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Dec 09, 07 at 1:31pm ^The Chronicles
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Welcome to The Chronicles. This is a place to post and read about the lives and adventures of NDL characters that take place outside of their duels. A lot can potentially happen to characters that would not fit into a duel, but is still interesting and/or important material, such as training sessions, exploring unique locations, finding powerful items, non-hostile encounters with other characters and whatever else you can think up. This thread offers a virtually limitless canvas for sharing such works.
Taking part in The Chronicles is simple and easy. All you need is to be a registered duelist, with an approved character, and you can post more or less anything about them. There are only a few rules.
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Below is a list of all entries in The Chronicles, with special collections at the top, and then groups of posts collected by author, who are listed alphabetically. If you would like to customise the layout of the links to your work, please PM one of the forum mods with your wishes. Note that there is a limit on available space, and you can include more elaborate layouts in your member list post if you like, where there is far more room for personal touches such as fancy link titles, graphics or descriptions.
The Character Open Interview Lounge (or The Coil for short) is a series of written interviews that each feature a character from the NDL replying to questions sent in by members of the forum. Instalments are paced out since they depend on community input, and there may be a waiting list, but this aside there is nothing to stop one of your favourite (or one of your own) NDL characters from being featured.
REACT files offer a different perspective on NDL characters, studying them as potential opponents or dangerously powerful beings, describing their abilities plus effective countermeasures to handle them.
Any duelist can contribute, just read the introduction beforehand!
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Dec 09, 07 at 7:41pm ^re: The Chronicles
Garm tossed and turned in his bed as he slept. At least it was his bed now, the elderly couple which had lived here had met with accidents and no one would find there bodies until Global Warming melted the snow a hundred metres or more. But his bad dreams where not about this misdeed or even any of his memories at all. Something else hunted him while he dreamed.
He stood on a mountain overlooking a city hundreds of metres tall and backed against the rocky cliff of a mountain. Smoke bellowed from the houses as man and machine exchanged fire on both sides. Artillery blazed away reducing men to dust by the dozen. These machines were powered by Mistica, a fuel which when charged by mages took on magical properties. He sneered at the pathetic resistance, how some lord thought he could fight against a foe which not even death could defeat not even he could not comprehend. Lifting his sword he bellowed and charged leading his horseman into the fray. He cut through the enemy like butter. Any who swiped at him with their sword did not live long enough to strike again. He turned expecting to find another foe to foolishly challenge him. But instead Garm found a man dressed in a brown leather overcoat and chainmail gloves. It was an exact copy of him! When he glanced at his own clothing he saw himself dressed in the exact same clothes, only every item of clothing was black.
"You see my memories" the man said in a voice very different from Garm's "This planet will soon again kneel to my feet, but we are not yet one, yet me meld you in my image" And with that he seized Garm's arm and the dream ended.
Gasping Garm leaped upright and was almost immediately confronted with pain and fell back down flat on the mattress. Underneath his skin he felt something move like a serpent crawling beneath his bones. He screamed as he felt his body shift and crunch, reforming itslef. Out of the corner of his awareness he felt his clothes shift and change as his body did. His coat turning black like it was in the dream and became shorter and tighter. His pants followed suit and soon his boots made of the softest materials money could buy became hard and pointed with gold trimmed edges.
Then just as quickly as it began it was over and he he lay panting in his bed. Wiping his forehead he looked at the sweat staining his long sleeved coat. Taking it off he saw that his vest had also changed colour from brown to black. Looking over his body he released what had caused the pain. His shoulders were several inches wider, as well as his chest, he had also gained a little height he was sure.
Just as he about to get up the pain returned. This time however the pain felt centered around his chest. All but tearing his clothes off his eyes bulged as he saw what was happening to his chest. A ink like spot had formed there and was spreading along his chest and arms. Slowly it formed into serpents, a five headed snake which lay in a tangle centered on his chest and separated itself along his body. It was like a tattoo only it was hard, like metal. If the pain before had been intense it grew ten fold as something made of metal seemed to push itself out from the dark skin. Grasping what appeared to be the source of the pain he pulled it out and was surprised to find it came as easy as a knife being pulled from butter. The pain stopped immediately. It was a sword roughly 20 inches long and in a sheath which was black as midnight. Pulling the blade out of the sheath he marveled at the excellent workmanship, it had two long snakes on the blade one for each side
"A gift to help you on the hard road ahead" the voice which was Nae'blis muttered sounding drowsy "Use it and this new body well" And with that Garm slept as though he had run a marathon
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Dec 10, 07 at 2:02am ^re: The Chronicles
OOC: This takes place a few weeks following the events at January Island.
What is existence without purpose? How can purpose be defined without desires? What motivates desire? Mortality. The fear of the end of existence. These thoughts floated around in Mazay Gorave's consciousness as his spectral form wandered through the crumbling ruins of a once powerful stronghold. The same keep that lifetimes ago crushed an arrogant Viking chieftain, casting him into oblivion. The very same oblivion the souls these stones were once home to now reside. Or so it would seem. While the inhabitants had some way or another finally succumbed to the emptiness of non-existence, the Norse chief was forced into the emptiness of ceaseless existence.
He looked upon the shattered walls, destroyed not by the aggressive hands of men but the negligent caress of time. A fate he would have suffered instead had he succeeded in razing these walls. His life would have continued, destroying lives, gaining power, well into old age and upon his deathbed he would have told his heir to carry on his legacy. The heir would have done so; destroying lives and gaining power, until he himself were old and toothless and in turn would have told his heir to carry on. Such is the nature of immortality. His curse did not grant him everlasting life, it gave him everlasting death; the knowledge that anything he created would fade as time passed on. He was no better off than the men who destroyed his fleet whose names had faded from memory and whose greatest accomplishments were dissolved by time.
"Depressing thoughts," came a voice known all too well by Gorave. A cloaked old man walked out of a stone wall like water passing through a screen. "It has been such a long time since we last spoke. But then, what meaning does time hold for us? I knew you would come to this place eventually; your vengeful nature would not let you forget those who defeated you. Look around, are you satisfied?"
Mazay Gorave did not answer.
"You are a true example of the dog who bites the hand that feeds him," the wizard continued. "I gave you a gift, albeit unintentionally and you throw it away. The world is at your fingertips and all you do is wander aimlessly trying to return to a life that you gave up all the while lashing out at anything that reminds you of me. I remember when I thought I had to destroy you because you were out of my control. It was a waste of my time. You haven't begun to grasp your own potential and you certainly haven't shown any of the signs of ambition I feared. In short, I gave you too much credit."
Mazay was growing tired of this mockery. He expanded his awareness to look for a host he could use to attack this magician.
"You won't find anything, I made sure to clear the area of any unwelcome visitors in case you became unruly." Mazay turned to leave. The wizard raised a withered hand and the stone walls began glowing a bright red. Mazay froze, paralysed by the pain of the heat. "When I cursed you, I never intended you to succumb to heat so easily. It was the unwitting disposal of your corpse by fire that gave you this weakness. Just as your melding with a fallen angel caused your aversion to manifestations of faith." He lowered his hand and the walls immediately cooled. "As it was not my doing, I can not undo it but I can aid you in reclaiming your lost life."
Mazay was suspicious of the offer. Why would you help me?
"I see I have piqued your interest." Under his hood he smiled. "Like you, I am immortal but unlike you I have always been this way. In the ancient world, long before history was recorded, there were more like me. Our power was taken from the humans who worshiped us. As our strength grew, the availability of new worshippers diminished. We began fighting amongst ourselves to gain each other's followers. These conflicts went back and forth sometimes gaining, sometimes losing until I became the most powerful. No other could defeat me alone, only their combined efforts could bring me down. That was when I decided to make a dangerous gamble. I began by killing the weakest, taking his power for myself. I continued picking off the weakest and increasing in power until only three others remained. They banded together as I feared and in our final battle I depleted my power killing them all at once. In my own weakness, during the moment between their life and death, they cursed me. They erased all memory of our kind from the minds of humans and trapped me in this remote corner of the world where I could not spread my influence and regain my strength."
"For millennia I was as you are. Angry, directionless, thrashing against my barriers, and suspicious of anything I come across. Then I created you and I have since realised that you are the key to my redemption."
Mazay sneered as well as he could without a face. Why would I help you?
"I told you, I could help you reclaim your former life. When I regain my power I could send you back to your decision to invade this place. You would remain a powerful chieftain and you would have the knowledge of a thousand years. You could change the course of history and be known as the greatest man who ever lived and died." The walls began to glow again. "Otherwise I can torture you here for eternity or until you concede."
It wasn't the threat of pain that convinced Mazay Gorave, it was the promise of a second chance. I accept.
The wizard pulled back his hood to reveal a face that was little more than flesh and bone. "I thought you would. Go forth and by whatever means necessary force all mankind to praise the name: Amaeir."
This message was edited by themanyouwanttobe on Dec 09 2007.
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Dec 11, 07 at 2:28am ^re: The Chronicles
Ret Herefit in the elders' hut
Ret brushed the door flap aside and strode into the spacious dwelling, his face a hard mask of resolve and his eyes blazing with anger. He found the eight elders huddled around the table in the middle of the room, apparently deep in discussion. He took a moment to calm himself, then announced his presence in a loud voice: "I'm back."
Heads popped up; the elders facing away from him turned in their chairs to look. The chief elder spoke from the far end of the circular table: "And what of your mission?"
"It remains incomplete," Ret said indifferently. A stir went around the table. "But I did discover something."
"What did you find, if not the relic?"
"I found an opponent waiting for me there, as I have on many of my missions of late." Ret forced his voice to remain steady, making sure he did not betray his fury before the right moment. He wanted his assertion to provoke a genuine reaction, and people react most honestly when they are caught off guard.
"It appears that you defeated him," another elder piped up in a scratchy and somewhat high-pitched voice. "Why, then, did you not continue your search?"
"Him," Ret thought. So I am right. He finally let his rage be known; his voice shook with it as he asserted: "Because the relic was only a secondary objective." He raised his voice and continued over the dumbstruck silence: "You think I'm a threat. You want me out of the way." His hands curled into fists. "You want me dead."
If the moments of silence that followed had not absolved all of the boy's remaining doubt, the chief's next statement would have. The man said softly, glancing around the table before returning his gaze to Ret: "It looks like we've been found out." Maybe if Ret had not been staring with so much hate into the elder's eyes, he would have noticed the smirks that were coming onto the others' faces. "It's true. You're too dangerous to keep around, Ret; we knew it was only a matter of time before you tried to overthrow us and take control of the town." Ret had no such plans, but he let the man continue uninterrupted. "The only question is, what will you do now?"
Ret forced himself to stay under control, to refrain from blasting them all to oblivion at that very moment as punishment for their betrayal. "I'd like to say first that I had no such plans of revolt. My only plans were to travel to Evayudren to continue my studies as soon as I turned sixteen." The elders only looked at him with emotionless eyes. He decided to aim for guilt and remorse. "Next, I'd like to express my... disappointment... that any of you, let alone all of you, would agree to go along with this plan." He waited for a moment, a moment during which he should have noticed the tent flap opening behind him to reveal a hulking man holding a tremendous broadsword. By an unlucky twist of fate, he took the flinches of a few elders to mean that they did indeed feel guilt at what they had done. "And finally, I want you to know that I am going to leave now... regardless of--" That's when he heard the sharp intake of breath behind him as the man drew back his sword in preparation for a swipe that would have taken Ret's head off. But Ret whirled around just in time to see it and duck, drawing his own sword and plunging it into the middle of the man's torso with a snarl. He twisted it as he wrenched it out, his eyes now wide with fury. They even hired a bodyguard to kill me in case of this confrontation! He felt his anger consume him, an anger greater than any he had experienced before. It pulled his lips back from his teeth and pumped his heart into overdrive; it filled his ears with a odd ringing and threw everything into a dangerously sharp focus; it flooded his body with a wild energy that felt like a forest fire in his inability to control it. He heard with clarity the thump the already-dead thug made as he slumped to the floor.
He fixed the cheif elder's gaze with his own and said in a voice of deadly quiet: "Your betrayals continue. The punishment for attempted murder is death, and you are as guilty as anyone." A purple fireball sprang into existence in the palm of his left hand. He raised his arm towards the elder and uttered, "Mortsa." Die. The fireball streaked towards the elder and struck him full in the chest, exploding on contact with such force that it blew the other elders' chairs backwards, knocking some into walls, throwing others ten feet across the floor. He stuck the point of his sword in the floor and violet fire appeared in both palms, which he quickly fired at the late chief's two primary advisors. They both died instantly. With a guttural roar, he conjured two more fiery spheres and turned to another two elders. But as they cried out with terror and scrambled backwards, one begged him desperately: "Please! Please don't kill me, even though I deserve to die--please! I opposed it from the start, but they wouldn't listen, and they would have killed me if I had tried to warn you!" The words pierced the dense weave of Ret's rage; his arm wavered. The other one added, "You can leave, you can do anything you want... just don't kill us!"
I have enough deaths on my conscience today, Ret thought, ashamed at what he had been about to do. And no man should pay for another's malevolence. The sea of fury subsided; the flames in his palms disappeared. "I... I must go," he murmured, suddenly disturbed by the murders he had committed and even more so by those he had almost committed. He turned and strode out of the hut, plucking his sword out of the floor on his way to the exit.
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Dec 29, 07 at 4:11am ^re: The Chronicles
“Delta Three, this is Delta One, do you read me?” Delta One, cloaked in the dark of night, moved silently through a thick forest as he spoke quietly into his mic. The matte black armor on the three soldiers made no sound as they moved, they kept their heads up and their MR-Cs to eye level. This was the final test of the Future Force Warrior project. If the team could make it through the forest before the time limit was over, then the FFW project would be a success. Inside the soldier's helmet, a green acknowledgment light winked into existence on the Heads-Up Display.
Checking his built-in radar, Delta One had noticed the third member of their group had started to lag behind. Usually this meant trouble; enemies or maybe another test that the FFW team set up for them. Either way, One didn't like it one bit. “Why are you slowing down?”
“Commander, there's something bouncing around on my radar. Just in enough to be seen, like it's taunting us.” Delta Three sped up to join the other two soldiers and watched as the blip on the radar speed up as well. ”It's following us sir.”
Delta One stopped and held up a fist, the hold position sign. The soldier slowly started backing up towards the radar blip that was Delta Three and checked his radar. There was a blip, and it was bouncing around just as his soldier had stated. The commander was puzzled, he had never seen anything move around like that in nature, it was as if whatever the blip was it was doing a hoedown.
“What the hell is that...?” Delta One shared a look with Two and stared off in the direction that the blip was in. Even with his night vision, he could hardly see anything. “You see anything Two?”
“Nothing sir, might be some kinda animal.” Two replied quickly.
“I doubt it, I've never seen anything... Keep sharp! It disappeared!” Three raised raised his rifle and started to scan the tree tops. The blip had just disappeared from it's place on the radar.
One raised his rifle and spun to check their back. In one quick, fluid motion, the soldier raised his hand with a finger pointing straight up and made a triangle in the air with it. Without hesitation, the three soldiers moved to make a triangle, standing about six feet away from each other. Rifles raised, eyes searching, each of the bodies were tense as they waited. Nothing showed up on radar, no sounds were made except for the sounds of the forest.
In the blink of an eye, Two was taken off the radar. Without so much as a scream, the man had disappeared. One quickly backpedaled up against Three's back so that coverage was once again complete, but now his breathing was taxed. Both of the soldiers were spooked by what had happened. “Two!? Two, do you read me!? Damn. Three, what the hell's going on out here?”
“I don't know sir, I think we should call HQ. I don't think this is part of the test.” Even though Three had made the suggestion, there was no way in hell that he was going to put his gun down and take the radio off of his back.
Without warning, a shadow fell out of the trees and landed right in front of Three. With a small gasp of surprise, the soldier started firing at the it. Unfazed, the wraith danced to the side before landing a kick to the barrel of the gun, causing Three's grip on it to loosen. Once that was accomplished, the black figure grabbed hold of the barrel and yanked it free from the soldier's fingers with such force that the man's trigger finger was broken. As he let out a howl of pain, the figure swung the gun like a baseball bat, crashing the butt of the rifle against his prey's head. The impact caused the whole left side of the man's head to collapse in on itself. Leaving the gun with the body, the shade jumped up and landed in the trees without so much as a creak from the branches.
One, despite his quick reflexes, turned around at the gunfire in time to see nothing more then the shadow jumping up into the trees. He started to fire blindly into the trees, hoping to hit whatever it was with a stray bullet. Once he exhausted the clip, he quickly switched them with precision that only the best in the military could. His breaths were fast and shallow as adrenaline started pumping through his body.
Out of the trees came a voice. Distorted by one of those cheap novelty voice maskers. “Your friends were no fun, mister. Will you play with me for a bit longer?”
In response to the voice, he let bullets fly. He was hoping that he could kill whatever this thing was before he could cause even more damage. But, that was not the case. A thud came as something fell onto the ground behind him. As soon as the sound came, One turned around and aimed for whatever caught his eye first. But nothing was there, and the soldier was starting to get much more anxious about this mission.
The shadow figure fell from the trees just as he had with Three and yanked the gun out of One's hands. Despite the tight grip the soldier had on his weapon, his fingers didn't break from the force as his teammate's had. The figure jumped away from One and tossed the gun off to the side and started speaking in a childish tone. “That's not how you play. You play like this.”
The shadow threw himself at One, moving with a grace and speed that not many can boast. One reacted, but too late. As the soldier attempted to grab the fists of the black figure, the one fist he did catch was thrown with just enough force to cause his arm to buckle. Without warning, the shade grabbed the night vision off of the man's head and threw it to the ground, stomping on it. Once that was broken, the figure jumped away and started talking again. “There, now it's fair. Your just as blind as I am now.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” One had slowly started backing up away from the wraith, holding his arm as pain throbbed through every muscle. If this thing, whatever or whoever it was, could throw punches like that then the soldier could think of no other way to survive except to run. But every step he took was matched by the shadow ahead of him.
“Ready? I'm coming at you now.” A fair warning, but nothing could really prepare One for what was to happen next. Taking off like a shot, the figure made it to the soldier in less than two seconds. The speed of this thing was utterly amazing, and One could do nothing but stand in shock at the little that he could see. The shadow took One's arm and picked him up. After he got a good grip on the man, he threw him at the nearest tree. With a sickening thud, One hit the tree and bounced a good three feet away from it due to the force of impact.
The impact had broke both his spine and his neck, an injury that he did not survive. Even before he was bounced off the tree the man was dead, but the shade stared expectantly, waiting for the man to get up. When he didn't, it merely sighed. “Well that wasn't no fun. They didn't fight back. Daku said they'd fight back, ah well. What's important is that I graduate!”
The wraith started gathering the bodies up after grabbing the body of Two out of a tree, and started heading in what seemed to be a random direction. The figure hummed to itself with a tune all it's own.
Later that night...
A boy stood in the middle of a clearing surrounded by dense woodlands. Trees grew out of the ground like grass and the grass grew out of the ground like weeds. The sky wore the moon and stars like jewelry, ever shifting throughout the cosmos. Sounds from the forest could be heard as one; without a single break in the auditory scenery, this was what held all of the boy's interest. The snapping of branches as nocturnal creatures roamed under the tree tops, leaves rustling as the gust blew them gently against each other, the hooting of owls and howling of wolves.
At first glance, the boy looked like one who was staying out too late, but if you watched long enough you would figure that something was odd. The boy looked as if he could be no older than ten years old, but he stood as if he had been training his body for years. He stood almost completely still, only his clothes and hair moved on behalf of the slowly blowing wind. His clothing was relatively simple; a white T-shirt with a pair of black slacks. But the blindfold over his eyes was far from normal attire. With his hands folded behind his back, one might go so far as to say that he was waiting for execution by firing squad. Which may very well be the case, trouble followed the boy like a lost puppy.
But something, other then the lone boy standing in the clearing, was wrong. A dense fog started rolling through the forest and into the clearing. The fog itself was ominous, something about it made could make someones skin crawl. Yet the boy stood completely still, “staring” in the fog's direction. Every sound that the forest had been making seemed to stop at once with the coming of the fog, which stopped about five feet away from the boy and a silhouette of a man slinked into view.
“Basis, Basis, Basis. You have done so well this past decade. I must say that I am both impressed and proud of you. To learn and master all those skills, and with only your hearing! You truly are an exemplary being.”
The silhouette in the fog made no moves, but his voice was smug. The man was smiling and anyone in earshot could easily recognize the fact. At the sound of the man's voice, the boy now known as Basis relaxed. A slight smile ran across his features as he “looked” up to the silhouette. He could “see” the man perfectly fine. The fog may have reduced vision, but it did not stop the sound waves from making it to Basis' ears. The man was obviously familiar to the boy, despite his appearance in the fog.
Basis walked into the fog and took the man's hand. The two silhouettes walked further into the fog until they were no longer illuminated by the moonlight. The fog started to recede, coming from the direction it came, and with it's movement the sound of the forest came back. Along with a new smell that definitely shouldn't be in as tranquil place as a forest. Behind the boy, based on where he used to be standing, was a dark pile that definitely did not belong in the environment.
The pile was that of bodies, and the stench of blood floated up from them. Another aced “test.”
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May 10, 08 at 7:18pm ^re: The Chronicles
Amongst the trees of the forest, a creature roamed.
To a keen observer, it was a notably fine specimen of its species. A healthy form, clean and rich coat, and gracefully agile movements. It was beautiful in its right, the keen observer decided. It would make an exquisite trophy.
The hunter patiently settled his sights as his quarry paused to eat, relaxed and carefree. He had all the time in the world to make the ideal kill shot, one that would damage its body - his prize - the least. He crawled forwards an inch, stomach to the dirt.
A small weight landed on the back of the man's head. Before he could respond, a burning pain seared through his neck, and an empty numbness spread over his body. He tried to move, and found that he could not. The weight moved from the back of his skull, and he heard a scuffling as something climbed over his arm, which lay extended in front of him to support his rifle. Absurdly, a hamster came into his view, holding a tiny silver tube projecting a short red beam of light.
"I've fused the connection between your brain and spine through the back of your neck. You're paralysed" it spoke, and deactivated the device; the beam vanished. "I imagine you're feeling a lot of things right now. Incredulous disbelief, creeping fear, maybe anger. That's a confusing jumble of emotions, so let me clear things up for you" it went on.
"You are going to die" Zone stated levelly. "I don't know exactly when or how. Maybe your lungs will stop working a few minutes from now, or perhaps you'll just lie here for a couple of days until you expire from dehydration. Make no mistake, though, before the end of the week you will be a corpse" he paused for a moment to let his words sink in. "I'm going to tell you something before that. Why this is happening to you. I don't know if you're even still listening to me in there, but I'll give you the chance" the rodent went on, sitting down a foot from the face of his captive audience.
"We have something in common, you and I. We both take lives. I know that may sound ridiculous looking at me, but if you don't think I'm capable of it, that I haven't disabled you permanently already, by all means strike me down where I sit" Zone waited a few seconds. Nothing happened, save a few birds chirping in the distance. "Point made" he said.
"I'm not going to claim I can do no wrong. But I face a morbid truth, that there can be reasons to kill. For example, in a battle or war, if those involved have chosen to put their lives on the line and fight for something, taking those lives is fair. It might be arguably foolish and wasteful, and there may be much better ways to settle the matter, but ultimately it is their life and their choice to foolishly waste it" Zone paused again, looking at the hunting rifle besides him.
"There's also killing for your own survival, or to protect something truly important, or to punish a truly severe crime. I guess that last one is what's happening here" the rodent turned back to the hunter. "Those are more of a grey area, but it's not impossible for them to be justified, if grim acts in the absence of better alternatives. I can understand the predator who hunts and kills its prey to avoid starvation. It's nothing noble, but it's not their fault either that it's necessary for them to survive" Zone stood up again, stepping forwards, all but literally nose to nose with the man.
"And then there's you. You don't kill because you have to, and those you kill don't deserve it either. You take life simply for the fun of it. For sport. Don't let my mostly calm explanations mislead you here, I abhor what you are. It disgusts me, and it's taking me great effort not to launch into a tirade on how the world will be a better place once you're no longer a part of it" the rodent gazed unwaveringly, his breathing spiked. "Now, you may wonder, if you're still listening, who am I to judge you? And I'm not going to lie, I don't know you. For all I'm aware, you might be a great husband, a loving father, a brilliant doctor that has saved dozens of lives, and any other number of positive things, and all of this..." he gestured to the gun. "This is just a hobby. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because at no point during any of the executions you staged did you judge whether or not the life you were snuffing out deserved its fate. You acted with absolute self-interest for your own petty, sick amusement. Am I wrong? Am I?" he glared fixedly at the man, knowing no answer would come.
"It also crossed my mind that you did it because they were animals. It's pretty obvious looking at me, that's not gonna hold much weight" Zone grinned without humour. "But you know, even if that was or is true, it doesn't matter either. Even if the beings you've killed were worth less than you, it doesn't mean they were worthless. Their lives had value, and because you took them without any acknowledgement of that, you owe your own to settle the debt..." Zone let the words hang for several seconds. He took a step back and checked his rising voice and temper before continuing.
"What I am trying to convey to you, is that you deserve this. You don't deserve to be called a hunter because that carries the notion of some necessity in the act. You just killed, for sick petty kicks, and to make it even more vile, you chose your victims because you considered them to be beautiful. You combine rape and murder into a single, monstrous depravity. The only reason I am bothering to tell you all this, rather than just putting you down, is so that just maybe, you can offer a tiny shred of repentance for the atrocities you chose to commit. I had a seriously hard time convincing myself you deserve even that, and trust me, it's far too late for anything else. You aren't being saved from this. So make what amends you may, or just hate me in silence and care only for yourself to the end, it's your call. I'm done with you" Zone said at length, and turned away.
The rodent walked to and leapt over an outstretched arm. He faced the same way as the condemned man, and departed without a backward glance.
After a couple of minutes, he stopped by a tree. Looking up, Zone cupped his paws around his mouth. "Hey Crysis, time to go!" he called. A squirrel looked down from the branches, waving.
"Okay, I'm coming!" The larger rodent chirped back. He scurried along the branch, and zipped down the trunk to his friend with commendable agility. "Did you sort out the thing you had to?" he asked amiably.
Zone nodded. "Yeah, all taken care of" he replied. "Did you manage to have a good lunch?" he returned as they set off. The squirrel nodded, falling in at his friend's side. They slipped into easy conversation, Zone still not sparing a look back, but glancing once at his dominant weapon paw. He wasn't glad that he sometimes had to kill. When it was necessary, though, he was glad he had the strength to.
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May 25, 08 at 11:00pm ^re: The Chronicles
Stranger in a Strange Land
Earth, 21st century,
Secret Military Base, Roswell,
New Mexico, USA
The five people sat in the row of chairs provided, six of them in total, one of them vacant. The large room they were in was filled with machinery, the largest of which was in front of them all. It was a large metal archway, used for looking into other worlds. With the state of the Earth as it was the American government decided to find a new planet where they could take those they deemed worthy and start a new civilisation. To find such a place they used alien technology (recovered from the 1947 'Roswell UFO incident') and created a kind of window, which allowed them to look into worlds beyond their own universe and measure it's attributes to discern whether or not it was habitable. So far they had looked at and examined fourteen planets, but all of them were barren.
A nearby radio broadcast the news from a Roswell local radio station as the five awaited Dr. Kayle's arrival. They needed all six of the operation leaders there before they could do anything. The news reporter kept talking, the radio finding it hard to receive any stable reception because of the remote location. *Bzzk* ...have been more reports... *Bzzk* ...fighting, all over the world... *Bzzk* ...believe it is an organisation of fighters battling... *Bzzk* ...magic powers, demonic entities, small rodents with advanced weaponry... *Bzzk* ...elves, angels, cyborgs, child-like blind assassins... *Bzzk* ...claim it's an obvious hoax, although if you have any information you ca... *Bzzk* ...864. A woman who was sitting closest to the radio turned it off when Dr. Kayle walked through the door, signalling three of the five already there to start preparing the machine.
They scattered around the room turning various knobs and hitting various switches. Dr. Kayle walked towards the radio and put in a tape before hitting the record button. He walked in front of the two who remained seated and spoke, more so to the radio than to them.
"This is Dr. Kayle, First Chief Researcher on project Promised Land. So far we have seen and scanned fourteen planets, ten of them from the Multron universe and the other four from the Heatron. So far there are five more possibilities in the Heatron universe and right now we are about to scan the fifth planet out of the nine lined up. As per usual, because we haven't seen any life forms we are still not completely sure whether the window is viewable from the other side, but if anything were to happen we have an emergency switch which shuts every bit of machinery off and, if necessary, a self-destruct button for the whole base in case any life form finds a way to break through the window. Obviously if either button is pressed than this project will be discontinued indefinitely. Now, I believe everything is ready so we will all take our seats and see what we can find."
Lar, 2nd century A.S.,
The Palace of the Damned,
"You think you can best me you pathetic little Elf? I will rule this world." The Deathknight said calmly, staring at his opponent, Malali.
"Your words mean nothing when you are holding a blade," The Nightelf raised her sword, Kaavel, and aimed it at her opponent. "Now if we are done with the formalities, let us finish this." The two fighters charged at each other, Malali fighting for justice and The Deathknight fighting for dominance. The latter fighter wore thick black armour, which covered all of his body. His thick, long blade was also black, aside from the Fuller which was glowing red, matching his eyes and cape. The two clashed swords, both of them trying to force the other's blade out of the way to get a clean strike at their opponents head.
"You underestimate me little girl." The Deathknight yelled, before the red part of his blade flashed viciously in a power surge. It forced Malali to open her guard. Laughing, The Deathknight swung his blade at her chest in the hopes of finishing her off. As the blade swung towards her it was knocked off course by Firinar, who launched himself at it's side and luckily avoided getting struck by the swords edge.
"You mussst be more careful." Firine hissed to Malali in her snake like voice as she followed her brother on their unbreakable chain. Firinar, unable to stop his momentum, ricocheted off of the palace roof before flying down towards The Deathknight.
"Help us." Firinar yelled in his cold, low toned voice, for the first time in his existence sounding genuinely scared. Malali knew why he was scared and couldn't blame him. The Deathknight's sword had the ability to steal the soul of whoever it's edge struck and since Firinar and Firine lived in the two weapons which bared their name, their souls could belong to the sword if it hit them. The Deathknight knew this and awaited them to finish their descent so he could strike. A soul is always a good catch, but to be able to gain two which were so powerful was too good an opportunity to miss. He swung his blade towards Firinar... but to no avail.
Malali had already regained her balance and had her bow in her hand. She shot a blunt arrow at Firinar, knocking him out of the swords way, which in turn struck the chain that kept the demonic brother and sister together. Because of this they were launched back towards their master, who dropped her bow and skillfully grabbed Firine with one hand and, after swinging him around her waist, Firinar with the other. "We're... dizzy." He remarked after realising he was back in his master's hand.
"Quiet, you're fine." Malali replied, putting him and Firine back onto her belt. She picked up her bow and put it on her back once more, before drawing Kaavel and facing The Deathknight. "Your magic is a mystery to me, but it seems more powerful than I anticipated... I suppose it is your move, Deathknight."
"I thought words meant nothing when you held a blade," The Deathknight replied, his voice cold and deep. He began to speak, but it was overshadowed by a mechanical sound. A type of portal appeared behind The Deathknight, sucking him into it.
"What was that?" Malali swiftly asked to Firinar and Firine in shock. They were demon souls, so if that portal was demonic they would know.
"We ssenssse it iss not of our kinnn," Firine replied. Knowing there was no other choice Malali charged at the portal and jumped through it. She had to kill The Deathknight at all costs; if that meant following him through this portal, so be it.
Earth, 21st century,
Secret Military Base, Roswell,
New Mexico, USA
"What is that?" One of the Project Promised Land head's asked, staring through the window towards Malali and The Deathknight.
"I... I don't know." Dr. Kayle replied enthusiastically, jumping from his seat and swiftly removing his glasses as he stared at the window. "But it's alive... I... I think... we have found a habitable environment." He shouted, turning his back to the window and looking at his co-workers. Some of them screamed, some of them stared in shock. Dr. Kayle's body shriveled as his head flew into the air, his soul now a part of The Deathknights sword. A man, around 6'2, charged towards the base self destruct button, but his sudden movements earned him a quick death as lightning shot through The Deathknights palm and into the mans face. The four remaining were too afraid to move and The Deathknight laughed as they stared in fear. With one swipe of his blade their souls all belonged to him.
An arrow flew through the air, hitting The Deathknight and exploding on contact... unfortunately the explosion destroyed the machinery, closing the window behind Malali. It turned out the window wasn't as stable as expected and was in fact a portal to travel between universes. The machine's in the project room, along with the last remnants of the alien technology used on Project Promised Land, were destroyed by Malali's exploding arrow, but of course neither she nor The Deathknight knew or understood this. Amid the dust of the explosion The Deathknight flew at Malali, who had drew Kaavel just in time to block her enemies blade.
"What evil magic is this?" She screamed, using all of her strength to hold Kaavel steady against the unholy blade The Deathknight wielded.
"This is not of my doing," He menacingly replied, "But here there are none of your pathetic kind to stop me. I couldn't take control of Lar, but I will rule this world. Mark my words Nightelf, once I have gathered a following the whole of the Tyrnealilthian order won't be able to stop me, even if you found a way to bring them here. The next time we meet, I will finish you." Malali fell forward as The Deathknight disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
After getting to her feet Malali looked around, noting the now inoperable machinery, something which she had never seen before. She scoured the room for survivors, anyone who might know how she could return home, but they were all dead. It didn't matter anyway, before she could even think about returning home she had a job to do. Why they were there, she knew not, but what she did know was that The Deathknight wouldn't stop until he held dominance over this world. She had to stop him, no matter what the cost. Unfortunately for Malali the ruckus that had been caused had gained the attention of every soldier in the base. She could sense them coming and knew she wouldn't be left alive if offered to their mercy. She hated to kill like this, but she had no other choice. Awaiting them to burst into the room Malali hid in the shadows behind some of the broken machinery, holding her bow ready to attack.
"What place is this?" Firinar questioned as he, Firine and Malali looked down onto the city of Roswell. After reluctantly slaughtering those at the military base Malali had found her way to the city. After seeing people's reactions to her she knew she was no longer in Lar, but she was now in a place where she shouldn't have existed, where Nightelves shouldn't exist. She stood atop a tall building, trying to make sense of the situation. She was a stranger in this strange land.
"Perhaps the Deattthknight isss closer than you thinnk Mal." Firine said, always one to offer her opinion even when not asked.
"No." Malali replied, looking down at the people in Roswell City with compassion, thinking to herself ignorance truly is bliss. "He's gone, escaped to wreak havoc upon this world as he did in Lar. Now, by Tyrnealylthian law and for the sake of this world, I must find him.... I must kill him."
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Jun 05, 08 at 3:12pm ^re: The Chronicles
The sky overhead was heavy and grey. It hung above the city with promise, while cool winds blew beneath it as if preparing the way. They teased at the branches of trees, coercing them to wave like an audience. Back and forth, swaying and rustling.
Crysis' ears angled a little as he listened to the ambience. The squirrel was perched on top of a lamppost, on the back of the broad head that housed the light itself. The plastic casing was cool against his pawpads, although not as ice-chilly as the metal of the pole supporting it. His limbs tingled as it sapped heat from his small body, slightly cooling the blood circulating through his paws before it travelled up his arms and legs again. Crysis closed his eyes and churred as he savoured the sensation, still listening to the swaying trees. He thought back to a few hours earlier.
"Do you think it's gonna rain?" Zone asked, glancing up at the sky. Crysis leaned back to peer out of the bus window at less of a steep angle. It wasn't always that they could make use of public transport - some companies or employees just wouldn't have truck, taxi or plane with selling their service to talking animals - but this time they had managed to.
"It might. It kinda looks like it's saving up for it" the squirrel replied. The two shared a seat that was more than big enough for both of them. Zone nodded, and then grinned as he studied his companion's expression, Crysis still watching the clouds.
"You know, we can't get started until this evening, anyway. Once we get to our stop, do you want to go and enjoy the weather for a while, come catch up with me 'bout nightfall?" Zone suggested.
Crysis turned to him wide-eyed. "Really, I can?" he asked hopefully. Zone nodded, and got a hug for it. He laughed. "Oh thanks, that'll be lots of fun!" Crysis cheered, churring as the hamster scratched behind his ear fondly. He could hardly wait for later.
They had reached their stop, split up for the time being, and now Crysis was having a lot of fun. He had looked around for a bit, found this spot, felt it was just right, had gotten himself into it, and settled down comfortably. Below him was a stretch of pavement, with a road on one side of it, and grass, an open park and trees on the other. Across the road was a building, all squared concrete and glowing glass, rising up like a huge wall with lights built into it. The street threaded away to either side with the promise of unseen destinations, and up above all lay the open sky.
And here came the cars.
Crysis heard them first, and looked to see the lights at one end of the road had turned green. The traffic drew closer, and then whooshed under the lamppost, one and another and another in rapid succession. Crysis shivered and susurrated as they dashed by. Each car gave a rumbling whine from its powerful engine, hitting its peak as it passed directly under him. It was more than sound, it was a physical reverberation, acoustic waves washing around him, resonating in the air. It went through him as well, and he felt his tummy, his tail and all of him tremble subtly as the force traversed his diminutive form. Every vehicle was a note, building, reaching crescendo, and fading sharply. The symphony was chaotic, but the sensation of each individual sound was invigorating.
Crysis splayed his paws as a breeze swept down the street. The air felt fantastic. It blew through his fur, blurring the line between him and the rest of the world, crisp and fresh and cool. He half-closed his eyes and leaned into it, gently running his tail against the contours of flowing wind. Every fibre of his being felt awake, and he hoped it was going to get better yet.
Indeed, as the last few cars whooshed past below, it started to rain. Crysis saw it first, the faint, tiny advancing flickers of colourless motion in the open air. Next came the response, as people in the street paused and glanced up, or got out umbrellas, or started to hurry. Then sound came, drumming up an airy rhythm on a hundred surfaces, and finally he felt it on his fur. Small, light, fine, and not very cold, it showered gently against his head and ears and back and shoulders and haunches and tail.
Crysis giggled with juvenile mirth, and rolled onto his back. He loved rain! The squirrel lay on the casing of the lamp, before either his fur or this part of it got too wet, and arced his tail up over his own tummy and front, employing it as a makeshift umbrella. He positioned it just so that the rain wouldn't to fall into his face, but caught the edges of his ears lightly, and then lay witness, upside down, as the world became blurry and reflective.
It was beautiful to watch. In a matter of minutes, everything was slick and shiny. Cars turned on their lights, since the sky had turned a little greyer and darker, and sounds grew dampened and washy. Crysis leaned his head to the side as he heard the next wave of traffic approaching, and then lay back straight again and waited for it to pass behind his head and back. Here it came...
Rush, rush, rushhh. Puddles had formed on the road. The rumbling noise of car engines was accentuated by the sound of their tires carving through shallow water, spraying miniature waves in their wake. Crysis would get too wet eventually, and need to find shelter, but right now he lay and soaked in the melody with his eyes shut. They still were when a white light flashed overhead. The squirrel opened them, and a moment later, deep echoing thunder rolled straight through him.
"Woooow..." Crysis gasped. "Th-thunder, as well?" he whispered in wonder. One might not expect a squirrel to like storms, being loud and potentially frightening. Crysis loved them though, they awed him. A thunderstorm had such an immense, primal and majestic power, and when one happened, he could feel it. His tiny, light body trembled with its force. It was something so much greater than him; for its energy to touch him, resound inside him... It took his breath away.
Crysis sat up slowly, feeling the cool rain against his warm fur. One might also expect a squirrel not to care for artificial surroundings, but truthfully, he liked them. He loved nature of course, but concrete and glass, streets and buildings, lights and cars... He felt the urban world had its own beauty. The rodent turned slowly, taking it all in. Walls, roads and windows slick with rain, the lights of cars and lamps painting diluted, blurry reflections on them. Traffic rushing by beneath, with rumbling engines and the swish of spraying water, while above the sky flashed, releasing another quake of thunder that touched every molecule of his being. The wind running through his fur and rustling the trees, fresh on his tongue as he breathed it in. The rain showering him lightly, filling the air with its clean scent. Smell and taste, light and sound, feeling. He could try to pick out all the individual sensations, but it was the whole together he found most breath-taking of all. The world was in concert, and Crysis smiled at it quietly. He loved being alive.
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Oct 12, 08 at 5:22pm ^re: The Chronicles
Tiaoro Strand Serum X5
What... what is that?
It was metallic in colour, like a faded silver, and its huge body had the shape of an egg, oval, but it was completely flat at the bottom. It seemed to have no neck, making it impossible to discern where the body ended and the face began. It didn't really matter though, as its face only consisted of two slit-like eyes, which were completely black. Its legs and arms were also the faded silver colour and were thick like tree trunks, its hands having three thick metallic fingers and its feet identical to them. Overall, the beast looked twelve foot tall, twice the size of a tall human.
Malali stared curiously, wondering what such a thing was doing in this environment. A strange noise resounded, one which Malali didn't recognised. It was the sound of the hydraulics in the beast making it move as it walked forward, raising its right arm, which began to shift its shape, taking another form. Malali recognised it almost instantly as a variation of a common weapon amongst humans called a gun. Malali had learned they came in many forms and this one looked exactly like the one the flying dragon wielded after her encounter with Child Basis.
"State your intentions and come no further!" She ordered, holding her bow steady as she aimed an arrow at the creature, hoping it would understand. It didn't react to her however, just continuing its walk. It raised its gun and, without hesitation, Malali unleashed the arrow which flew straight at the beings eye. As it hit, however, it snapped into kindling, falling to the floor. Residue from the poison on the tip of the arrow remained in the beasts eye, but within a mere blink of its metallic eyelids, the poison was gone.
Malali knew this world was not to be underestimated. After fighting the crazed and confusing Child Basis, the arrogant yet powerful Jonas and the demon child Sai Koya she knew this world was strong, stronger then she could have imagined. She was tired, still wounded from her last encounter. She hadn't the energy to fight, she had to finish this enemy quickly. She reluctantly pulled an arrow from her quiver; it was pure white in colour and was much longer then an average arrow. It had no head, but instead was smoothly sharpened at the tip. The opposite end of the arrow had a small circle for the wielders finger to hold it easier and the outer part of the circle was indented, allowing for better hold and an overall easier aim. She aimed it at the beast, who stopped walking forward and lowered its weapon.
"Malali," It began in a dark voice, sounding forced and fake. "You should be a little less reckless when using something as precious as a Caelzara." Malali stared in shock, lowering her weapon upon hearing the names of both herself and the arrow.
"What do you know of the Caelzara? Of me?!" She shouted, swiftly aiming the arrow once more as the being stretched its arms out to its sides, its hand taking its original, three-fingered form. It didn't respond to Malali's thread but instead began forming a small green ball of energy in front of it. This began to stretch itself, forming a circle the size of the beast controlling it, blocking it from sight. Not wanting to take a chance and allow the creature to strengthen its attack, Malali unleashed the Caelzara arrow which flew as a normal one did, until it was halfway towards its target. At that point, Malali whispered its name, focusing on its power, and within a flash it roared mightily, turning into a bolt of destructive lightning. It shot at its target with powerful force, raising a giant cloud of dust as it did.
Malali let out a sigh of relief, but was saddened to have to use one of her few Caelzara. It meant she had less of the powerful arrows for when she faced The Deathknight. Her train of thought derailed as the dust settled, revealing the beast was still standing, unharmed. She stared in disbelief, but before she had time to try and comprehend the situation, the being aimed its left hand towards her.
"I'm sorry." It calmly stated, still in its forced, dark tone. Another small, green ball of energy formed which, this time, expanded into its circular shape quickly and unleashed a bolt of lightning, which hit Malali directly in her chest, knocking her back a considerable distance. Were it not for Baelria and one of its many specialized enchantments the arrow would have surely ripped her apart.
She felt the pain throughout her entire body and twitched as the lightning energy that remained shocked her nerves. She tried hard to keep her eyes open, but everything around her was fading. The last thing she saw was the beast standing over her... then everything turned dark.
When Malali awoke she was lying down on a bed. It was uncomfortable and there was light shining onto it, onto her, urging her to raise her arm in front of her eyes as a shield. That was when she noticed. She had been stripped of her armour and weapons. She quickly looked at the body below her neck, seeing it was covered by a type of dress, a sleeping dress but more uncomfortable. She swiftly sat up, feeling a sharp pain in her chest soon after, forcing her to cry out in agony.
"Finally, you're awake." A voice noted. From where it came, Malali didn't know, as she was alone in the small room, but she recognised the voice. The Beast. "I'm sorry I had to bring you in like this, truly, but considering that the suit was a mere prototype there was no room for risk taking." The voice added sincerely. Malali ignored it. She simply rubbed her sore chest, noting it had healed well, and slowly stood, looking around the room which held her.
The floor and walls appeared to be made from steel, hard and cold. There was a low roof covered in lights which shone brightly, making it hard for Malali to look up. The only things in the room were the Nightelf herself, the bed and a small table in the corner, on and under which were Malali's equipment. She tore off the patients gown she wore and began putting her armour back on in spite of its current state. Burn marks and rips were all over it and a giant hole could be found in the chest area, where the Caelzara had struck. Malali closed her eyes, outstretching her arms and whispering, 'Baelria'. Rips and tears in the armour began to twitch, before moving themselves in the appropriate ways and fusing themselves with other parts of the armour, repairing it. Marks and stains slowly vanished as the entire armour became clean, looking as it had when Malali first acquired it.
"That was impressive." The voice began. "I must say, the power of The Firins was impressive as well,..." The voice carried on, telling Malali about how they had healed her. In truth, she was both shocked and impressed at how much this being knew, but she still pretended to ignore it, placing her equipment and weapons on her armour. She picked up her leather flask, noticing it was empty, and held her hand over it, so the rim was pressed around the center of her palm. She closed her eyes, before whispering 'Sumlas' and filling the flask with water, stopping the spell and pulling her hand away when it was near full. She drunk from it, until her thirst was quenched, and placed it on her belt. "It really should have taken four, maybe five, for a wound like that to heal, but-..."
"Why am I here?" Malali interrupted, ready to talk now she had her armour and equipment back in place. "There is a reason and I demand to know it." It was obvious to her that this thing, whatever it was, meant her no harm... no real harm anyway. She acted in aggression and it defended itself. An enemy wouldn't have healed her, not completely. She understood that sometimes the confused needed to be subdued before being reasoned with and she believed this was one of those times. This didn't take away from her anger though, it did hit her with a Caelzara arrow after all.
"Ah... yes. Well, to be blunt, I know how you can return home." It replied. Malali's eyes widened and she did well to keep her jaw from dropping. "I have spent many years working with portals, to other universes and dimensions. Recently I learnt of you and your... friend, coming to our universe." He paused as if trying to figure out how to word what he was going to say. Malali listened eagerly. "I'm going to send you both back." The Nightelf glared in shock, almost hypnotised by thoughts of home. The voice let out a small cough, letting Malali know it was still there. She snapped back into reality.
"The Deathknight won't come easily. Even if he did, he has probably planted his evil seeds already... forming a gathering of followers. He would die before leaving this world... without being its master." She replied, her mind still somewhat distant, thinking of Lar.
"I thought as much. Then you will just have to kill him... and it has to be you" The voice stated. "When you came through The Window you brought with you molecules from both your world and the void, an endless darkness which keeps the worlds separate. Over time, they became bound to one another, these molecules, and now they hold onto your very existence. Meaning, because of the disruption on your separate space continuums caused, the rift in the-..."
"I'm sorry." Malali interrupted again, confusedly. "What is molecule?" The voice chuckled, slightly annoying the Nightelf.
"Look, it's all scientific stuff, things you wouldn't yet understand. The fact is, you and The Deathknight have something in common, something which means you shouldn't actually exist in this world. The fact you do is, in itself, a miracle. My point is, because of this, only you can kill The Deathknight and only he can kill you, otherwise the void between our world and your world, Lar, will expand, swallowing everything in its path until both universes are no more." Malali, just able to take it all in, sat down on the bed in the center of the room. Fate truly did bind the two beings, now she was certain of it.
"I will, however," The voice continued after a short space of time. "Give you a weapon to fight him with. Let me ask you; do you know what a Tiaoro is?" Malali thought hard, before remembering.
"It is a mana flower of the Wood-Elven tribes of south. Legends say he who eats the flower is given unspeakable power, but dies soon after. It matters not, the last was destroyed a long time ago."
"Well," The voice replied, shuffling around. "Tiaoro are not only found in Lar. There are many worlds with similar mana-fluxes to Lar, most of which still have Tiaoro." Malali was taken aback by this. Similar universes? What if they had a Deathknight as well? What if he had conquered them? She quickly forgot her thoughts when the voice continued speaking. "I've found a way to manipulate the DNA of the Tiaoro so that only the mana-boosting attributes take affect. When concentrated and made not as potent as it originally is, it can be used to temporarily boost mana power to insane levels."
"So you can make me stronger with mana? Like a wizard or witch?" She asked, grasping the basic concept.
"Well... I couldn't fully extract the mana gene as it is intertwined with the others, so I can boost your mana power to make you like the powerful witches and wizards of Lar, yes, but it only works for a small space of time. Plus, because of the Tiaoro's bound DNA strands taking any more then one dose within twenty four hours is lethal. This is the fifth batch as well, Tiaoro Strand Serum X5. The first four were complete failures." Malali sat in thought, thinking about what she had just heard.
"So this potion will boost my mana power but taking more then one dose of this potion within one day will kill me?... How do I know you're telling the truth about any of this?" She asked cynically after a long silence. The voice chuckled again.
"I thought you would say that." The sound of a keyboard's keys being tapped professionally could be heard. Sufficed to say Malali didn't recognise it. "See for yourself."
Within seconds green smoke was pouring into room from the walls. It shocked Malali at first, who covered her mouth but upon receiving words of reassurance from the voice, whom, after hearing what it had to say, she now somewhat trusted, she removed her hand and breathed in the smoke.
The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced. The raw, untamed power surging through her body, mixing with her blood and calling her flesh its home. She began to shake viciously, not used to such a magnitude of mana. She breathed heavily, trying to gain control of her body. It took a while, but eventually the shaking calmed down, as she stood with a multicolour aura surrounding her.
Malali raised her head, smiling as she heard the voice. She held her arms upwards, towards the lights. She took a deep breath, still slightly shaking, and roared fiercely, "ZAEZARA!"
The lightning shot into the lights, causing them to explode loudly. The lightning, still coming out of Malali's hands, shot around the room, the Nightelf seeming to be unharmed by both the lightning and the shards of glass which had just rained in the room.
"Steady now, don't get too excited." The voice warned, but Malali heard nothing, her mind overloading with this new power. This ecstatic feeling, the feeling of holding everything... yet nothing. She began circling the room in flight at a high speed and continued using all the spells she could remember in the short time she had. Fire, water, ice, lightning, earth, darkness, light and other such materials circled the room, following their master who laughed harder as each second passed in this unnatural high. Unfortunately every high comes with a low, this one hitting harder then most.
Pulled away in a split second, all mana vanished from Malali, the circling trail of destruction disappearing and the Nightelf continuing her flight on the momentum and soon smashing into the wall, breaking a few bones while doing so. Her eyes turned heavy as she began to lose consciousness, the last thing she heard being the sarcastic giggles of the deep voice, followed by it mockingly stating "I told you not to get too excited."
Malali awoke in a forest which looked similar to the one she grew up in. For a few seconds, she thought she was home, she was once again Amadeth, this had all been an insane dream since the Krondorian attack. She realised the truth when she tried to move and felt an aching pain throughout her body. She sat up, rubbing her aching head.
"You were outttt for sssome time." Firine explained, sounding drained of energy. "That'sss the ssecond time we'vvve saved you thisss week, Mal."
"Well... I refrained from leaving you at the bed of Sitnalta, so consider us even." Sitnalta was an abadoned underwater city in Lar, which Malali had once explored with the demon twins, often threatening to leave them there when they spoke out of place. "Tell me, had that just happened? Had that beast really harnaced the power of the Tiaoro?" Malali's state made her unsure of what was truth and fantasy, so she thought it wise to make sure.
"Yes." Firinar answered, plainly and simply. Malali sat in silent thought, before noticing something at her side, a small, plain, black pouch, weighing down a piece of paper. She picked up the pouch and looked inside: there were two small containers with dark green liquids in them. She returned them to the pouch before picking up the paper and reading what was written on it,
I hope you now trust me. There are two viles in this pouch containing small, concentrated doses of Tiaoro Strand Serum X5. They'll last longer then what you experienced before, but only slightly. Long enough for you to defeat a foe anyway. Save them both for The Deathknight, if what I've heard and seen is true, you're going to need them. Once you've defeated him, I will find you and return you both home, you and The Deathknight's lifeless body.
Remember, only you can kill him.
P.S. I crafted a present using the Baelria incantation... I hope you like it.
Malali smirked. In Elven tongue, Arímus meant 'Silver Ally'. She didn't know as much as she would have wanted to know about Arímus, but she knew she could trust him. After a quick look around she found the present left by Arímus, a mask made out of the same material as her armour, which she tested with Firinar's blade. How Arímus got the material Malali didn't know, she was just grateful to have something to hide her face, conceal what is conceived as her monster in this world. Maybe now I can save people without striking fear into their hearts as well.
She placed the pouch into the safest pocket on her armour, tucked the mask into the belt and began walking in a random direction, hoping to escape the forest and find out where she was, soon after warning the Firins that any talk would result in her leaving them dangling from a tree branch.
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Nov 28, 08 at 3:41am ^re: The Chronicles
It was agony like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Like nothing they had ever experienced before.
Needles and nails, blade, spear, or axe, nothing could compare to the pain that exploded from Ret's knees. It didn't just make his vision a haze, it entirely blinded him; he could see nothing as his eyes rolled back in his head and screams tore at his throat. A gust of wind came up and the pain flared even brighter... Ret's throat seized up; he couldn't even scream, the agony was so intense, like a sun burning brightly from each of knees, shining searing pain into and through his insides, like they were pipes filling with boiling water. Tears burned at his eyes and flowed down his cheeks as he writhed on the ground, a worm in his anguish.
It stretched on for minutes, the worst minutes of either one's existence--Ret's short sixteen years and the other entity's millenia. During that time, the two animals escaped, and as they grew farther and farther away, the dynamics between Ret and the invader changed, but neither of them noticed until one of them finally managed to send a trickle of healing flames down to Ret's knees, making the flood of pain subside just the slightest bit so they could finally regain true consciousness, panting through clenched teeth.
Look what you've done! the evil one hissed inside Ret's mind.
"Better than letting you continue with your... plan, or whatever you call your murder spree," Ret shot back. Out loud.
They were both silent for a moment, minds racing to understand the implication of this action. The pain was forgotten as the entity realized first: as the Heart of Famine got farther away, he was losing his power over Ret's body.
And as the entity realized it, the comprehension leaked through the mental barrier and Ret understood as well.
The pain redoubled as a gust of wind threw dirt and pebbles into the cauterized holes in Ret's legs. Now Ret knew that he would be able to maintain control over his body once he was on his feet, he murmured words of healing: "Merqursa, materi soli ki, runsa reprine ki." Heal, my soul and body, and become whole again.Down his trunk and legs rushed serene aquamarine tongues of flame that filled the wounds with a blinding white light that suddenly congealed into flesh, blood, and bone. He climbed to his feet, drained somewhat from the effort the act had required, but full of a renewed hope. "You can trouble me no more, evil spirit. Begone," he commanded the other consciousness in a full voice.
The other entity thought quickly. Ret had not the power, as the boy seemed to believe, to force it out of his mind. But neither could the entity take control of Ret's body by force, with the Heart getting further and further away.
(Ten minutes earlier, Crysis and Zone had slipped into the cargo space of another travel bus, and they now sped down the highway, the distance between them and Ret growing more and more rapidly as the bus accelerated upon reaching the interstate.)
So the entity known as Omnity disappeared... into the depths of Ret's own consciousness. He would taint it. He would darken the boy's thoughts. And someday, he would destroy him.
Surprised as he felt the entity disappear suddenly from his awareness, Ret looked around. He could see no fleeing shadow, and yet no longer could he feel that invader's will fighting his own. It was part of the spirit's cunning that kept Ret from thinking of the truth.
Ret went inside the building to retrieve his sword, then blasted into the sky.
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Dec 27, 08 at 7:18pm ^re: The Chronicles
Zone's paws tapped rapidly at the suitably sized keyboard in front of him, dancing from button to button. The glow of the monitor above it projected onto his fur, painting shifting tattoos over his body and reflecting fragments of code in his dark rodent eyes. He paused to periodically study the text on the screen, then continued typing.
It would be nice, Zone thought to himself, to say that he was working on something exciting. A killer computer virus, or the software for some kind of cool advanced weapons system, or heck, even a database of ice cream flavours. But alas, all his current efforts would amount to was a functional, efficient, and thoroughly dull business application. Well, that and the fee he was charging for writing it, of course.
The reason he was doing this was that, if nothing else whatsoever, Zone had ambition. A lot of people had ambitions, but he had Ambition. The hamster was willing to do some dangerous and crazy things in pursuit of his goals, and even got a thrill out of it most of the time. He enjoyed the rush so much, some could think he ran on it; indeed, it did help to fuel him. There was more to the rodent's drive than adrenaline though. Even when the way forwards was tedious and slow, so long as his heart was set on the end goal Zone could give it his all. Even if the work was so banal, he could do most of it with only half his mind on the job at no cost to his work rate, he stuck with it fully.
That wasn't to say it didn't bore him halfway to tears, though. So as the rodent sat typing away virtually on autopilot, he rolled his neck, waggled some feeling into his ears, and the other half of his mind wandered in search of self-amusement.
Zone's ambition was formidable, and his ambitions scaled to match. They culminated (at present) more or less in world domination. Of course, to even attempt to pursue such a goal, he needed the right funds and facilities. That was where all of this had started.
Getting onto the property ladder isn't easy. As it turned out, being a half-foot-tall ball of fur makes it even harder. In the end, Zone had resorted to a computerised bank robbery, cracking into their systems covertly to steal a full $100,000 US. He wasn't proud of doing it - well, he was proud of pulling it off - but it had been a necessary last resort. Most banks wouldn't listen to a hamster asking for a loan to begin with, let alone wait for the part about it being a tenth of a million dollars for the purposes of constructing a secret lair to refuse him. What else could he do? Besides, he'd since paid back the full amount plus interest in anonymous donations, so as far as the hamster was concerned, all was square.
His start-up funds secured, Zone had gone about discretely purchasing all the materials, supplies and tools he would need. Much organising and $94k later, he gathered them at a clandestine location to begin construction of his secret base, and spent the entire day working on it. After fifty more such days, his task was finally complete.
And that, in broad terms, brought him to where he was now: sitting inside a private and secure facility, buried a small distance below the surface at a confidential location. And it brought him to money, and using the one asset the 100g rodent had that could hold its own in a competitive economy otherwise populated by humans: his brain.
"How's it coming?" a friendly voice asked from behind Zone. He looked back, pausing his typing, and waved to the base's sole other occupant.
"Oh y'know, soldiering on" the hamster said with theatrical fatigue, Crysis padding across the room to him. "It's that one I mentioned before, decent pay and not that difficult, but so, damn, dull" he groaned earnestly this time, slumping back from the monitor.
"Aww, sorry it's boring" Crysis drooped in sympathy. "Do you want me to look over it, give you a little break?" he offered encouragingly.
Zone looked up with a grateful smile. "That'd be cool of you, please" he said, scrolling to the start of the file. He budged over for Crysis to sit beside him, their flanks brushing together as the larger rodent started to read. He didn't have Zone's level of experience or raw ability, but he was cleverer than his naive-like innocence might suggest, and was fresh and attentive, which counted for a lot.
Zone was fully prepared to grind through it himself, of course. This was what he did for funds most of the time, freelance programming. It let him use his intelligence, wasn't hampered by his lack of stature compared to humans, and it was easy to find clients and deliver goods without face-to-face meetings. There were some pitfalls to watch out for, but he was smart enough to avoid them. Jobs were inconsistent, and while some were engaging, others were tedious, such as today's, but even then knowing what they went towards made it all worthwhile.
Still, the hamster saw no reason to turn down willing help, so he sat back, stretched and yawned, and thought about something fun for a bit.
Zone loved his lair and was proud of it. It was of his own design as well as creation. The structure was a perfect cube, 10 metres on a side, its artificial shape disguised by the solid rock it was buried in. The outer wall was a half-metre thick shell of solid concrete, enclosing the facility completely, with only a couple of exceptions.
Internally, the base was divided into 2 floors. The upper level was designed on the rodents' scale, and consisted of 9 sections, each one a 3 metre cube, in a 3x3 formation. Viewed as a top-down schematic, the module at 12 o'clock was the living quarters, offering rest and recreational facilities, with a medical bay clockwise-adjacent to it, thankfully underused. At 3 o'clock was a gymnasium tailored to the rodents' physiology and training methods, while the mental exercise room below it held computers programmed with puzzles for training deductive skills, concentration and so on. 6 o'clock was one of the laboratories, dedicated to biology and chemistry, while to the left of it sat the physics lab, which was the field Zone did most of his work in. 9 o'clock held the main stores area, and in the last corner was the workshop module, geared towards production while the labs were for study and analysis. Finally, the central module connected up to the surface through the outer shell, could double as a containment unit, and had 4 automated laser turrets in the corners for security.
That of course just left the lower floor. It could be accessed either from the central module of the upper floor, or via the second opening in the outer wall, on the 6 o'clock facing. 8 more laser turrets kept watch over this access point, which was connected to the surface by a diagonal tunnel. The entire floor was a single chamber, 6 metres tall and 9 along each side, all of it dedicated to housing his baby.
"Done" Crysis said, reaching the end. "I only saw a couple of errors, and I fixed them" he reported. Zone nodded, returning to the present.
"Thanks man. I think I'll have it finished in another hour. You wanna do something together afterwards?" the hamster suggested, sitting up.
"Ooh, please yes!" Crysis beamed, nodding so eagerly Zone laughed. "I can run and get you some lunch in the meanwhile if you like, it's getting about that time" the squirrel offered.
"You just did me one favour, I don't wanna exploit you" Zone pointed out, grinning a bit. Crysis shrugged gently.
"I don't mind. Plus one of us has to get it, and you're way better at this than me" he said, gesturing to the screen. Zone smiled, and gave a nod. Crysis returned both, then scurried on his way. Feeling rejuvenated by the break, Zone flexed his paws, and got back to work.
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Jan 22, 09 at 9:58am ^re: The Chronicles
The Antarctic Incident
Glados entered the white room, it was officially designated the meeting room or board room, the place where all the facility’s big meetings were held. But white room definitely fit better, the room was so bright it almost made his eyes water. White light seemed to pour from every direction, bouncing and reflecting off the cold sterile walls. White room had sticking power, so unofficially it was called the white room.
The decor had a point though; the reflective panels stopped every kind of radar imaginable from sonar to pulse dead cold. The same white light which nearly blinded its occupants made the room impenetrable to infrared, night and electromagnetic sensors. Even the small round chairs emitted a signal which destroyed any recording device’s feed whether visual or sound based. Grey Matter Industries had paid every expense to make sure what was said in this room stayed in this room, no matter how farfetched the way of spying on them was.
The four men and two women who were seated in the chairs bore varying expressions of frustration and annoyance, they had been yanked out here to the Antarctic Base and even their own secretaries did not know where they were. No escort, no security, no advisors, none could be risked, besides such sudden removal from their surroundings and lack of support gave him all the more advantage, and we would need it today.
“Welcome my guests,” Glados greeted doing a mock bow but ruining the effect by being forced to push his falling glasses back up the ridge of his nose. “I trust your trip and quarters were to your satisfaction?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, he was in control here and they knew it.
“What is the meaning of this?” one of the women yelled angrily “I demand we be released at once!” The rest grumbled agreement, the rich and powerful brought to their knees, how delightful.
“Please, please be seated my friends,” Glados cautioned “Do not consider yourselves prisoners here, in fact after you have heard my business proposal you are free to decline and you will be returned to any location you wish at the best speed our private jets can provide. But those who stay will gain much more than a free ride.”
The offer of a business deal and the opportunity to make money quickly quieted them, amazing how powerful a lure as greed was. Today’s adults could so easily be corrupted it was almost sad, but Glados did not get caught down in such inadequacies, instead he revelled in them.
“As you may be aware a large number of strange incidents have been occurring all over the globe,” Glados began entering story mode as he talked. “Whether it is downtown New York or the Amazon strange battles have been occurring, ‘duels’ if you will.” Glados eyed each of his ‘guests’ in turn, they were all interested now, he had them hooked.
“Our agents coming across many of these ‘duels’ encountered a strange radiation in some of their aftermaths, gaining samples of said radiation we investigated it in our world renowned laboratories, we were quickly able to track some of the warriors involved in these battles and after several observations we believe that indeed this anomaly is created by the existence of magic.”
“That is absurd,” The Chinese member accused “Magic? Ha and here I thought you had something to sell us, instead you spin some fairytale, what next alien technology?” His comment was greeted by nods and murmurs of approval from his fellows. Glados did not worry though, as a matter of fact there was alien technology involved but they didn’t need to know about that. These people were cold and logical to a fault, they needed something shoved under their noses to understand it, and he would give it to them.
“Our observers did not just bring back mere energy samples and tall tales, please watch the proof we have gathered and then you may decide for yourself.” Swiftly moving to his chair he leaned back and with a flick of his hand activated the recording.
A two dimensional screen began projecting towards the back wall, the lights dimmed slightly as the video began.
The footage came thick and fast. A shirtless sword equipped warrior dodged a purple lightening bolt hurled at him by a dark robed figure. A column of air propelled a man to the top of the Eiffel tower. A pair of small animals fought a green tangled mess of what appeared to be salad, with a figure hurling balls of energy at the thriving mass. A blindfolded boy fought with a tall blade wielding man, who suddenly turned and sent a frozen icicle at his foe as though summoned from the air. Ghost wolves ran through a dark forest. A black armoured wraith killed soldiers with mini gun and sword alike. And still the footage rolled on. The ‘guests’ were too shocked to do anything but stare with their mouths open, the battles and scenery moved faster and faster, too fast to comprehend. Glados had deliberately designed it this way, to keep them off balance. Finally the clip finished.
Standing up Glados clapped as though he had just witnessed an outstanding play, his grin spreading from ear to ear wickedly, his grey eyes sparkling. “Do you believe me now?” he questioned walking a slow circuit behind each of his ‘guests’ as they remained silent. “I have more if you will, hours upon hours of footage all consisting of these duels. Australia, England, China, Africa, the Caribbean, the Middle East, the US all in no pattern and seemingly random yet always dissolving down to a battle between two of these fighters. From these beings magic flows, it is real and with your aid I will bring this new discovery to the world!”
“What do you want from us?” the African American member of their group said “Why do you need us?”
“Because when we prove this, this will be the biggest discovery since the dawn of mankind, with proof and evidence we can make billions off of this revelation, interviews, movies, news, books, reports, magazines, music, radio, games, technology, schools all this and more will be based on this new phenomenon. Grey Matter Industries will be at the forefront of this venture but despite our size and earnings we don’t have the resources to undertake such a large campaign by ourselves, not on the scale we want, that’s where you come in, or rather your pocket books.”
Six set of eyes narrowed around the table, this was something they understood.
“In return for a five hundred million dollars investment in Grey Matter Industries from each of you I promise you the world. You will bathe in the success of this fantastic discovery and be forever immortalised in the history books. What do you say?” Glados held up his hand as if grasping something very precious, strands of his long grey hair tickling his forehead.
The seated audience blinked, he noticed, they thought he was mad and he giggled inside at the thought, he was not mad just smarter than the rest.
“Say we do agree to this proposition, what concrete proof do you have? Energy readings and some fancy footage isn’t enough for me, both could have been faked. I demand something more substantial.” One of the females voiced.
Glados nearly roared in a fit of laughter at how predictable and dumb these so called successful people were. It was like they were puppets and he was the puppeteer, and now he was to provide the show.
“If it is proof you desire then it is proof you will get, in fact I have planned a little demonstration for us, if you would kindly follow me?”
The small group of men and women followed him down the corridor, the clicking of their boots on the cold metal hallway the only audible sound, they did not talk and he would not have answered anyway. Better to let them stew in their own juices for a while.
They arrived at a door and he held it open for them with a gracious wave. Once they were all in he let the door close itself, after which bolts, locks and seals were activated on the other side, making the room impenetrable to all but an artillery strike, this room was not quite as secure as the White Room but it came close.
Three sides of the room consisted of the same drab metal walls which seemed to dominate this facility, but the fourth was a window or more specifically an observation deck, its dark tinted glass looking down on the spectacle below.
In what appeared to be an aircraft carrier ballooned to gigantic proportions machines of all kinds dominated the area. Mecha simply labelled CORE were equipped with treads, quads, bipedal, reverse jointed and even what appeared to be hover legs. A bulky bipedal robot spouting a rail gun and featuring the slogan REX on its cockpit stood side by with a strangely elegant hoofed machine with a similar title RAY. Mobile suits spouting lasers, guns or even swords were also strewn around the room, as were what appeared to be ordinary tanks and planes, until a jet fighter affectionately labelled Starscream on its right wing folded up and transformed into another bipedal machine, complete with rifle and rocket launcher. In yet another section a group of shiny white suits labelled E.S.W.A.T were assembled. All up there must be fifty machines at least!
Of course not much was being done on any of them, in fact many had not been used in years, but they did make a powerful impression on visitors, which had been Glados’s intention when he had ordered all of them to be carted out into the main hanger. He was not disappointed
“We here at Grey Matter Industries are involved primarily in military contracts and one of our fastest growing branches is our robotics division, our most notable examples you see before you,” He started. “All the superpowers are desperate to gain some tactical advantage over the others and seem willing to pour endless amounts of their money into our bank accounts in return for even the smallest chance at securing the next big weapon. Now if I may draw your attention to our latest and greatest achievement.” He put his fingers between his lips and blew a long shrill whistle. As if by clockwork the men appearing to be working on the machines began walking towards the nearest exits, suddenly with a heavy clunk all the mecha began lowering down into the floor, every one of them positioned on platforms as though in a car showroom. Quickly the room was empty, save one colossal fusion of metal and alloy. A dead black tower surrounded by four smaller but no less impressive pillars serving as legs, if a spider had been transformed into a machine lost four of its legs and increased to a billion times its natural size this would have been it.
“Meet the Macross the very pinnacle in mechanized combat technology.” Glados announced his voice welling with pride. “This quadruped has one meter of titanium armour covering it from head to toe and weighs 50 tons. It’s underneath mesh and electrical systems are as sophisticated as our muscle system and allow for huge flexibility and agility without sacrificing power. It can move at a speed of almost 40kms an hour and its torso and limbs are all independent, coordinating together this allows for the mech to track and manoeuvre at a rate unseen in other models today. Its legs allow it to traverse almost any terrain and can just as easily be used as weapons; speaking of weapons two of the four arms attached to the torso are equipped with 50 mm chain guns, capable of firing over a thousand rounds per minute between them. Of the other two one is equipped with a compact yet powerful laser capable of short bursts of fire, while the other has a missile launcher with a multiple lock on targeting system.” He stopped there almost panting for breath at the long explanation. Taking a gulp of air he continued “Using long magnetic manipulators this machine can handle the most delicate items with utmost precision, these tentacles can also be used to capture and detain targets of opportunity and store it within its hull. A grand total of 52 cameras operate as its ‘eyes’ from various points on its body, this allows its specially designed AI to use the Macross to its full potential. Any questions?”
“And what does this have to do with your precious discovery?” A short compact man asked with scepticism “You promised us evidence not a weapon.”
But Glados simply smiled, he licked his lips slowly savouring the ignorance and stupidity. “Because this machine is going to get us our evidence!” he announced triumphantly.
The six backers stared at him in shock.
“With the samples we have of the radiation emitted by magic we have been able to reproduce it, through unknown means we believe these beings are able to sense it and this is how they are drawn to one another, we hope to accomplish a similar feat here by attracting specimens to this location where they can be subdued and carefully contained, and voila our proof.” he said pushing up his once again slipping shades.
The outburst was everything he expected
“I want out of here now!” one demanded practically screaming, several others started yelling so loud he could barely distinguish the words, he heard mad, insane, you’ll kill us all, what were you thinking, I want to call my lawyer, yada yada yada. He yawned as they yammered at him, waiting for them to quiet enough for him to get them back under his control, but as the minutes wore on and they only seemed to increase their volume he decided to shut them up forcefully.
Pulling back his hand he smacked the nearest suit with the back of hand, pretty hard to, the expression on his face was almost as rewarding as the silence which followed.
Glados seethed at the group as they stared at him eyes filled with fear, he had not wanted it to come to this but time was not on their side, not if they wanted to appreciate all the trouble he was going to make this a memorable event, why didn’t they understand?
“I assure you none of you are in danger, apart from the Macross itself hundreds of security detail are on hand if the situation gets out of control, this room is well protected and from the deck completely invisible” “And,” he added “an escape route is prepared if worse comes to worse, consider this a taster of what’s to come in this new age.” he spoke glaring each one of them in the eye, they were calmer now, in control or least they wanted to be.
“When will it arrive?” the Chinese one questioned
“The first one will be on site in five minutes if they continue their current course.” Glados commented offhandedly keying his PDA for details, approaching from the south…perfect.
“There’s more than one?” He exclaimed loudly, Glados simply stared at him as if he were stupid to have not caught on yet, though he would have been surprised if he had, few could keep up with his train of thought.
“Yes three in fact, but I assure you we have planned for multiple contacts, Macross is perfectly capable of handling all three at once if necessary and knowing them they’ll be just as likely to fight each other as us.” Pointing to a set of chairs which had seemingly popped out of nowhere (Glados knew where but he wasn’t going to tell) “If you will please be seated the show is about to begin,” he announced waving his hand grandly and then added as if it were the most normal thing in the world “Oh and pass the popcorn.”
Nae’blis uncoiled from the dark depths like a black serpent, his skin tight insulation suit showing off his smooth figure. Water streamed off of him as he pulled himself onto the ice and wind whipped at his face as he removed the mask. A tiring trip but overall a pleasant one, despite the barbaric nature of this time it had some amazing natural wonders, the Antarctic had not been a tenth of the size nor the scale back in his time.
“You do realise that this war you plan to wage will likely destroy the Antarctic?” Garm commented. Nae’blis couldn’t help but look over his shoulder as he heard the voice speak inside his head, naturally there was no one there but his mind said otherwise, whenever Garm talked he had the feeling of someone looking over his shoulder.
“It will be destroyed faster if I don’t!” Nae’blis retaliated “This world’s technology poisons the planet with every use, what little destruction caused in my campaign will be a small price to pay for the assurance of an actual future.” Garm stayed silent at this. When they had at first become one Nae’blis had gradually come to dominate Garm if not outright control him, however over time Garm had begun to claw back power until they now almost stood neck and neck. Nae’blis was still unsure on why he could not completely discard Garm’s soul, over his control of hundreds of vessel’s never had one resisted for more than a month and even then it had been a one sided affair.
Shedding his suit he exposed his bare body to the full brunt of the elements, it was a fair day as far as weather went here but that made little difference. Pulling out his waterproof bag he unrolled it revealing his standard combat gear, rows of knives along with sword and baton sitting neatly beside his fresh clothes. Moving quickly he donned the leather, vest, pants and overcoat along with his holders and their respective weapons.
Finally he was finished. He chucked the bag into the ocean along with what remained of his suit. Turning and surveying the vast plain of white crisp ice he considered his next action.
He had been drawn here, an irresistible urge that had pulled him thousands of miles and continents away, he had never been one to deny fate and what else but that could have drawn him so powerfully? He had mediated on the matter and had decided to follow it, faith was as important as facts.
The feeling seemed to originate from the north, donning a pair of goggles so as to avoid the glare he begun moving in the rough direction from which the sense originated. Garm once again decided to voice his opinion.
“I do not like walking into the unknown with so little guidance, it could be a trap.” Garm observed his voice calm. Nae’blis sighed “Scared are we?” he challenged nearly slipping on a glacier because of the distraction. “If you are not cautious then you’re a fool.” Garm stated defiantly and then his presence vanished. Like the icy winds.
Sighting what appeared to be structures over a hill he marched toward them.
Malali made her way across the frozen landscape muttering. She did not like being out here all exposed; in this tundra there truly was no place to hide, definitely not good when expecting trouble, it was frustrating to say the least.
“The cold bites us.” Firinar complained from his spot on her belt, she ignored him. It was not like he was made of flesh or blood like her, she should be the one complaining here.
“Yesss it will make us russt.” Firine added in her position next to her brother. Malali would have pointed out they couldn’t rust since they were enchanted but decided not to bother. As soon as she corrected them they would move onto something else, besides it was kind of soothing, a sense of normality in the middle of the unusual.
She had been drawn here under the guidance of the two demon assassins who had said they had felt a magical aura centred on this location. The sheer enormity of the magic they had described had made her suspect it was The Deathknight, her foe she knew was on this planet. Bound by her sworn duty as a Tyrnealylthian she had set out in the hopes to stop him before any more died at his hands. If only it wasn’t so white!
Smiling as the demons began to complain again, this time about the wind; she began making her way to a cluster of grey buildings, the only signs of civilisation for hundreds of miles.
The snow and ice melted instantly as the Executioner landed upon the continent. His rocket boosters which allowed him to gain such flight capabilities torching away the water made solid in a burst of plasma. Superheated steam flowed around him as the last of the flames were extinguished. His red eye opened from its tortured slumber and surveyed the surroundings. Kaufmann seeing no threat to him rose from his crouching position and began moving towards the target, the facility which meant to undo him.
Kaufmann had been aware of the secret facility for some time, but due to more pressing concerns regarding the enemy had never taken action against it. That had changed though; the huge source of magical energy his instruments had detected stemmed from this exact spot, there was only logical explanation which his addled mind could determine on where such power came from. They were opening a portal to hell!
Combined with the robotic and mech research going on there it was obvious what they were planning. They had seen and learned of his impressive might. They meant to follow his research where he left off, to create a mechanized soldier gifted with the blackest of rites. To make something which could not only match him but beat him, and to be used as a driving point to bring Germany to its knees.
To the Daemon there was only one solution, to raze the place to the ground and slaughter all those within. He would kill his would be replacement before it was complete and destroy those who had dared undertake such a project. None would survive the massacre he had taken such glee in devising.
Spotting the perimeter of the compound he readied his rifle. He was on the warpath now.
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Jan 22, 09 at 10:07am ^re: The Chronicles
Typing at the speed of light Glados monitored camera feeds, sensor diagnostics, scout reports and more on his PDA. If the information was correct the first target should be entering through the main hanger entrance right about…now.
Right on cue a figure emerged from the gradually worsening snowstorm outside. Glados leaned forward surveying the target. It was humanoid much to his disappointment, clad in brown leather clothing there was nothing particularly special about him, until he noticed the gloves. Hitting a command on his PDA Glados looked through the eyes of one of the aft cameras. Zooming in he examined them in close detail. They were made of some black metal the likes he had never seen before. He also carried a sword, how quaint.
Glados turned to see the reactions of his audience at the first challenger’s entrance. He was largely disappointed when they were all glaring at the man like a he was some kind of bringer of doom. Sighing Glados returned to his PDA.
Luckily he did too or he would have missed the rocket which burst from the blizzard outside and hurtled toward the brown clad warrior.
Glados’s face lit up in glee as the subject did an impressive leap and nimbly dodged the approaching explosive. It impacted harmlessly against the metal floor but Glados cared nothing for that. His eyes were glued to the emerging monster. An abomination of demon and machine it towered over the rising man. Glados made double sure that the entire camera system was recording and programmed them to send backups to his personal computer. Now this was more like it!
The man did not appear overly fazed from the attack. His sword flew to his hand as he waited for the moment to strike. Acting in kind two arms appeared from the monstrosity’s back. The metal demon bellowed as two chainsaws attached to them roared into usage. It took a step, then another, its slow lumbering gait bringing it ever closer to its prey, when out of no where an arrow with a resounding ‘thunk’ bit into its torso. The creature stared at it in confusion, the arrowhead was glowing?
Then with a smash the arrow detonated and the beast screamed in pain. Glados quickly turned the camera to examine the new challenger. It was female, or at least looked like one. Her skin was a deep purple and her hair a dark blue. Zooming in Glados also saw she had pointed ears, had he discovered a new race as well as magic? Glados could barely believe his luck.
The figure rushed from the cold and stood in front of the brown clothed figure sword drawn, apparently with the intention of protecting him. But this proved a mistake, the human angrily striking her with the back of his gauntleted hand. She turned on him long sword held before her. The demon recovering from the blow extended its blades. The human faced his sword towards him. They stood in a triangle, each pointing their weapons toward the other.
Glados leaned back. He saw no reason to activate Macross just yet. Let them wear each other out.
Nae’blis showed his distaste for his opponent with a spit at her feet. She believed he needed protecting? She would be the one needing help before long.
Angling his sword away from the colossal monster he charged at the elf, two quick steps and then he was in the air hurtling down on his opponent from above. His sword behind head the blade rushed to meet hers. They connected, her green shaded long sword blocking the attack. His face turned into a snarl, teeth bared at the attack’s failure.
But before they could trade any more blows the third combatant entered the fray. The Executioner angered at being treated so lightly hurtled toward the elf and human. Knocking the woman aside and attacking Nae’blis in midair. But Nae’blis defended himself even as the first of the machine’s metal chainsaws struck, so strong and rapid were the blows that his feet didn’t even touch the ground, the strikes continuing his momentum and giving the appearance of him being juggled.
Spark’s flew as one of the terrifying saws came into contact with his blade. Kicking off of his foes torso Nae’blis was free from the endless attacks after a full back flip. Turning around he only managed to site a blur of purple and green before the night elf woman was upon him. Her blade struck his and he pushed her into a stalemate. Their eyes locked as they struggled against one another.
Nae’blis heard a rifle cocking and without hesitation broke the lock and dived. No sooner had he done so than bullets filled the space he had occupied just seconds before.
Pulling himself once again to his feet Nae’blis turned to see the monster pelting Malali with bullets. It was having little success however, born and trained in agility and speed the few bullets which managed to touch the female were stopped by her light yet tough armour. Meanwhile the abyss spawned demon’s back was exposed to him.
Gripping his sword Nae’blis quietly made his way to the Executioner’s warped rear. Using his unnatural agility he propelled himself onto the beasts shoulder.
Malali tried to regain her breath in the brief interlude between the monsters changing clips. She wasn’t sure if she had it in her to avoid the next barrage, she had already taken several hits and sooner or later one was going to get through. Even in such a short time as her tour of earth she had learned more about guns than most humans, and rule number one was not to get. Rule number two was to get the gun out of their hands, two problems the people of this time had still not found definite solutions for.
Hearing the readying of the rifle she prepared to run, but the bullets never came, instead a low growl issued from the direction of the attacker. Turning towards it she saw Nae’blis struggling with the Executioner. He was perched on the hybrid of demon and machine’s shoulders, his blade cutting into the flesh around the thing’s neck. She stood there in shock, the man was actually winning, the Executioner unable to successfully dislodge his attacker. But as the monsters attacks grew weaker her doubts grew stronger. Logically she should wait until the human was done, then finish him off. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, even for a monster like this.
“Do you see the man?” She whispered to the Firins, eyeing the struggling fighter.
“Yes, just because we have no eyes doesn’t mean we are blind.” Firinar exclaimed annoyed, his sibling making a similar remark.
“Then go get him!” And leaning back she hurled the Kama.
The twin linked blades whizzed toward their target with startling accuracy. The man so engrossed in the task of snuffing the life out of the creature that he didn’t even see it coming. The chain struck him and working in unison Firinar and Firine circled around him, tying him up and pinning his arms to his side. He dropped his sword as they completed the last few circuits.
The monster capitalised on its now disarmed enemy. Gripping the assassin’s leg with its tentacle it hurled him against the hard hanger wall. With a crack he slumped to the floor motionless, still bound by the Kama.
The Executioner held no gratitude for its rescuer. Without hesitation it raised its rifle, the computer in its head already calculating the attack.
Malali sighed; she was getting tired of this.
The Executioner fired.
But she was already moving, first to the left and then straight at him, it was now all a matter of if she could keep out of the rifle’s trajectory until she reached her attacker. She bent low as she ran, urging her legs to go faster.
She would have made it too, had she known about the cannon.
While focusing on avoiding the streams of machine gun fire being sent her way she had not payed attention to her foes other weapons. More specifically the magnetic accelerator cannon attached to the executioner’s back, now bathed in electricity.
She saw it, and dropped skidding on the slippery surface. The cannon adjusted its aim, it fired, ripping into the ground before her; she rolled aiming desperately to avoid the line of fire being propelled into the ground. An intake of breath and then with a sigh she passed it, now directly under the metal behemoth she was safe from the fearsome weapon
Her relief was short lived, growling the machine placed its massive demon hoof on her chest. Aiming it’s built in assault rifle at her head, halberd pressed against her neck.
The Executioner revelled in triumph, first the girl, then the man, and then the slaughter of the experiment and its creators. Computer text scrolled across his vision and the daemon inside of him laughed maniacally as he pressed his weapon to the slender girl’s neck. He would slit her throat like the traitor she was, defying the thousand year Reich that he would create for his Fuehrer.
“Your life is at an end!” the Executioner’s voice boomed as it lurched backward, preparing for the fatal swipe which would cut off her head.
But he was interrupted.
The human he had disposed of earlier had re-entered the fray, the very same two attached blades which had bound the man now being latched around his mechanical leg. And with a surge of strength not possible in an ordinary adversary the human wrenched at the chain, sending the Executioner toppling to the ground.
With a roar the Executioner pushed himself to his feet. The Daemon inside him howled as he readied his next assault. No more losing focus, he would destroy both of them in one fell swoop.
One of his back arms opened and revealed his high powered drill. He had no intent on using the weapon in close combat though, not with his opponent’s swords ready and waiting. No he was going to enjoy listening to their screams as he heated them to one thousand degrees Celsius.
The flamethrower flickered to life and with a guttural scream the flame burst towards them.
To them it must have looked like a vision of the Abyss itself, a sheer wall of flame hurtling towards them. Neither hesitated in running for their lives, the danger of being roasted alive temporarily forestalling any quarrel between the two.
Eventually they got smart enough to spilt up as he continued to chase them and he was forced to choose which one of these little bugs he was going to squash. After his robotic brain processed the thought for all of ten milliseconds he decided on the warrior, he had been far the most annoying.
He had him almost cornered him when behind him Macross activated.
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Jan 22, 09 at 10:11am ^re: The Chronicles
Glados giggled like a school girl as the woman and man crossed blades. He clapped and laughed as the elf was saved at the last minute by the warrior she had attempted to incapacitate. And he booed as the demon brought out its flamethrower. This really was just too much fun.
The others were giving him strange looks from their seats behind him but he didn’t care. They should just relax and enjoy themselves, this was better than every Hollywood film action scene put together.
But things were starting to get boring. With his highly developed mind he was already starting to predict what each fighter would do before they even did it, and getting closer with each guess. And with the monster starting to corner the swordsmen Glados decided to unleash his masterpiece. Whistling the first six notes of “Take me out to the Ball Game” into his PDA he was rewarded with the sound of servo’s groaning as Macross lifted itself off of the ground.
Nae’blis’s overcoat was getting almost unbearably hot as he raced away from the stream of gas fuelled fire. In fact he was finding it very hard to stay more than a step ahead of being fried. He was pinned against the wall and almost finished when abruptly the demon was swatted into the air.
Opening his clenched shut eyes he was astonished to find the fire gone and the Executioner picking itself up from the ground. And then a thunderous crash brought his gaze to the monolith making its way towards them.
If the Executioner was big this thing was huge, so tall it almost touched the ceiling, near thirty meters high. The two of its arms containing the massive machine guns swivelled and then with a whir opened fire.
The three scattered.
Nae’blis unlike the others ran towards it. If this machine had any disadvantage it would be its sheer size, it was unlikely that this thing would pose any serious threat up close. He headed towards the titan sized mech without too much trouble, its attention apparently being devoted to the other two.
Walking up to its front left leg he plunged his sword into it, the steel penetrating nearly to the hilt. He grinned in satisfaction as sparks flew from the wound when he pulled the blade free.
Nearby an eye like camera turned towards him.
Realizing his folly Nae’blis swore. The gigantic leg lifted itself free from the ground and hurtled towards the surface he was currently occupying. He leaped only just barely making it out from the under the black obsidian claw. He turned to move only to discover the tail of his overcoat was trapped. Moving quickly he slipped off the leather piece of clothing, leaving him with just his vest.
The eye refocused on him. And with a crack a dozen feelers sprung from the head of the spider. The black cables twisting and turning their way towards him. Dropping into a combat stance he prepared himself mentally for the dance of battle.
The first tentacle was sundered before it even got near him. His blade slicing through the metal like it was made of jelly, liquid and electricity pouring from the wound. But there was barely time to savour the thought; already two more were coming straight at him. He plunged his sword into the first splitting it up the end and causing the now two slivers of metal to flail around wildly as he ducked to dodge the second. He leaped over half a dozen more attacking in unison, cutting yet another in the pass.
But the tentacles kept on coming, snakes encircling their prey before devouring it. He sidestepped as one attempted to bash him across the head, only for another to grab him by the foot. He kicked the appendage and managed to dislodge it only for another two to attack both legs simultaneously. He had only a chance to head butt another one going around his neck before he was pulled bodily into the air, gripped in at least three different places.
The long squid like probes held him before the colossal things head, four big mechanical eyes twirling and rotating in their sockets. It’s four weapon equipped arms silenced as he was carried before them. His sword arm was held tight and he would be able to do little if it came to a fight, if he could get the sword to his other arm however…
His thoughts were silenced by the electronic and female sounding voice which boomed from speakers attached to the things head. No emotion or tone at all, just an AI running through protocols.
“Specimen subject 03,” the voice announced “You are to be contained in the storage compartment of this unit until further notice, will you comply?
Nae’blis stared in disbelief, specimen? Was this some kind of experiment? The machine was obviously giving him a choice, go quietly or fight it out. He didn’t have to think long about the answer.
With a flick of his wrist his blade was now in his left and temporarily unrestrained arm and he hurled it straight at one of the four twitching eyes. The blade bathed in electricity as it struck.
“Take that as your answer!” he snarled and taking advantage of the AI’s distraction pulled two knives from his bandoleers and quickly set to work on his binders. In seconds the cables were in shreds and he landed on one of the mech’s spider like limbs, the things long bulky head swivelling to face him.
Malali was being put to the test in her skills of being an assassin. Never before had she seen such a mighty creation, it looked like an Auvreaeplith spider from back home, only it was metallic. It was about ten times the size of the biggest she had even seen too what kind of a mess had she gotten herself into?
Despite the three splitting up it had no problem attacking all of them. The ungrateful human was busy fending off some kind of whip like appendages producing from the things body and the demon from the sounds of it was using a hail of machine gun fire from its shoulders. A tactic Malali would have used herself if she could; it suddenly seemed like a very good idea to have one of these weapons.
Going under and then behind the machine had seemed like a good idea at the time. Of course what she had not realized was that the arms which served as the spider’s main arsenal could about turn and fire in the direction opposite the machine was facing, effectively trapping her with no available exits. Doing a back flip to avoid a hailstorm of chain gun rounds sent her way she decided that she’d had enough of running, time to go on the offensive.
Pulling out a fistful of sharp arrows and her longbow she set to work.
She strafed from left to right, loosing arrows as she ran. The blows were, to the untrained eye, random and seemed to inflict very little damage. The small shafts sticking out from various parts of the mech’s body, not seeming to cause it any real inconvenience or harm
Having expended the handful of shafts she had pulled from her case on her back she ducked under yet another bout of shots from the thing’s cannons and then putting away her bow ran straight for the spider’s right leg, pulling the Firins free as she did so.
The machine saw it coming and lifted its mighty clawed foot to crush her, she nimbly dodged the thunderous blow and then whispering her plans to the demon weapons hurtled one of the two blades at the leg, the chain stretching to accommodate the throw.
Firinar (to anyone who could tell the difference) located his target and fastened himself to one of the many arrows producing from the heavy armour and then waited.
Using the chain like a rope Malali began clambering up robot’s giant leg, the chain shrinking as she closed the gap. Reaching the arrow she grabbed Firinar and this time using his sister Firine latched onto the next arrow, again climbing up the thing’s girth. Using this tactic she ascended higher and higher, getting ever closer to her target; the head.
The AI was not clueless to her endeavour. Dozens of the tentacles curved down the things base, attempting to dislodge her from her post. But she met them with equal fervour, cutting swathes through them with her long sword, not even pausing in her climb.
Eventually she reached the last arrow and with a grunt leaped onto the top of the monster’s tremendous head.
Placing the Firins back in their place on her belt she gripped her sword and with a roar plunged it deep in the thing’s body. But despite a flash of sparks and groan emitting from the speakers nothing changed. No explosion, no collapse, no flailing of limbs. Gritting her teeth she tried again and again but without any result. The beast must have a hide as thick as she was tall.
Absorbed in her struggle she had not noticed the gathering of sleek appendages around her. Scores of the long cables assembling to accomplish what the few before had not.
A whip like crack was all the warning she got as the arms delved into the fray. Ripping her sword free she swung in wide arcs dismembering half the things before they even reached her. But the rest continued on pointing like arrows towards her heart. Drawing upon her limited power over the Kethaera magic she leaped into the air, her legs propelled by the wind she had summoned. Falling towards the ground she saw that her path would take her straight past one of the mech’s two chain gun mounted arms.
Stretching out her own arm, her blade sliced cleanly through the barrel.
The Executioner was alarmed when the massive quadruped machine came to life. Never had he suspected the Americans would be able to build something so complex so quickly. Had he truly been outdone? That thought quickly turned to anger from the Daemon. How dare they seek to replace him, he would flay this machine and strangle its creators.
Preparing his machine guns he opened fire on what he presumed was the brain of the tower sized machine. Inside his mind he was calculating the dozens of ways in which he could combat a foe many times his size. His enemies though were showing no such hesitation, both the male and female attempting to attack his robot’s head. They were not entirely failing either, the elf like creature managing to destroy the left arm turret.
Deciding that he had better capitalize on the unwitting distraction the elf had caused the twisted mind of Erik Kaufmann finally decided on a plan of attack, and moving his mismatched legs he stumbled forward.
Occupied with the attacks by the two organics he went in nearly unchallenged, a few cursory tentacles being the only real resistance he received. A giant foot lifted and with the creaking of many servo’s tried a swipe at him. But the blow was misjudged and a quick sidestep allowed him to avoid it and now he was directly underneath the leviathan of iron and steel.
His body whirred as all his weapons opened up at once. Dual heavy machine guns, his assault rifle, his flamethrower, his magnetic accelerator cannon. All opened up in one massive wave of lead, fire and energy.
The machine shuddered as his attack took its toll, and all three parts of his brain cackled in mirth. The Americans thought to replace him with this? Let him show them the error of their ways.
Smouldering metal was falling from the armour in droves, electricity and gases heating the air until it shimmered. Quickly moving the Executioner rushed out from the inferno he had created, his weapons slinking back into his mechanical body.
The machine shuddered, its body swaying from side to side. Backing off Erik and the Daemon both admired their handy work. Only Erik was running calculations in his head on whether the thing truly would fall over, while the Daemon was merely enjoying the carnage.
Macross wavered, pitched and then suddenly pulled itself upright. Its eyes all focused on the cause of its destruction. A massive foot lifted itself from the cold ground, molten steel still dripping from its wounds. The leg came thundering down on the Executioner. Ten tons of metal with enough force to bust open a tank. Realistically nothing should have come out of such a blow with anything less than shattered bones.
Except this time.
Arms both machine and demon crossed the abomination fought against the crushing force being brought down on him with all his strength. It was a battle of wills now, the two entities driven by machine like ruthlessness.
And the Macross was winning. Despite straining every servo and gear in his body to the limit, despite firing his boosters until they were at their maximum output he...was being pushed back, the claw driving him ever further into the ground. His red eye blinked in rage as the computer part of his brain searched for alternative sources of strength and came up wanting. The difference in strength was miniscule but it was enough.
Suddenly the burden shifted slightly. Looking to his right he saw the male human, his gauntleted arms pushing against the bulk pressing down on them. The Executioners rotatable machine guns targeted the human but in the dark recesses of his mind an old saying came to him. “An enemy of my enemy is my friend.” The Daemon certainly wanted no friends but on the other hand destroying the man would likely lead to his own destruction. Let him try.
But it was still not enough. Despite the aid the leg continued to advance on the two fighters. Intent on quelling two targets at once. Then suddenly the female elf was there, pressing her shoulder against it. The foot slowed and then finally stopped, strained to the limit by the combined force of the three fighters. And then with agonizingly slow speed the leg started to be pushed back.
Snarling in rage the Executioner began pressing it to the right, intent on finishing this here and now. The other two seeing his intent followed suit. The machine began to teeter as the leg began bending at an angle it was not designed to reach. With only three legs now supporting it began to grow unbalanced and in a hiss of steam toppled sideways. Smashing into the hanger wall and tearing through it with barely a pause, exposing the room to the cold harsh blizzard outside.
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Jan 22, 09 at 10:24am ^re: The Chronicles
Glados stood up from his chair in open shock. His beauty lay on its side, still struggling to regain its legs. The other members of his party were less emotive but all shared grim faces. He didn’t need to read their minds to know what they were thinking. “What if these things can’t be beaten? What if they break loose and come after us?” He snarled in contempt at his versions of their minds. This was not over yet.
Grinning as much as his cheek muscles could allow he brought the PDA to his mouth. “Cortana” he whispered referring to the Macross’s AI’s official name. Receiving a reply from the AI he quickly gave it a new set of instructions. “Cortana I want things to be stepped up a bit, use all necessary force...lethal if it has to be to obtain those specimens. I no longer care if they’re alive or not, I’ll settle for their corpses. Oh and the infrastructure of the rest of this base beside this room has been lowered to priority Beta. Do whatever is necessary.” Once again receiving a confirmation he put the PDA back on his pocket.
“Just a little glitch in the system,” he said to the stares of the investors giving a little wave as he talked. “Nothing to be worried about I have isolated the problem and Macross is fine now.” Hearing this the six investors relaxed a little, but only a little, he could see the tenseness in their muscles. They would not relax until this whole ordeal was over, truth be told this had been a little trying on himself as well. Those monsters…no those freaks had dared to hurt his baby, his creation.
He sat back in his chair, but he did not relax just like the six members of his contract behind him. He tapped his side nervously, and his left eye just had the slightest twitch.
Nae’blis laughed, but one which held no joy or happiness. It was shrill mocking laughter, full or mirth and ridicule, the kind which he summoned upon the downing of a great enemy, the bringing of the powerful to their knees. Both the monster and the elf eyed him warily and remembering these two had tried to kill him just minutes before drew a pair of knives and took a step back hurriedly. Today’s ally could be tomorrow’s enemy.
The two raised their weapons in anticipation and had things continued as they were a bloodbath would have ensued. However Macross, manipulated by its AI Cortana decided at this moment to surge to its feet, its weapon systems already preparing to fire. Deciding he had bigger problems and it was probably in his best interests to keep these two alive at least for the time being he took charge.
“Scatter!” He shouted and following his own advice pelted away from other two. The others were a second slower but followed his advice, just as a cloud of missiles erupted from the machine. The dozen fat payloads of explosives propelling themselves towards the spot the trio had occupied just seconds before.
The rockets curved as they tried to adjust their trajectory to track the targets but came up wanting. They skidded along the grey floor and blew up uselessly in all directions. The machine stood their silently as it plotted its next action.
Nae’blis had never been one to allow his opponents time to think. Gripping his dual blades tightly he ran straight at the humungous robot, his battle cry issuing from his throat as he charged.
The girl was a step behind him, and the machine made demon a step behind her. Buying for time the Macross stepped through huge cracks its outer shell had created in the room’s wall, backing away from the charging force.
The cold bit deep into his exposed shoulders as Nae’blis ran into the open. His roving eyes took the entire surrounding environment in a flash. Two large buildings of some kind seemed to be either side of them, forming a linear but large path. Already the spider mech was a hundred meters away, and getting further with each long stride backwards. Sighting them its machine gun again moved into action, the barrel already zeroing in on them.
The three dashed forward. The gun swivelled back and forth unleashing sweeping arcs of cold cruel ammunition. Nae’blis lost track of the other two, it didn’t matter to him a bit whether they lived or died. To him they were just meat shields, something to distract the monster while he went to work. Now it was a race.
The bleached white ground erupted in puffs of snow as the machine gun fired wildly, attempting to track them all. Nae’blis ducked, weaved, slid and performed every other trick he knew to avoid the wall of fire. A swarm of rockets joined the dance, erupting from their launcher and speeding towards them. Not even pausing Nae’blis threw his two knives at a pair of the missiles steering towards him, causing them to erupt in a pair of small but spectacular explosions. Beside him the sound of gunfire and arrows being loosed spoke of a similar tactic with the other two.
Finally the machine ran out of space to backpedal, the passage being blocked by a third structure. It had a choice now; a gap was present to either side of the third structure which would accommodate the robot’s bulk, forming a T intersection. With a hiss from its joints it sidestepped behind the building to the left.
Seeing a door into the building the Macross had just moved behind Nae’blis sprinted for it. Entering into what appeared to be some kind of production line he dodged through the various bits of machinery and robotics and spotting another exit leading out in the direction he wanted to go, ran for it. He was once again blasted by the wind as he stepped through but ignored it. He was in the perfect position now. The giant spider was still backing up, and hidden in the doorway none of the thing’s many eyes had spotted him, at least it did not try to attack him.
The same could not be said for the other two, in Macross’s wake missiles and bullets pelted the air. The AI inside wasn’t taking any chances; before it had attacked carefully, and by the machines own admission wanted them captured alive. Apparently such rules no longer applied. That machine was using enough firepower to singlehandedly tear down a city, which may still happen judging by the damage being inflicted on both buildings left and right.
Waiting patiently he prepared himself mentally for his plan. This machine had something of his he wanted back. He would enjoy doing so by force. Finally the first of the leviathan’s legs treaded just outside his hiding place, silently he leaped on. Stealth was the key here, not brawn.
Spotting one of the many rotating eyes present above his head he stabbed it with a dagger. It hadn’t seen him, but no reason to take chances. Gritting his teeth he cut one of his knives into the machine’s metal flesh, finding purchase he repeated the action with the second knife, and then again with the first. Climbing silently up similarly to how the elf had done so before. He stuck to the outer side of the leg, moving like a human spider.
The lumbering giant continued on its path, unaware of the insect making its way to its brain, ready to perform the fatal sting. He carefully avoided the vision of each of Macross’s eyes. It wasn’t hard anyway, most of the remaining ones fixed firmly on the two attacking it from the front, which suited Nae’blis just fine.
He was on the robot’s knee now, the leg creaking as it moved. There was no way he could avoid its sight now, he charged along the thigh which led to his goal. His sword, still wedged in one of its two central eyes.
One of the orbs turned to face him. Like clockwork tentacles emerged from its torso and sped towards him. But before they were even halfway towards him they were enveloped in a lance of fire. The Executioner’s magnetic accelerator cannon killing or wounding most of the manipulators. Slipping past those still remaining Nae’blis pulled his sword free from the eye which had been its target. He slashed at the remaining trio, effectively blinding the robot at the front.
The pounding of the guns at the front grew silent.
Malali was pleased but not terribly surprised when the man managed to reach the spider’s head and wound its eyes. She had to admit he had his fair share of skill, now if only he would work on his attitude. The artillery which had been firing around the clock to keep them back had turned quiet in the loss of its vision. Now it was vulnerable.
She leapt from her cover and pelted towards it. The robot was already turning its head, attempting to use the other eyes positioned on its back and sides. Nae’blis had his sword wedged into the gap separating head from legs, trying to halt its movement. Perhaps that was why it was going so slowly. The limited time frame only made her hurry faster, this thing was going down.
One of the foremost eyes on its legs must have caught a glimpse of her, for seconds later the remaining turret opened fire. Drawing upon her mental reserves Malali summoned the Zaezara magic. She leapt onto the wall, her legs pushing as hard as they would go, using the lightning magic to lessen her force upon the wall. Tearing up the flat surface at a startling pace she kicked off the cold cement, cutting through the air with elven agility.
Landing centre of now mostly destroyed building, finally managing to turn around. With its blind spot now facing to the rear it was again attempting to shoot them until they resembled confetti. Though not very successfully, the surrounding cement limiting its range of motion and giving plenty of cover to its targets.
On the side of its long block head she scrabbled on the surface for a handhold. Finding one she scanned the machine for its rotatable section. She’d like to see it turn with two blades sticking into it.
Distracted by her search below, she didn’t notice the machine’s new direction before it was too late.
In an effort to destroy those clinging to its side the Macross had taken into its mind to ram itself into the wall of the nearest building. Any damage done to itself and the building would be an acceptable sacrifice to eliminate two of its attackers. So without hesitation the mech drove itself into the building.
Malali was slammed against the wall and lost her grip on the side of the thing’s head. She fell silently, too shocked to do anything but give her self to the wind. The only reason for her survival the huge drift of snow she fell into. The AI marched on unconcerned with her presence. The other specimen had gotten more warning, and had fared better.
Grumbling she pulled herself to her feet. This was no longer merely a battle for survival; this was a battle for her honour. That spider had just made this personal.
It was in the now mostly destroyed building the machine gun was trading fire with the Executioner, and the laser was similarly trying to fry the human who had leaped to the roof. So that just left the rocket launcher, suddenly inspired she took the Firins from their holster.
Sure enough the launcher pointed at her, like an arrow waiting to be loosed. In seconds the computer had locked on and loosed its deadly payload. Six short nosed warheads tore through the sky towards their target, exhaust venting from their tails.
She noted that one of the missiles was behind the rest of the group, just what she was looking for. She didn’t know much about bombs beyond they made a good bang, but little was required to use them, though a little more to redirect one in midair, just some night elf agility and woman’s luck, both things she happened to have.
They came upon her. Tensing her legs she leaped, the first two were two low and were unable to adjust their angle to follow her and went streaming past. The third was higher and nearly collided with her in the middle of her jump. She lashed out with a booted foot, smacking it down into the floor were it exploded. Two more came from the left and right as she landed and spinning the twin scythe like Firins she sliced clean through both before they even touched her.
That left one, the same one which for some reason or another was separate from the rest of the pack. She had noted it earlier. It was meant to destroy her, but today it would be used for a little bit of revenge.
Malali began spinning the chain above her, faster and faster. Not daring to waste another second she hurled them with all her strength. Sending them spinning up and towards the final explosive missile.
The chains struck the rocket and defying gravity they curled around it. The force of the throw disrupted the missiles trajectory and twisting in midair back towards her attacker...Macross.
There was no way it would miss, the mech dominated its vision, and in fact it would have been hard pressed to avoid the fusion of pitch black metal. The AI inside was not clueless, but with all weapons occupied and with no way to dodge the attack it had little choice but to take the damage and prepare for the worst.
The metal casing brushed against the metal torso and then detonated in a brilliant array of sound of colour. The Firins which had released their hold on the weapon seconds earlier cackled in delight as they whirred back to their master. The spider lurching from the toll which had being extracted on it.
The mini scythes fell into Malali’s hands, the chain back to its original size. This was just the beginning; she would not rest until this weird robot was annihilated.
The Executioner with a crack released its chain blades. The serrated edges cut deeply into the now immobile foot supporting the monolith. Nuclear energy glowed as at last he penetrated the thick layer of armour protecting the inner workings of the beast. A meter thick, impressive, enough to protect it from anything he could throw at it. Still there were ways around that.
His analysis was cut short as the machine straightened itself and realised his little dissection. Its machine gun unable to bend far enough to get off a proper shot the tentacles emerged. But his blades sliced through those easily. He backed off all the same though. He had learned all he needed to.
The battle was drawing to a close; the machine was now visibly weakened. Its destroyed gun barrel, wrecked eyes and still scorching hot hole in its front all constituted its battle wounds. Along with countless smaller scratches and holes which had appeared in its body over the course of the fight. It was not finished yet, but it was weakened enough to make such a blow possible. He intended to make that blow.
The laser which had up until now been trying to vanquish the boy on the rooftop turned to face him, his own Magnetic Accelerator Cannon rose in response. The two weapons fired and the two beams met in midair, neither achieving anything. All the while he scanned the hull for a weak point, a design flaw. There wasn’t much, but that hole in its front was big and still malleable. It had potential.
Dissatisfied with the lack of success Macross turned its chain gun to join the assault, the bullets pounded on his exoskeleton, denting his tough armour. The machine took a step forward, pressing the attack. It thought it had him, but no amount of firepower would destroy him. This thing was but metal and electronics, he was metal and so much more. No petty AI told him what to do.
The Executioner raised its machine guns and using his sensor’s targeted every visible viewing port. Thirteen different points came up highlighted in red, easy pickings. The rifle fired and one by one the eyes of Macross were destroyed. Second’s later the laser and machine gun grew quiet. The Daemon growled in triumph. If the mech had been blinded before then it had had its eyes gouged out now.
The AI made a feeble attempt to turn around. To bring some of its still functioning camera’s around to focus on him, only for the two insects to leap from the roof from either side, both driving their swords into its sides. The rotating stopped like clockwork. It was trapped, and it knew the killing blow was coming.
The Executioner transformed. It’s arms, legs and bodies both demon and machine folding and reshaping to achieve this new form. Within seconds the change was complete. The Executioner now a sort of demonic tank, its body supported by a set of treads.
From its torso emerged its primary weapon. A large gun barrel which would not have been out of place on an artillery station, the dark cylinder made a distinctive ‘ka chink’ as the round was loaded within its body. The only sound the monster made.
Then with a roar the gun erupted, and a 100 millimetre shell burst from it and hurtled towards Macross faster than the eye could see. The machine staggered back as the round struck, the explosion ripping off the better part of its frontal armour, already damaged by the missile redirected by Malali. The machine groaned and took a step back. If an AI could feel pain this one would have been in shock. Smoke and molten metal poured from the gaping hole present in its head.
The Executioner was far from done. With another ‘ka chink’ it loaded a second round.
This one gutted the machine’s head. The armour virtually destroyed after the first strike this one penetrated easily and detonated right in the nervous centre of the beast. The machine and AI at the same time let out screeches. The AI as a hundred different errors occurred in a hundred different sections, the machine as metal groaned and flexed from the impact. The electronics were already failing, the wreck stumbling back and forth in a confused state. Nae’blis and Malali still clinging to the sides, swayed as the machine rocked.
But this was still not enough to end it. The Executioner readied a final round. A small hiss coming from the superheated barrel almost drowning out the now familiar ‘ka chink’, again the gun spoke.
This one was the killing blow. Already half melted and by all means in its death throes this shell ripped straight through the remaining innards of the head and burst out the other side. There it exploded sending shockwaves through what remained of the outer shell. The AI in a hiss of static died. And like Goliath had with David, this machine shook the ground for miles in all directions as it embraced the sweet cold of the snow.
The three fighters in a triangle faced the downed foe, Nae’blis and Malali to its left and right on the wrecked rooftops and the Executioner before it on the ground level of the structure. All watched each other warily, all too aware of the unsettled grudge between them which had resulted in a battle only a half hour before. Malali had her bow drawn tight, an arrow knocked. Nae’blis had blade and baton ready in each hand. The Executioner had one of its heavy machine guns trained on each of them. Human eyes, elf eyes, demon and machine eyes, all glared in a triangle of mistrust.
Finally the Executioner lowered its guns. All too aware that its job was only half finished. The computer inside its head was already telling it about the sheer number of scientists and engineers it would have taken to create such a mech. All would have to be killed. Eventually the other two lowered their weapons as well. With a rustle of leather Nae’blis moved away from his perch on the roof top. What motive did he have? Deciding it would find out later the Executioner began moving towards what its heat sensors told it was the main concentration of life in this base.
Malali waited there on the rooftop. Now that the enemy was vanquished she really had no idea what to do
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