you leave me alone?!
Oh, you silly. Vangelus bopped Shinsektor on the arm with sisterly camaraderie. Ive been keepin an eye on you.
And Im tired of it! Sick, and god damn tired of you always showing up! Shinsektor raised a hand to strike the little robot, but instead slammed it into his own palm. Messed-up little
who the hell would build a masochistic robot in the first place
he muttered under his breath.
The same people who live in a world with monsters in the sewers and a superhero bug man, mused Vangelus wistfully, his voice growing uncharacteristically calm. Ive been keepin an eye on you, he repeated.
I heard you the first time, answered Shinsektor, running a hand over his face impatiently. As his chitin-plated fingers passed over his eyes, the insectoid human froze for a moment. As the silent seconds passed, he slowly turned his head to look at Vangelus as the little robot emitted an unpleasant facsimile of an innocent whistle. Shinsektor reached inside his coat pocket and asked,
do you
know
what this is?
Glancing over at the datapad in Shinsektors hand, Vangelus nodded casually and spoke with disinterest. Its just some kinda tredecahedral encoding scheme to hide a few bits and pieces of information. Shrugging, he turned away from the insectoid and strolled towards the underpass of the nearby bridge. I havent seen somethin like that in aaaages.
How do you
I know you arent stupid, replied Vangelus coldly, his voice bereft of its usual whimsy. Just unstoppably stubborn.
Stepping towards the little robot, Shinsektor tensed slightly.
who are you.
Vangelus, stated the diminutive mechanoid. His back turned to Shinsektor, the robot calmly tugged at the corner of his red domino mask for a few moments before carefully removing it. Those are coordinates. Directions to take you to the man youve been looking for.
What? Shinsektor looked down at the datapad, still unable to decipher the contents of its screen. This whole time
? Youve got to tell me how to read this!
This isnt a simple mission, said Vangelus. Its not a dotted line to a secret lair, where the hero fights the villain and sends him to prison. I think you are ready to walk this path, but the final decision lies with you.
Tilting his head slightly, Shinsektor looked confused. What decision? I vowed to hunt him down and finish this years ago.
He is a man who has wronged countless lives. Do you really believe you are the only one who would like to bring him to justice? Vangelus turned slightly, looking into the water of the nearby lake. That data was assembled through both of our efforts. Mine, and the 12ths.
Get to the point.
The
man youve known as Doctor Langstrom has cloaked his movements across time and between dimensions. The advent of Portal Corps and the revelation of Ouroboros have served to clutter and mask his tracks. Only a precise series of jumps into certain dimensions and very specific times will put you onto his trail.
You mean
this is just a record of sightings? Shinsektor looked down at the datapad once again.
His means of transportation leave behind
temporary residuals that I can use to pinpoint his base of operations, said Vangelus. You would need to directly investigate those dates as they happened.
I dont see what makes this so out of the ordinary, muttered Shinsektor. Ive had shopping lists to fill out before.
You must move through time, and then cross dimensions, replied Vangelus. More than once. Sometimes consecutively. He looked at Shinsektor with emotionless green optics. Time wont wait up for you while youre outside of its embrace, Shinsektor.
what, so Ill miss Jessies birthday again?
If you return, you may well have missed them all. Vangelus began to walk towards the silent insectoid. I wont demand anything from you. But 12th has done all he will for us, and I
I dont have the means to stop that man. You do.
Shinsektor remained quiet as the little robot continued to approach.
Langstrom has the knowledge to destroy us if we advance on his position. But you, with the biology he created, bear the one thing whose potential he could never predict. Reaching forward and gently taking hold of Shinsektors arm, Vangelus looked him in the eye. If you are willing to take the risk
Ive found a lot of things in Paragon City, answered Shinsektor. Friends. Reasons to live. Even
family. As he handed the datapad to the little robot, Shinsektor continued, But the only thing Ive never had is closure. And I cant live this life knowing that the shadows of my last one are still out there, somewhere.
As he turned to leave, Shinsektor added, Give me a week. He paused after a few steps. What did he do to you?
The mechanoids optics remained unmoving as he answered. What he has done to so many others. He took my family away.
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((Right in the feels!!)
There are no words for what this community, and the friends I have made here mean to me. Please know that I care for all of you, yes, even you. If you Twitter, I'm MrThan. If you're Unleashed, I'm dumps. I'll try and get registered on the Titan Forums as well. Peace, and thanks for the best nine years anyone could ever ask for.
3.
Shinsektors Laboratory
2008
I know youll come back, someday. I thought Id be here waiting for you, but now things have gotten
complicated. Ive got my own journey ahead of me, and I think I might
A thousand thoughts raced at once in a silent moment of hesitation.
If I
dont
make it
back here before you do, I want you to know that I
The chitin-armoured individuals head lowered slightly.
I couldve said it better. In all the time we had, I couldve made it clearer that you were a light at the end of a tunnel I didnt know I could escape from. No matter what happens next
youre my heart.
Shinsektor continued to stare at the floor.
I love you.
With the click of a button, he ended the recording. For a long time after that, he did not move. Vera Lynn, known in the city as The Krickette, had departed from Paragon City months prior to the recording of Shinsektors message. Her unstable biology was a sword hanging over the head of her future, and the blade had dropped close enough for her to decide to search the globe for a solution before it was too late. There had been discussions, arguments, and acceptance. Months after their last night together, Shinsektor found solace in her promise to return once she found what she sought.
I thought itd be easier to say, since shes gone. The insectoid laid a hand over part of his face. You got that one filed away in the right place? Play it for her the SECOND she sets foot in here.
Shinsektors mechanical housecat, Catsektor, nodded dutifully.
That just leaves one more, muttered Shinsektor. If anyone figures out Im gone, and they dont buy the cover stories
this is the last one.
Once again, Catsektor nodded. The strangely-advanced synthetic feline was part of the plan to cover for Shinsektors absence from Paragon City. It would pilot a mechanical replica, outfitted with combat capabilities that would, at least at a distance, allow it to give the impression that the insectoid knight was still at large. Shinsektor had already recorded a number of voice clips for the doppelganger to play if it were spoken to by other registered heroes, and Catsektor did not have the heart to share its concerns that they were incredibly unconvincing performances.
Alright, lets do it. Start recording. Shinsektor cleared his throat. Im sorry, he began. I wanted to tell you
all of you
in case I dont make it back, that I really respected each and every one of you for what you did
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Paragon City
2008
He walked the city, visiting all of his nearest and dearest friends. At least, that was the plan.
Every time, he saw them in the distance. Every time, he began to step forward. And every time, he simply watched for a few moments, and then left.
At first, he rationalized that he did not want to ruin their day. Later, he convinced himself that they were busy. Soon, he was muttering to himself aloud, assuring nobody in particular that his friends would not even notice that he was gone before he returned.
As he sat in a lonely seat within the Paragon Transit system, Shinsektor refused to believe the truth.
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Galaxy City Basement
2008
Im afraid.
In the darkness of the hidden complex within the apartment buildings basement level, Shinsektor stood with his arms crossed.
Scared I wont see them again.
The other figure was motionless as it watched him.
I mean, this body cant die. I know I cant
die. Right?
He was met with silence.
I guess Ive always been sentimental, but I
when its facing me like this, I
The insectoid shook his head slightly. I froze. Couldnt say goodbye to a single persons face.
The individual opposite to him slowly stroked its chin.
Im ready to go, stated the insectoid.
Shinsektor.
Vangelus stepped forward, and rested a hand on the insectoids arm. I promise you, when the deed is done, I shall use every resource at my disposal to ensure your return.
Shinsektor was silent, but nodded once after a few moments.
You have the roadmap, and the means to accomplish your tasks, said Vangelus, gesturing at the storage unit slung over Shinsektors shoulder. Activate one of the Omni-Stabilizers. Protect the rest of them as best as you can--
Attaching a metal ring over one of his wrists, Shinsektor twisted it with a soft click. I know. I will. The band shimmered for a moment.
That should protect you from the long-term effects of rapid transit through time and dimensional space, explained Vangelus. In attuning you to the paths walked by the 13 Kings, it will set you parallel to our own dimension. Rarely will any denizen of Primal Earth encounter you in their own travels.
The small mechanoid walked towards a console, and began to rapidly operate its controls. A series of circular panels on the wall beside it slid apart, revealing a small portal just as its arcing energies flared to life.
You know what to do. You know what to tell them. I
will see you again, Shinsektor.
I hope so, replied the insectoid. He took a breath, and then stepped through the portal.
As the energies died away and the portal machinery re-sealed itself into the wall, Vangelus optics dimmed slightly. I promise you.
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The Rogue Isles
2008
The time and location have been confirmed. Are you prepared to initiate your mission?
The emerald Arachnos-armoured agent nodded.
This is your target.
Beneath the Crab Spider helmet, eyes widened slightly at the image.
Yes, Operative L. It is finally time to settle your grudge. Go forth, and deliver a glorious oblivion.
Standing slowly, the green-shelled Crab Spider known as Operative L turned and walked away from the projected image of Shinsektor.
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4.
Paragon City
Dimension V1-CT0RY
2009
Its Shinsektor! Open fire!
The tommy-guns of the Family blazed to life as bullets shredded through the walls of the warehouse, chasing after their green-plated target. The insectoid warrior leapt through a field of shipping crates, before springing into the air and coming down upon one of the gangsters.
Whys it never simple? The Underboss lamented to himself as he took a few steps back. A mobsters gotta eat!
Shinsektor tore through the mafia men, crimson eyes locked on their leader. Before the insectoid warrior could vault towards him, two Button Men stepped in the way as their reared back their fists to drive back the emerald hero.
Im cuttin out! Pocketing a few handfuls of stolen jewels, the Underboss waved to his men. Hold off the bug until I get to the car!
Turning to run, the Underboss began to smile as his sprint towards the warehouse door was unobstructed. Just before he could lay a hand on the exit, the doors opened up from the outside. Bright light flooded through the frame, blinding the Underboss for a moment as he covered his face.
Awright, you want a piece of me? You got
it
The mafiosos mouth slowly gaped as he saw the figure that stood before him. You
youre
A blast of crimson energy threw the Underboss back into the middle of the warehouse. A shimmering green figure stepped through the door, closing it behind him as the light of the portal died away. The insectoid warrior dispatched the last of the Family thugs just in time to look up and widen her eyes in shock.
Shinsektor. Im Shinsektor. The insectoid knight stepped forward, turning for a moment to kick the Underboss in the face and send him into an unpleasant slumber. That is
another Shinsektor. Have you been to Portal Corps yet?
The female insectoid continued to stare, emitting a quiet chitter as her antennae twitched.
Ah man
Shinsektor scratched the back of his neck. Usually they can at least speak English. Hello? Do you understand me?
Shinsektor put a hand on the other-Shinsektors shoulder, and almost fell down as a wave of mental energy flooded into his brain.
-wish they wouldnt treat me like I cant understand them.
What? Shinsektor looked around, hearing a voice inside his head. Whos there?
The female insectoid tilted her head, and her antennae moved once again. You can hear me?
---
Police sirens died away as the authorities took the Family gang members to prison. On the roof of the warehouse, two green insectoids sat side-by-side.
-so Ive been stuck with my thoughts, miming at people for the last few years. The female insectoid tapped her own head. Aside from the psychics, at least.
Man, that would drive me crazy. Shinsektor paused, looking at his other-dimensional counterpart. She looked back at him blankly before replying.
I think youre able to pick up my thoughts thanks to these. She flicked one of his antennae, ignoring his quiet outburst of pain. To answer your question
I havent been to Portal Corps. Are you from another dimension?
Yeah. Shinsektor rubbed his antennae. There are a lot of dimensions, you see, and-
Im not an idiot. Ive been working in this city for a few years. It isnt rocket science to figure out that there are other worlds out there. They keep breaking in and invading ours. After a pause, she narrowed her compound eyes. You arent here to replace me, are you?
What- no! Why would
am -I- that paranoid?? Shinsektor looked upset for a moment, and then quickly looked back at the rooftop beneath them. Dont answer that.
Who are you, really? The female insectoid looked into Shinsektors eyes. We both call ourselves Shinsektor, but I know I wasnt always this way.
I used to be a doctor, said Shinsektor. A family man. But I was the wrong guy in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Now Im
this.
Somewhere in a nearby alleyway, a tin can fell to the ground with a soft clinking noise as the female insectoid waited.
and?
What else do you want to know?
More than two sentences! Come on, this is the longest conversation Ive had in ages. The female insectoid looked on, eagerly. Its funny, I also had a family before that heartless scum turned me into a monster.
We arent monsters, said Shinsektor, rather suddenly. Seeing his roofmates surprised expression, he sighed and continued, Its just
important to remember who you are, in there. Whatevers left of the human being that you used to be.
The female insectoids expression darkened. You said you were a family man. What happened to them?
Theyre
gone.
Then how did you do it? How did you find a single thing inside of you, after that?
It wasnt easy. It took years of hard work, and a lot of
mistakes. Shinsektor tapped the roof with his finger for a moment. But I couldnt let it fade away. I owed that much to the people Id hurt, and the people who stuck by me even though I couldve been locked up like an animal.
Friends, huh? The female insectoid looked down at the street. You sound like you really lucked out.
My familys still gone.
At least theyre at rest. My husband died when the doctor came for me, but my daughter
he twisted her into something. Shed be better off dead. The female insectoid gripped the edge of the roof. My little Lucia
What?
Its all I have. Whatever he turned us into, Im still her mother! A hint of a manic edge crept into the female insectoids demeanor. She continued speaking, partly to herself. Im her mother and Im going to set her free. Let her rest in peace. My poor little girl, weaved into that -creature-, she doesnt even call me mom anymore, she-
What did you say her name was? Shinsektor placed a firm hand on his other-dimensional counterparts shoulder.
Lucia. The female insectoid stared back at Shinsektor, slowly tilting her head as her antennae twitched. You
I can feel something in your head, it
Fiona?
After a frozen moment of shock, the female insectoid grabbed hold of the sides of Shinsektors head and pulled him closer. She stared into his eyes, as though she thought she was searching for something behind their red compound material. Youre
oh god, youre
A bouquet. A ring. The warmth. The baby.
Leaning closer, until her face nearly brushed against his, the female insectoid felt a rush of feeling that had been comatose since her bio-weaponized rebirth. Her mandibles moved in an unfamiliar way as a foreign muscle memory sought out lips that were no longer there. Shinsektor was still, reaching a hand up to stop her but finding himself unable to push her away.
A timelessly long moment rolled over the near-motionless heroes. And then, the female lowered her head and turned away, the surge of emotions in her mind fading away like a phantom. Im not your wife. Im not
Fiona, anymore. Not for a long time. She turned back to Shinsektor. And you arent the man I knew, either.
Shinsektor nodded. Not for a long time.
The difference is as simple as the gun pointing left, or right. The Shinsektor once known as Fiona tapped her own forehead. I think I understand. Humanity
even if the human being died a long time ago. Right?
You can still be a human being, said Shinsektor. Maybe not the same person you used to be, but the one who rose up out of the monster. The lost, scared pieces of a broken mind.
Thats pretty poetic.
Ive had a lot of time to work out the words, said Shinsektor, shrugging. You arent the first Shinsektor that Ive paid a visit to.
why are you here? asked the Shinsektor once known as Fiona.
Shinsektor told her.
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1.
As the techno-organic blade slashed across his chest, there was a terrible ripping sound. Shimmering green chitin sheared away, dulling and disintegrating as it fell. A momentary flare of emerald light began to heal the wound, but quickly faded away. Beneath the breached armour, exposed musculature tensed as dark red blood began to flow.
The cold green warrior sliced three more gashes across its targets body. As he fell to one knee, his attacker grabbed hold of one of his membranous wings. The wounded heros back straightened as the techno-organic sword impaled into his spine and protruded from his chest. A moment later, there was a ripping snap as one of his wings was brutally torn off.
Shinsektor screamed, blood spurting from the fresh stump. His assailant drew its sword from his body, letting the insectoid knight slump to the bloodstained metal floor. After throwing the twitching wing aside, the cold green warrior grabbed hold of one of Shinsektors antennae, lifting him up to stare into his eyes. Shinsektor snarled, choking slightly on the blood that began to fill his throat. His attackers compound eyes began to shimmer and glow, before firing a blast of energy. Shinsektor flew back, crashing to the ground and leaving a bloody spatter in his wake. The cold green warrior, still holding one of the wounded heros antennae, let it twitch a few times in its grip before dropping the severed appendage.
Shuddering, Shinsektor began to sit up. His green glow was fading fast, the shining chitin of his knight form now cracked and crumbling. Every gap bled profusely as he slowly regained his footing. A small strand of nerve clusters hung from his severed antenna, also quickly coating in viscous crimson.
As his blurry vision began to clear, he saw himself begin to approach, eyes glowing once more. Another beam erupted forth. It was larger, enveloping Shinsektors entire body and instantly shredding his remaining wings asunder.
The girl strained to stand, stumbling forward and crying out. Her pace came to a halt as she saw the insectoid heros body peel away into nothing.
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5 Years Ago
Shinsektor. A grasshopper-based insectoid human bio-weapon, crafted under the terrifying will of Doctor Hideo Langstrom.
His adventures in Paragon City had led him down a winding path of conflict and revelation. His shattered mind, fused into weaponized mental protocols, were eventually freed and re-united through the efforts of the heroes and civilians who came to be his friends. Loves and lives were lost in the wake of his struggle. And in their names, the insectoid hero strove to live as not a monster, but a hero.
Before the experiment that altered his life and body forever, he was a loving husband and caring father. The search for his daughter ended in the realization that he may have killed her when, as a nearly feral newborn bio-weapon, he was sent by Langstrom to silence his own family. His wifes murdered body was resurrected to serve as Onisektra, the heart of a bio-organic network that serves to further Langstroms continuing goals.
Shinsektor had tried to move on. But one day, he discovered the information that would lock him and all his loose ends into their final descent.
This is how the story of Shinsektor came to an end.
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The Rikti Crash Site
2007
I must admit, I am somewhat surprised. I had expected an act of aggression.
The man known as the 12th King stood, arms behind his back, and glanced over his shoulder. His dark blue suit and hat seemed unnaturally clean against the backdrop of the crash sites ruin. The metallic features of his face were cold and emotionless, glowing pinpoints of red light hidden beneath dark shaded glasses.
Cut the pleasantries. You know why Im here.
Shinsektors compound eyes glared ruby-red at the technological rogue that stood a few feet away from him. The rubble and desolation of the crash site was all that surrounded them, aside from the occasional sound of brief conflict in the distance.
An interesting decision for a meeting place, continued the 12th King, turning away to look at the ruined horizon. So rarely do registered heroes come through this district with anything but the violent apprehension of Rikti landing parties in mind. We are afforded a few minutes peace and quiet through a few meta-humans penchant for combat.
I said cut the pleasantries.
Shinsektors eyes flared, briefly. The 12th King paused, unreactive to the insectoid heros emotions.
Clarify, then. The mechanical monarch turned to look over his shoulder at Shinsektor. What did you hope to gain from this encounter?
Youre going to tell me everything you know about the 13 Kings.
For the first time since his cybernetic revival, the 12th King stood speechless. Shinsektor continued to speak.
I found out while I was hunting down Langstroms trail. An old facility, loaded with fried and scrapped records. Hed been there a few months ago.
The insectoid hero slowly walked around the 12th King, circling to face him.
It looked like itd been abandoned decades ago. Long before it couldve possibly been built. But something in there recognized me. Recognized what created me. It opened up like a labyrinth, leading me like a rat in a maze, sealing every exit behind me. I found a monument. Turns out it was a crypt.
As Shinsektor approached him, the 12th King continued to stare over his shoulder, unmoving.
Whatever was in there I dont understand how it worked, but it had a message for me. It said it knew I was coming. It said I could stop the man who made me if I found the remains of the 13 Kings.
Slowly turning to face the insectoid hero that stood inches away from him, the 12th Kings expression remained cold and unphased.
I always wondered why you had such a stupid name. Now it all starts to make sense. You headed up the Crey project to take me down, you worked with Langstrom like an old friend, and after I took off your arm you went off the grid and started up an operation in the Rogue Isles The tip of a Sektorblade began to emerge from its bearers palm. I thought youd learned to stay the hell away from me, but youve been watching this whole time, havent you?
You are paranoid, spoke the 12th King, calmly.
The hell I am! Shinsektors eyes flared brightly. In almost two years, you managed to stay completely off my radar when you couldve come to pay me back any time you wanted? I know your threat level.
It would have been of no benefit to my intentions to partake in such petty revenge, answered the blue-suited cyborg.
You know, for all your high-and-mighty talk, all your smarts, and all your damn arrogance 12th King? Anybody who found out what I know would come after you faster than a
Faster than a metahuman with a penchant for over-aggressive conspiracy theory? The 12th King adjusted his tie. I have never had the intention of hiding my identity.
You seemed pretty spooked when I brought it up, just now.
I had not anticipated the unfortunate downfall of my colleagues to arise so quickly. Perhaps, in a few decades, but not now. For a moment, the mechanical monarch seemed to exude a very faint and uncharacteristic aura of pride. My chosen identity was always meant to be in honour of what we once strove for. And to be a beacon to whatever remnants may have survived to this day.
Shinsektor stood, confused and angry, his head turning left and right as though he were looking for an answer to physically manifest before him. He impatiently ran a hand over his face and glared at the 12th King.
Yes, Shinsektor. I intend to provide to you a means to the end you seek. The 12th King produced a small data pad, tapping some information into its screen. To find that facility shows a dedication I had not anticipated. Perhaps you will be capable of accomplishing our mutual goal.
Our wait, our MUTUAL goal?
In a time before you could possibly hypothesize, we had united under a noble cause. That is to say, we believed it was noble. Our intentions and our dreams blinded us to our shared and crippling flaw. For we were all, in the end, only human. The tinge of melancholy quickly dissipated from the 12th Kings voice. But it was he who set us upon our final descent into failure. And for the sake of old friends
The mechanical monarchs voice trailed off as he ceased operating the data pad and handed it over to Shinsektor. The insectoid hero glanced it over, and then repeated doing so a few more times with increasing confusion.
What the hell did you just give me?
Another one of us has long been hidden amongst the quarrels of this era, stated the 12th King, turning to leave. If you have discovered the meaning of my title, you will encounter him soon enough.
Wait a second Shinsektor began to pursue the blue-suited cyborg. I thought you said we had a mutual goal! This is all youre going to give me?
Regardless of how pleasantly surprising you have proven to be, I am by no means your outright ally. The 12th King tapped at a small keypad on his knuckle. Nor am I as optimistic as he who you shall now seek. After waiting for a few moments, 12th King keyed the same sequence again.
Before he could continue to argue, Shinsektor was stopped short as his comm-link suddenly blared a defcon emergency signal. Hesitating for a few moments, the insectoid hero quickly answered the call.
This should not be possible, uttered the 12th King, continuing to work on the keypad. Complete isolation from the system
Repeat that, said Shinsektor, loudly into his comm-link. Hello?! I said repeat that last message!
Ah. How unfortunate.
Both hero and villain looked up as the skies darkened, and the Rikti Invasion returned.
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((This is for whoever's left, whoever remembers, and whoever still wants to know. <3 ))
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