Arthur and the Electron unit's slowly stepped towards the entrance of the cave. From the outside it was as if they were staring down right into the infinite abyss of darkness. Arthur looks at his scanner on his arm and says "What the hell? That's not possible..." as he fiddles around with the scanner and then looks up, if he had a face he would be worried, but his worriness can be heard in his voice. "My scanner is picking up the Lord signature...directly...in front....of....us...." he says as he looks up seeing bright blue reptilian like eyes. All three began to step back as this giant beast began to stomp forward towards the light. If Q was next to Arthur, Arthur would have instinctively pushed her out of the way for her to get into a safe distance as the Electron units pointed there rifles at the incoming monster and soon incorporated there cloaking devices.
The beast's claws where metallic in nature as they curved into the ground, giving it the ability to not only hack and slash but grab as well. Its head then came into view as it breathed heavily blowing steam out of it's metal teeth and nostrils. The head itself has metal horns on the back and a long snout. Soon the rest of the metal body came into view, its metal scales smooth yet the body seems mechanical though even though there is evidence it was breathing. It sat up as it looked down at the four robots even though two being invisible. It spread it's elegant robot wings, showing off its blue wings with it's black mechanical borders creating the energy wings and then gave a bellowing roar, a roar that can be heard for miles, it blistering roar messing up the hearing of Arthur and his electron units forcing them to hold there heads to fruitlessly sound out the roar as it disturbs the neighboring forest. After the roar, Arthur looks up and says "The infamous black energon dragon...why is it doing here? I thought Kampfer dismantled that project centuries ago!" The dragon looks down and swipes one of the invisible Electron unit into it's metal claws, the soldier was beeping furiously as it struggled to get out of it's grasp as Arthur and the other electron unit looked in horror as the dragon eat the struggling electron unit! Chewing the upper torso as it dropped the legs and then spat the torso at Arthur's feet.
The other Electron unit, began to fire its gun at the dragon impacting the scales and actually doing damage! One quick analysis and this dragon's weakness is lightening. Arthur quickly knew and says "Well we can take this thing down, but we are gonna need team work!" as he boosts is shields to 9x over and activated his electrical field. He began to shot lighting out of his hands like lighting strikes than a continues flow impacting the scales as the Electron Unit put more power into its pylons and began firing higher energy of electricity at the dragon as they began to circle it. Arthur yells to Q as he rolls out of the way of the giant tail that was swung at him "Q! Just fire at his head! We need to split his focus as we whittle him down!" as he continues to through lighting strikes at him. The dragon roared once more as it tried to swipe at the Electron unit as it quick stepped back having the dragon's tail swung at Arthur once more striking him sending him flying at a tree. "Dammit!" he says as he slowly recovers from the hit seeing that his shields took a large hit.
The beast's claws where metallic in nature as they curved into the ground, giving it the ability to not only hack and slash but grab as well. Its head then came into view as it breathed heavily blowing steam out of it's metal teeth and nostrils. The head itself has metal horns on the back and a long snout. Soon the rest of the metal body came into view, its metal scales smooth yet the body seems mechanical though even though there is evidence it was breathing. It sat up as it looked down at the four robots even though two being invisible. It spread it's elegant robot wings, showing off its blue wings with it's black mechanical borders creating the energy wings and then gave a bellowing roar, a roar that can be heard for miles, it blistering roar messing up the hearing of Arthur and his electron units forcing them to hold there heads to fruitlessly sound out the roar as it disturbs the neighboring forest. After the roar, Arthur looks up and says "The infamous black energon dragon...why is it doing here? I thought Kampfer dismantled that project centuries ago!" The dragon looks down and swipes one of the invisible Electron unit into it's metal claws, the soldier was beeping furiously as it struggled to get out of it's grasp as Arthur and the other electron unit looked in horror as the dragon eat the struggling electron unit! Chewing the upper torso as it dropped the legs and then spat the torso at Arthur's feet.
The other Electron unit, began to fire its gun at the dragon impacting the scales and actually doing damage! One quick analysis and this dragon's weakness is lightening. Arthur quickly knew and says "Well we can take this thing down, but we are gonna need team work!" as he boosts is shields to 9x over and activated his electrical field. He began to shot lighting out of his hands like lighting strikes than a continues flow impacting the scales as the Electron Unit put more power into its pylons and began firing higher energy of electricity at the dragon as they began to circle it. Arthur yells to Q as he rolls out of the way of the giant tail that was swung at him "Q! Just fire at his head! We need to split his focus as we whittle him down!" as he continues to through lighting strikes at him. The dragon roared once more as it tried to swipe at the Electron unit as it quick stepped back having the dragon's tail swung at Arthur once more striking him sending him flying at a tree. "Dammit!" he says as he slowly recovers from the hit seeing that his shields took a large hit.
There was nothing now - nothing but himself, a void black of heart and hollow of soul - and Nirix - the anchor what kept him in this world, what kept him from falling off the edge into abyssal blackness. He'd have been dead if not for her.
And he hated himself for continuing to exist. An appalling, revolting abomination, not fit to live in this Galaxy Wide, indeed unfit to walk on any planet in the Universe. A disgusting creature, evil, and a coward - a pathetic, hapless coward who deserved nothing but the most painful death and yet what did he get?
He got Nirix. He did not deserve Nirix. Yet her he was, clinging to her as she carried him away from the corpses which just barely flickered with the last remaining glimmers of life.
Wait.
From out of his abyssal self-loathing, Ketin's eyes suddenly shot open. He tensed, and at once he was moving. He flailed until he was free of Nirix's grasp - surely this was not what she had been expecting, and there would be little challenge in the escape. Her first instinct might have been to keep a hold on him - after all, might not he merely grab for her blade in this sorry state?
But no, the abruptness of desperation about him was not that of a suicidal man. Sure, he would failed utterly to resist an attempt on his life, but he had seen it - the men were alive.
Barely, barely alive, but alive nonetheless. Comatose probably - but even in his black rage he had refrained from shooting the soldiers in their vital spots. The Notspace bullets - those had been something which he was totally familiar with, something which had never happened in all his days - but despite the unutterable destruction which they had wrought, there was a positive side - they had not shredded the flesh and torn at the bone, rather they had simply made parts cease to exist. It was why even though each soldier had lost one arm, the gaping wounds had bled only mildly. The arms had not been blown off, they had simply ceased to exist.
There was hope.
He was frantic - though things did seem to be going his way...sort of.
Nirix had taken him from the room, and they were in the hallway which led to the now busted elevator and, of course, the stairway. The place was almost pitch black, lights did not even flicker in the ceiling.
Kete did not detach himself from Nirix gracefully. With zero dignity whatsoever he flailed until falling face-first onto the floor, scrambling to his feet and tackling...nothing.
Only the faintest distortion in the air told a viewer that he had apparently latched on to someone wearing a very sophisticated cloaking device - of course, virtually no device, no matter how advanced, could get past the Devil Eye of Commander Thirteen...Not when he was this emotionally wrecked.
He grabbed the invisible person harshly, almost assaulting her, grasping the GCC Special Agent around what amounted to the collar of her tactical gear and half slamming her against a wall. Simultaneously, Kete deactivated the vast majority of her defensive capabilities - a temporary stunning which came as naturally to him as breathing, especially in this sorry state.
Y-you have to help them!" He cried, sounding more than half-mad. "T-they're not dead yet! C-call in an evac, please! Don't - d-don't let them die, please! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt them, p-please don't l-let them die, please!!"
He had not stopped crying the whole time, but the frantic resurgence of desperation in him emphasized the ragged tears once more and he was a thorough mess.
"I d-don't care what you do to me j-jus' don't let them die!" He wailed - actually hindering the Special Agent initially if she had intended to make any hasty movements, and she would need to shake him off if she wanted to actually do anything. Once the redhead was no longer grabbing her, she would find all of her technology back in working order - and likely there was a direct-line transmission still available to her that would keep her in contact with the ship that might send an evacuation and rescue the almost-dead men.
He couldn't stop shaking, and the trembles were violent and easily visible, especially in his hands which were limp at his sides. Ears flat, this pitiful mess could simply not have been the machine of death which had brought hellfire and brimstone upon unsuspecting soldiers only minutes ago.
He had utterly ignored the new character who was still in the control center, and was only now remembering that anyone had been there at all.
Right, the woman in the hat, the thing whos' mind had been virtually incomprehensible to him. Even if he had been trying - which he had certainly not - he doubted that the being in there would be anything he could handle.
And suddenly she was an obstacle between him and the soldiers that might still have a chance at life.
Well fine then. Maybe the Special Agent would be able to warp the dying soldiers out of the room without having to enter it. That would be ideal - and if she decided to do that, he would go along with her in a heartbeat...Provided his Nirix came along too.
But if for any reason they would have to go back into that control room in order to have a shot at saving the soldiers, he would do that in a heartbeat too. His life for theirs if it came down to it...
And he hated himself for continuing to exist. An appalling, revolting abomination, not fit to live in this Galaxy Wide, indeed unfit to walk on any planet in the Universe. A disgusting creature, evil, and a coward - a pathetic, hapless coward who deserved nothing but the most painful death and yet what did he get?
He got Nirix. He did not deserve Nirix. Yet her he was, clinging to her as she carried him away from the corpses which just barely flickered with the last remaining glimmers of life.
Wait.
From out of his abyssal self-loathing, Ketin's eyes suddenly shot open. He tensed, and at once he was moving. He flailed until he was free of Nirix's grasp - surely this was not what she had been expecting, and there would be little challenge in the escape. Her first instinct might have been to keep a hold on him - after all, might not he merely grab for her blade in this sorry state?
But no, the abruptness of desperation about him was not that of a suicidal man. Sure, he would failed utterly to resist an attempt on his life, but he had seen it - the men were alive.
Barely, barely alive, but alive nonetheless. Comatose probably - but even in his black rage he had refrained from shooting the soldiers in their vital spots. The Notspace bullets - those had been something which he was totally familiar with, something which had never happened in all his days - but despite the unutterable destruction which they had wrought, there was a positive side - they had not shredded the flesh and torn at the bone, rather they had simply made parts cease to exist. It was why even though each soldier had lost one arm, the gaping wounds had bled only mildly. The arms had not been blown off, they had simply ceased to exist.
There was hope.
He was frantic - though things did seem to be going his way...sort of.
Nirix had taken him from the room, and they were in the hallway which led to the now busted elevator and, of course, the stairway. The place was almost pitch black, lights did not even flicker in the ceiling.
Kete did not detach himself from Nirix gracefully. With zero dignity whatsoever he flailed until falling face-first onto the floor, scrambling to his feet and tackling...nothing.
Only the faintest distortion in the air told a viewer that he had apparently latched on to someone wearing a very sophisticated cloaking device - of course, virtually no device, no matter how advanced, could get past the Devil Eye of Commander Thirteen...Not when he was this emotionally wrecked.
He grabbed the invisible person harshly, almost assaulting her, grasping the GCC Special Agent around what amounted to the collar of her tactical gear and half slamming her against a wall. Simultaneously, Kete deactivated the vast majority of her defensive capabilities - a temporary stunning which came as naturally to him as breathing, especially in this sorry state.
Y-you have to help them!" He cried, sounding more than half-mad. "T-they're not dead yet! C-call in an evac, please! Don't - d-don't let them die, please! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt them, p-please don't l-let them die, please!!"
He had not stopped crying the whole time, but the frantic resurgence of desperation in him emphasized the ragged tears once more and he was a thorough mess.
"I d-don't care what you do to me j-jus' don't let them die!" He wailed - actually hindering the Special Agent initially if she had intended to make any hasty movements, and she would need to shake him off if she wanted to actually do anything. Once the redhead was no longer grabbing her, she would find all of her technology back in working order - and likely there was a direct-line transmission still available to her that would keep her in contact with the ship that might send an evacuation and rescue the almost-dead men.
He couldn't stop shaking, and the trembles were violent and easily visible, especially in his hands which were limp at his sides. Ears flat, this pitiful mess could simply not have been the machine of death which had brought hellfire and brimstone upon unsuspecting soldiers only minutes ago.
He had utterly ignored the new character who was still in the control center, and was only now remembering that anyone had been there at all.
Right, the woman in the hat, the thing whos' mind had been virtually incomprehensible to him. Even if he had been trying - which he had certainly not - he doubted that the being in there would be anything he could handle.
And suddenly she was an obstacle between him and the soldiers that might still have a chance at life.
Well fine then. Maybe the Special Agent would be able to warp the dying soldiers out of the room without having to enter it. That would be ideal - and if she decided to do that, he would go along with her in a heartbeat...Provided his Nirix came along too.
But if for any reason they would have to go back into that control room in order to have a shot at saving the soldiers, he would do that in a heartbeat too. His life for theirs if it came down to it...
Ova crackled at Nirix and says "Well apparently you don't understand that boy smells of destruction!" she crosses her arms and shakes her head and says "You prayers are thoughtful, but pointless to a boy who was damned from the very beginning...from death he came and death he shall go" as she crackles once more seeing Ketin get away from Nirix. "It seems the love is only one sided, Ecolu" she adds as she looks at Ketin. "Please allow me the honors in putting this half ling down.." and then a whisper "...and him to my little harem" as she pulls out a flintlock pistol and takes aim at Ketin. She completely igonries the low moans of the men in there half comatose or comatose state. With a breath in and breath out, she gives an evil grin and pulls the trigger...BANG! a small black ball of energy comes out of the flintlock heading towards Ketin. "Let's what happens to Mr.Foxy brown" as she begins a low laugh as he crazed look stares at Ketin...she still is aware of her surroundings....
((Why not, I'll just drop this here. ))
If one was able to detect it, they would notice metallic objects being tugged slightly towards a particular direction. Then, a burst of energy shot back, sending anything magnetic hurtling back to where it originally came from. A shiny blur shot forth, intercepting the black ball of energy and causing a small explosion as the object skidded into the ground and kicked up dust from the immense momentum that it came with.
When the dust cleared, there was a mangled robotic arm laying still. It seemed contorted beyond repair from the impact with the energy ball. Slowly, it was dragged in reverse, back to its source. A lone figure stood in the background with its amputated arm pointed towards them.
"..."
Then it spoke.
"...Why can't I see anyone? I'm sure I detected life forms...Wait a minute!"
Its head was apparently backwards. Taking some time, it rotated its head so that it was facing the front. Blinking twice, he looked at them.
"I don't believe I understand the magnitude of what's going on here, but I don't think violence is a good way to get your way over others."
The fallen robotic limb lifted up and hovered next to its shoulders, unattached yet also a part of it at the same time.
"Anyhow, I hate to do this, but we have a saying from my planet...How did it go again? Oh yeah! Party crashing...Something like that. Party toilet? Party pooper? Party potty? Ugh...It's been forever since I've been home."
The magnetic fields in the air began to shift again as his damaged arm was pulled backwards, the particle accelerator inside it powering up to full throttle.
If one was able to detect it, they would notice metallic objects being tugged slightly towards a particular direction. Then, a burst of energy shot back, sending anything magnetic hurtling back to where it originally came from. A shiny blur shot forth, intercepting the black ball of energy and causing a small explosion as the object skidded into the ground and kicked up dust from the immense momentum that it came with.
When the dust cleared, there was a mangled robotic arm laying still. It seemed contorted beyond repair from the impact with the energy ball. Slowly, it was dragged in reverse, back to its source. A lone figure stood in the background with its amputated arm pointed towards them.
"..."
Then it spoke.
"...Why can't I see anyone? I'm sure I detected life forms...Wait a minute!"
Its head was apparently backwards. Taking some time, it rotated its head so that it was facing the front. Blinking twice, he looked at them.
"I don't believe I understand the magnitude of what's going on here, but I don't think violence is a good way to get your way over others."
The fallen robotic limb lifted up and hovered next to its shoulders, unattached yet also a part of it at the same time.
"Anyhow, I hate to do this, but we have a saying from my planet...How did it go again? Oh yeah! Party crashing...Something like that. Party toilet? Party pooper? Party potty? Ugh...It's been forever since I've been home."
The magnetic fields in the air began to shift again as his damaged arm was pulled backwards, the particle accelerator inside it powering up to full throttle.
Ova gritted her teeth as she put away her flintlock pistol and says underneath her breath "Génial! J'avais vraiment besoin de ça" She then straighten's herself and looks at the the new individual who arrived with crossed arms. She smiles and with her mouth she made dial up noise towards what looks an android and says "I think you want to update if its taking this long for you to boot up" she scoffs at him and adds "I guess your 10 megabit hardrive fails to store history or you would have known that violence is always used for subjugation, tools that the strong us against the weak and helpless...everyone in this room is guilty...Devil eye and his genocide and murder" as she looks at Ketin"...the Ecolu assassin and her targets" as she looks at Nirix"...and me, well various things, murder, genocide, dark things as well that is considered taboo in society" as she touches middle of her chest identifying her.
She then turns her back and says "Well, I would love to kill you all, but everyone's fate is death after all...and patience is a virtue" as dark clouds began to envelope her. She gives bow and says "Au revoir, mes amis and I'll see you all very soon, MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" and soon the clouds turned into a tornado that engulfed Ova and soon quickly dissipated only her haunting laugh that remained and soon nothing but silence...
She then turns her back and says "Well, I would love to kill you all, but everyone's fate is death after all...and patience is a virtue" as dark clouds began to envelope her. She gives bow and says "Au revoir, mes amis and I'll see you all very soon, MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" and soon the clouds turned into a tornado that engulfed Ova and soon quickly dissipated only her haunting laugh that remained and soon nothing but silence...
The Agent watched as Ketin got hold of her, deactivated her power armor, got his hysterical speech out and the robot intervened.
She simply looked at the disapearing Dimensional Lord before turning her head back towards the boy.
-Wel so much for that plan...She muttered under her breath, then, louder : Stryker 1, cancel drop ! I repeat, cancel dropping sequence ! Stay on stand-by for now, Init-78 out.
-Roger that Init-78, we are cancelling the drop sequence and gaining altitude. (Due to the power armor failure, the radio chatter could be heard by the persons around her).
-Init-78, this is red team, how is it going down here ?
-Everything is under control red team, you may send the medevac and it's escort downstairs, over.
-Roger that, red team out.
During that time, 4 dropships had landed on the roof, two were equipped with emergency medical equipement, while the two others were carrying the medics and their escorts, they immediately embarked the unconscious soldiers on the roof, and upon receiving Init-78's confirmation, 8 medics and 4 soldiers rushed downstairs.
Once they arrived downstairs, the medics immediately rushed to the woundeds and began patching them up, the squad leader told two of them to get off him as he was, mostly, fine, the two medics accepted after scanning him, the soldiers for their part immediately pointed their guns towards the robot and urged him to stand down :
-Unknown cybernetic unit, deactivate your offensive capabilities immediately, I repeat, deactivate your offensive capabilities immediately, or we will be forced to reconduct you out of this area.
The agent sighed and looked Ketin in the eyes before looking at the robot.
-You should probably do that, they're really trigger happy (she looks at the two woundeds) but again, they have their reasons. (She turns towards Ketin) Don't worry kid, they'll be fine, but you seem a bit...shaken, need any help ? (She gave Nirix a curious look as well, detailling her outfit and looking for any injuries)
At that point, the Agent didn't even shrugged Ketin off her, and still had her power armor offline, but strangely, her thoughts were completely black, as if she wasn't human.....
She simply looked at the disapearing Dimensional Lord before turning her head back towards the boy.
-Wel so much for that plan...She muttered under her breath, then, louder : Stryker 1, cancel drop ! I repeat, cancel dropping sequence ! Stay on stand-by for now, Init-78 out.
-Roger that Init-78, we are cancelling the drop sequence and gaining altitude. (Due to the power armor failure, the radio chatter could be heard by the persons around her).
-Init-78, this is red team, how is it going down here ?
-Everything is under control red team, you may send the medevac and it's escort downstairs, over.
-Roger that, red team out.
During that time, 4 dropships had landed on the roof, two were equipped with emergency medical equipement, while the two others were carrying the medics and their escorts, they immediately embarked the unconscious soldiers on the roof, and upon receiving Init-78's confirmation, 8 medics and 4 soldiers rushed downstairs.
Once they arrived downstairs, the medics immediately rushed to the woundeds and began patching them up, the squad leader told two of them to get off him as he was, mostly, fine, the two medics accepted after scanning him, the soldiers for their part immediately pointed their guns towards the robot and urged him to stand down :
-Unknown cybernetic unit, deactivate your offensive capabilities immediately, I repeat, deactivate your offensive capabilities immediately, or we will be forced to reconduct you out of this area.
The agent sighed and looked Ketin in the eyes before looking at the robot.
-You should probably do that, they're really trigger happy (she looks at the two woundeds) but again, they have their reasons. (She turns towards Ketin) Don't worry kid, they'll be fine, but you seem a bit...shaken, need any help ? (She gave Nirix a curious look as well, detailling her outfit and looking for any injuries)
At that point, the Agent didn't even shrugged Ketin off her, and still had her power armor offline, but strangely, her thoughts were completely black, as if she wasn't human.....
Q had sprung into action. Within seconds, her palms glowed a bright blue, her limbs stretching and shortening with ease, moving her body about the area with ease.
As the monster attacked, Q was able to rapidly pick up data. She observed every aspect of it's movement. Calculations whirled about in her mind, and she was able to predict strikes, predict impacts, predict probability. Her ancient coding worked seamlessly with the situation.
She was built to fight, not that she enjoyed it. It certainly showed in this situation.
Pulses of frantic energy flew from her palms at the dragon which had showed up. It was nothing compared to Z, but it was enough to keep Q on her toes. She didn't want to meet her demise today of all days.
Aim for the head. The head. Easy. She fired beams at the dragons head endlessly, but as the electron guards and Arthur moved about, attempting to confuse it by circling, it became increasingly harder to focus on the head.
A tactical re-position was required.
Q mustered all her courage, the courage that would be needed to face her sister one day... and leaped into the air, her legs acting like springs.
A whoosh of air. Q opened her eye.
The height. The sinking feeling. The whir.
Pay attention. Arms grasping for something. Anything.
Falling. Determined.
Within time, Q had landed on top of the mighty beast's head. There wasn't a moment to lose, she could be shaken off at any moment. She charged an energy blast to full power from her palms and aimed right for the dragon's eye.
The two titans were near motionless in the space above the planet. Both at eleven kilometers, they dwarfed the Yacht with immense size. Their presence filled the space near Arena with rhythmic vibrations.
Z spoke again. "It appears we have some catching up to do. Eh, Sister? What have you been doing for these millions of years? I've only recently awoken from quite the slumber."
"I've been making sure that I never ran into the likes of YOU again." B replied. Her tone continued on in anger.
"Oh dear, it seems I've interrupted your schedule then. Tough luck, not every day can be a success. But if you wanted to stay on track with your goal, why didn't you just avoid me, sis?"
B's maw-like hand opened and clenched a few times. "You know, If I was anyone else, I WOULD be fleeing you right now. After what you did... I don't think any of us would be insane enough to forgive you, let alone be with you."
Z frowned. Not out of sadness, but out of pity. "So you mean to say... you've done nothing. Nothing with your immense power... nothing with your reach? You could have tried to at least find Y. She was one of my favorites, after all."
"I never cared to. After... YOU decided to ruin everything for us, I had to live with the loneliness anyways. And honestly, I think most everyone else is sick of fighting because of you. You took it to an extreme. You took it too far."
"Then you won't think over my proposal, B?"
"What would that be? That you'll go away forever? That'd be a proposal I'D like to hear."
Z snickered. "No, sister... Think about this for a moment. We were made to fight. To destroy. Our creators made us to save their hides from some terrible force, right? Look around us. We're the monsters now. These empires that are arising in this galaxy... they mean NOTHING!! They don't have the capability to survive eons... but we do. The Iridiites made us and they did not live! WE lived on! Don't you want to be a part of something bigger? More than an unidentified piece of junk floating through space?"
Z composed herself, correcting her maniacal position into something a bit more relaxed. "What i'm trying to say is. We can shape the galaxy in our image, and create a timeline where WE are the stars that shine. These other forces that exist in this realm... they are after the same thing, too. To be the ruler of everything they can. If we do not rise up, gather our sisters, and do what we were made for... we'll be scrapped faster than this song will end."
The song on the classical station did indeed end within seconds of Z finishing her line. She smiled. "We could even begin right here. What do you say?"
As the monster attacked, Q was able to rapidly pick up data. She observed every aspect of it's movement. Calculations whirled about in her mind, and she was able to predict strikes, predict impacts, predict probability. Her ancient coding worked seamlessly with the situation.
She was built to fight, not that she enjoyed it. It certainly showed in this situation.
Pulses of frantic energy flew from her palms at the dragon which had showed up. It was nothing compared to Z, but it was enough to keep Q on her toes. She didn't want to meet her demise today of all days.
Aim for the head. The head. Easy. She fired beams at the dragons head endlessly, but as the electron guards and Arthur moved about, attempting to confuse it by circling, it became increasingly harder to focus on the head.
A tactical re-position was required.
Q mustered all her courage, the courage that would be needed to face her sister one day... and leaped into the air, her legs acting like springs.
A whoosh of air. Q opened her eye.
The height. The sinking feeling. The whir.
Pay attention. Arms grasping for something. Anything.
Falling. Determined.
Within time, Q had landed on top of the mighty beast's head. There wasn't a moment to lose, she could be shaken off at any moment. She charged an energy blast to full power from her palms and aimed right for the dragon's eye.
The two titans were near motionless in the space above the planet. Both at eleven kilometers, they dwarfed the Yacht with immense size. Their presence filled the space near Arena with rhythmic vibrations.
Z spoke again. "It appears we have some catching up to do. Eh, Sister? What have you been doing for these millions of years? I've only recently awoken from quite the slumber."
"I've been making sure that I never ran into the likes of YOU again." B replied. Her tone continued on in anger.
"Oh dear, it seems I've interrupted your schedule then. Tough luck, not every day can be a success. But if you wanted to stay on track with your goal, why didn't you just avoid me, sis?"
B's maw-like hand opened and clenched a few times. "You know, If I was anyone else, I WOULD be fleeing you right now. After what you did... I don't think any of us would be insane enough to forgive you, let alone be with you."
Z frowned. Not out of sadness, but out of pity. "So you mean to say... you've done nothing. Nothing with your immense power... nothing with your reach? You could have tried to at least find Y. She was one of my favorites, after all."
"I never cared to. After... YOU decided to ruin everything for us, I had to live with the loneliness anyways. And honestly, I think most everyone else is sick of fighting because of you. You took it to an extreme. You took it too far."
"Then you won't think over my proposal, B?"
"What would that be? That you'll go away forever? That'd be a proposal I'D like to hear."
Z snickered. "No, sister... Think about this for a moment. We were made to fight. To destroy. Our creators made us to save their hides from some terrible force, right? Look around us. We're the monsters now. These empires that are arising in this galaxy... they mean NOTHING!! They don't have the capability to survive eons... but we do. The Iridiites made us and they did not live! WE lived on! Don't you want to be a part of something bigger? More than an unidentified piece of junk floating through space?"
Z composed herself, correcting her maniacal position into something a bit more relaxed. "What i'm trying to say is. We can shape the galaxy in our image, and create a timeline where WE are the stars that shine. These other forces that exist in this realm... they are after the same thing, too. To be the ruler of everything they can. If we do not rise up, gather our sisters, and do what we were made for... we'll be scrapped faster than this song will end."
The song on the classical station did indeed end within seconds of Z finishing her line. She smiled. "We could even begin right here. What do you say?"
Again, events happened quickly. That's what this whole ordeal had been it seemed - everything happening too damned fast. It was so vastly overwhelming...
The woman in the hat stepped through the door from the control center into the hall, raised her weapon at Ketin as he madly shook the poor Special Agent by the collar of her uniform. He barely had time to turn and look down the barrel of that terrible flintlock pistol before the crack of the shot rang out - he didn't even move to dodge the projectile. It would have struck him square in the face, if not for yet another sudden appearance.
This time it was a disembodied arm.
The arm shot from the opposite end of the hallway and intercepted the energy projectile from the Dimensional Lord's weapon. There was a chemical reaction and then only the smoldering wreck of intermittently twitching fingers and metallic ligaments remained...Along with the distinct scent of plasma-sadness and ozone that seemed to linger in the stale air after an incorporeal weapon discharge.
Kete was too stunned to react. He was utterly out of it.
Someone was talking from the other end of the hallway. They sounded confused.
Maniacal laughter as the woman with the flintlock pistols disappeared like some crazed magician.
Militant code-words and protocols being ordered as the Special Agent issued her orders.
The severed arm lackadaisically maneuvered its' way back from whence it had come. Kete followed it numbly with his head, watched as it floated back to the figure of a...relatively normal looking man?
Now there were soldiers and medics. The ones he had hurt were being tended to, while some were aiming guns at the man at the end of the hall. Usually this would have disturbed Ketin, but he was too far-gone now. Besides, clearly the new guy didn't like violence. He wouldn't fight, Kete was certain of that. Mostly certain, anyway - enough to let the thought drop from his mind. Not his responsibility.
Nothing was his responsibility.
Disconnect.
Disconnect.
D i s c o n n e c t . . . . . . . .
Numbly, the kid released the Special Agent from his Peruvian Death Grip and exhaustedly fell onto his ass on the floor. Kete was vaguely aware of a metephorical 'inkspot' in the back of his head. Like a mote in the minds' eye - it was the strange phenomenon of the Special Agent's mind, which he could sense, but little else. There was a vague, dim semblance of vision, but even that was more than anything a projection of his own unconscious habits - he knew there were eyes there, so the Devil's Eye tended to make 'assumptions'. It would not be even remotely an accurate look - trying to look through the Special Agent's eyes would be like having a dream of trying to read a book with closed eyes.
But Kete wasn't trying to see through the Special Agent's eyes. Those eyes were just a weird little blind-spot.
He also wasn't paying any attention to the uncanny sensation of mental weight which had been accumulated shortly after his assault on whatever had been middlemanning the signal from before.
Oh, that's right - the signal.
Sluggishly he tried to probe his own mind and glance over what he had 'downloaded' from the data raid - but there was something of a block on it - as if it had been collected up into a neat little package and slipped into some spacious corner in the back of his head.
Oh well, he'd deal with it later. Sure, it had seemed urgent now - but the signal wasn't there anymore, not even weakly - unless he was just too out-of-it to sense it...But no, a gut feeling told him that something had changed - that he had done something to help - though Space only knew what. He was satisfied in that endeavor, at least for the moment.
And now the Special Agent was telling him...
Telling him what?
The soldiers were going to be okay!
If Ketin had actually tried to determine through his usual methods whether or not the Special Agent was lying, he would have more directly discovered the strangeness of her inaccessible 'blacked-out' mind. But he didn't bother - maybe unconsciously he was worried that she was lying just to make him feel better and he didn't want to acknowledge the possibility. He wanted to believe her.
But without going into the woman's head at all, he could tell that she probably wasn't the type to lie to make someone feel better, especially not in a circumstance like this.
At long, long last, the dazed, blank, hollow look faded into an equally dazed, gentle smile. It was as if he had just been hit in the head, and was seeing a very pleasing hallucination in the last seconds of consciousness.
Of course, Ketin did not lose consciousness - but it was very dreamlike, suddenly. He had been so sure that they were dead or dying, and now they would be okay! Cybernetic arms would make up for the damages.
Sure, he would still have to live with the fact of what he had done and almost done...
But that would be easier to tolerate than if he had actually killed someone. There was the matter of that knight as well, though Kete wasn't as concerned in that field...And besides, he doubted that he actually killed the creature for good, anyway.
But none of this was on Kete's mind. All he could think about was that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. He wasn't sure what the soldiers wanted - maybe they would go right ahead and make his life miserable again. He wouldn't be surprised, that's how it had been going after all. Not a second to just relax and do his own thing. Everyone wanted a piece of the Devil's Eye and he was right in the middle of a million @#$%storms over the past few weeks.
But none of that mattered now.
Sitting there on the floor, he looked to Nirix with the dazed little smile as if to say 'you were right, it's all okay'.
The chaotic series of events was likely not over. Likely things would just continue to be chaos and insanity for him. There were still soldiers present, after all, and then this new guy. But for now he felt like he was in the eye of the storm - a welcome respite from the torrent of things that kept happening, of the constant battering conflicts that circled and circled and circled...
Sluggishly he reached into his coat pocket, took from it the silver gilded flask with the stars and ringed gas-giant-window and delicate 'Billions and billions...' inscription. He unscrewed the cap and drank deeply of the furiously burning chili-lime brandy. Much to his chagrin, he proceeded to at last deplete the supply, and in pleasant simplicity he found his next thought being to the affect of 'Guess I'll need to go get some more~'
The woman in the hat stepped through the door from the control center into the hall, raised her weapon at Ketin as he madly shook the poor Special Agent by the collar of her uniform. He barely had time to turn and look down the barrel of that terrible flintlock pistol before the crack of the shot rang out - he didn't even move to dodge the projectile. It would have struck him square in the face, if not for yet another sudden appearance.
This time it was a disembodied arm.
The arm shot from the opposite end of the hallway and intercepted the energy projectile from the Dimensional Lord's weapon. There was a chemical reaction and then only the smoldering wreck of intermittently twitching fingers and metallic ligaments remained...Along with the distinct scent of plasma-sadness and ozone that seemed to linger in the stale air after an incorporeal weapon discharge.
Kete was too stunned to react. He was utterly out of it.
Someone was talking from the other end of the hallway. They sounded confused.
Maniacal laughter as the woman with the flintlock pistols disappeared like some crazed magician.
Militant code-words and protocols being ordered as the Special Agent issued her orders.
The severed arm lackadaisically maneuvered its' way back from whence it had come. Kete followed it numbly with his head, watched as it floated back to the figure of a...relatively normal looking man?
Now there were soldiers and medics. The ones he had hurt were being tended to, while some were aiming guns at the man at the end of the hall. Usually this would have disturbed Ketin, but he was too far-gone now. Besides, clearly the new guy didn't like violence. He wouldn't fight, Kete was certain of that. Mostly certain, anyway - enough to let the thought drop from his mind. Not his responsibility.
Nothing was his responsibility.
Disconnect.
Disconnect.
D i s c o n n e c t . . . . . . . .
Numbly, the kid released the Special Agent from his Peruvian Death Grip and exhaustedly fell onto his ass on the floor. Kete was vaguely aware of a metephorical 'inkspot' in the back of his head. Like a mote in the minds' eye - it was the strange phenomenon of the Special Agent's mind, which he could sense, but little else. There was a vague, dim semblance of vision, but even that was more than anything a projection of his own unconscious habits - he knew there were eyes there, so the Devil's Eye tended to make 'assumptions'. It would not be even remotely an accurate look - trying to look through the Special Agent's eyes would be like having a dream of trying to read a book with closed eyes.
But Kete wasn't trying to see through the Special Agent's eyes. Those eyes were just a weird little blind-spot.
He also wasn't paying any attention to the uncanny sensation of mental weight which had been accumulated shortly after his assault on whatever had been middlemanning the signal from before.
Oh, that's right - the signal.
Sluggishly he tried to probe his own mind and glance over what he had 'downloaded' from the data raid - but there was something of a block on it - as if it had been collected up into a neat little package and slipped into some spacious corner in the back of his head.
Oh well, he'd deal with it later. Sure, it had seemed urgent now - but the signal wasn't there anymore, not even weakly - unless he was just too out-of-it to sense it...But no, a gut feeling told him that something had changed - that he had done something to help - though Space only knew what. He was satisfied in that endeavor, at least for the moment.
And now the Special Agent was telling him...
Telling him what?
The soldiers were going to be okay!
If Ketin had actually tried to determine through his usual methods whether or not the Special Agent was lying, he would have more directly discovered the strangeness of her inaccessible 'blacked-out' mind. But he didn't bother - maybe unconsciously he was worried that she was lying just to make him feel better and he didn't want to acknowledge the possibility. He wanted to believe her.
But without going into the woman's head at all, he could tell that she probably wasn't the type to lie to make someone feel better, especially not in a circumstance like this.
At long, long last, the dazed, blank, hollow look faded into an equally dazed, gentle smile. It was as if he had just been hit in the head, and was seeing a very pleasing hallucination in the last seconds of consciousness.
Of course, Ketin did not lose consciousness - but it was very dreamlike, suddenly. He had been so sure that they were dead or dying, and now they would be okay! Cybernetic arms would make up for the damages.
Sure, he would still have to live with the fact of what he had done and almost done...
But that would be easier to tolerate than if he had actually killed someone. There was the matter of that knight as well, though Kete wasn't as concerned in that field...And besides, he doubted that he actually killed the creature for good, anyway.
But none of this was on Kete's mind. All he could think about was that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. He wasn't sure what the soldiers wanted - maybe they would go right ahead and make his life miserable again. He wouldn't be surprised, that's how it had been going after all. Not a second to just relax and do his own thing. Everyone wanted a piece of the Devil's Eye and he was right in the middle of a million @#$%storms over the past few weeks.
But none of that mattered now.
Sitting there on the floor, he looked to Nirix with the dazed little smile as if to say 'you were right, it's all okay'.
The chaotic series of events was likely not over. Likely things would just continue to be chaos and insanity for him. There were still soldiers present, after all, and then this new guy. But for now he felt like he was in the eye of the storm - a welcome respite from the torrent of things that kept happening, of the constant battering conflicts that circled and circled and circled...
Sluggishly he reached into his coat pocket, took from it the silver gilded flask with the stars and ringed gas-giant-window and delicate 'Billions and billions...' inscription. He unscrewed the cap and drank deeply of the furiously burning chili-lime brandy. Much to his chagrin, he proceeded to at last deplete the supply, and in pleasant simplicity he found his next thought being to the affect of 'Guess I'll need to go get some more~'
Tosh looked at his screen and raised an eyebrow.
-Five minutes ? Very well then, we'll be out of here in four. He said to the robot on the other end.
The ship plunged towards the surface before dropping five canisters who violently crashed onto the ground, the ship then disapeared as the canisters opened, revealing....nothing.
-Five minutes ? Very well then, we'll be out of here in four. He said to the robot on the other end.
The ship plunged towards the surface before dropping five canisters who violently crashed onto the ground, the ship then disapeared as the canisters opened, revealing....nothing.
Eerie smiled at Kallenger.
-Well thank you miss.
She then nodded towards the giant robot before turning back towards Kallenger.
-My name is Eerie, it's a pleasure to meet you ! What are you doing on this fine day miss ? Especially in a military airbase ! You should have quite a story to tell !
She sounded like an overenthusiastic teenage girl.
-Well thank you miss.
She then nodded towards the giant robot before turning back towards Kallenger.
-My name is Eerie, it's a pleasure to meet you ! What are you doing on this fine day miss ? Especially in a military airbase ! You should have quite a story to tell !
She sounded like an overenthusiastic teenage girl.
((Void))
The dragon shrieked as its eye got hit with high beam energy. It shakes and shudders as it gave another blistering roar and then moved its head radically flinging Q off into the arms of the Electron Unit which forced him to drop his gun and catch her. Arthur saw this which gave him idea, but it was risky. He threw a few more lighting bolts at the dragon attracting it's attention to him. The dragon with one eye looked at Arthur. It looked really mad as it gave yet again another roar and began to charge him down. Arthur rolled right towards the dragon's charge. Everything was slow motion for arthur as he grabbed one of its metal horns on its head and flung himself over onto the beast's head. He heard stories in how knights took down dragons with lighting, but some knights were so brave they took dragons out by applying a stake pure lighting upon there scaly hid. Arthur wanted this fight to end quickly and so with great strength he moved the dragon's head so that the wounded eye can be seen. The dragon thrashed about trying to get Arthur off, but the Emperor had himself magnetized upon the dragon's scales. "Oh I hope this works" the bot says as his mini pylons on his back began to charge and giant lighting spear of dark matter giving it a light blue color to it and then brings the lighting down upon the dragon's eye causing a flash of light as if lighting had struck. The stake went through the eye and out the other side of the head of the dragon killing as it's CPU just got fired.
The dragon collapses onto the ground lifeless as it's mouth was open as black goo came out of it. Arthur front flipped off the head and put his arms onto his side and says "Oh how I love the smell of Electromagnetic charges in the middle of the day" as he gives out a heroic laugh. By this time the Electron Unit, put down Q and Arthur approached her and grabs her hand gently and knees and says "I hope you weren't hurt, genius" in a flirtatious tone. Soon a faint tapping can be heard coming from the dead dragon...
Papyus was certainly annoyed especially at Kellenger, just telling an unknown person who could be hostile that we are vulnerable even though we may look it. Oh if Kellenger was under Papyus's command she would chew her ass out and beat her senseless for showing her hand to the enemy. Papyus took a deep breath and says "No point in complaining about spilled milk" as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Still with her arms crossed she says to the new girl "Well Eerie, we are here to pick up an order, two pepporines and a calzone, order name is Who gives crap in where we came" The only reason she was pent up with annoyance is because she wants to get out of the bunker because the two Supersoldaten signatures can't be detected anymore, but stead barely heated signatures of footsoldiers and entire platoon, there heat sigs are so low they can be considered dead, but yet moving, running in step, but also towing something, two things, both on large wheels with long object on it. All this info from her mask. "Can we please leave, because I think we are going to have company soon"
The dragon collapses onto the ground lifeless as it's mouth was open as black goo came out of it. Arthur front flipped off the head and put his arms onto his side and says "Oh how I love the smell of Electromagnetic charges in the middle of the day" as he gives out a heroic laugh. By this time the Electron Unit, put down Q and Arthur approached her and grabs her hand gently and knees and says "I hope you weren't hurt, genius" in a flirtatious tone. Soon a faint tapping can be heard coming from the dead dragon...
Papyus was certainly annoyed especially at Kellenger, just telling an unknown person who could be hostile that we are vulnerable even though we may look it. Oh if Kellenger was under Papyus's command she would chew her ass out and beat her senseless for showing her hand to the enemy. Papyus took a deep breath and says "No point in complaining about spilled milk" as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Still with her arms crossed she says to the new girl "Well Eerie, we are here to pick up an order, two pepporines and a calzone, order name is Who gives crap in where we came" The only reason she was pent up with annoyance is because she wants to get out of the bunker because the two Supersoldaten signatures can't be detected anymore, but stead barely heated signatures of footsoldiers and entire platoon, there heat sigs are so low they can be considered dead, but yet moving, running in step, but also towing something, two things, both on large wheels with long object on it. All this info from her mask. "Can we please leave, because I think we are going to have company soon"
Init-78 let out a giggle when the robot fell apart, she then looked at the kid who sat on the ground, before she even knew it her sisters instincts kicked in (also, getting a super weapon/mass murderer/histeric kid/walking nuke drunk probably wasn't a good idea) and she snatched the already empty flask from his hand before shaking it under his nose.
-Oh, oh, aren't you a little too young for this ? She scolded him.
She then proceeded to attach the flask to her belt before giving him a quick glare.
The soldiers, on their part, were just looking at the robot, completely stunned.
-Oookkaaayyy....Said one of them, a corporal.
Behind them six of the eight medics began to lift the two wounded up (3 per wounded) and started moving upstairs, one the remaining medics stayed at the squad leader's side, continuously talking to him, trying to get his mind off of what just happened, the last medic gave the robot a quick look, one of the soldiers (her markages were green and she wore the insignia of a lieutenant) looked at him, the medic shrugged and simply said.
-Sorry Sam, this is out of my area of expertise.
Before moving towards the strange group with the....what, assassin ? Exhibitionist ? Whatever that alien girl was, the boy and the Agent.
-Hey, 78, I've seen you've requested a medical assistance for psycho trauma, I suppose it's for the boy, right ?
-Oh (She blinked a few time before looking at the medic) yeah, for the boy, I think he's pretty shaken, he was drinking...(she sniffs the bottleneck) brandy ? What the hell ? Anyway, yeah, see if you can do anything for him, but only with his aggreement, okay ? I don't need him to butcher anymore of my men.
-Can do, ma'am ! Come on kiddo.
The medic then sat down next to Ketin before handing him a standard anti-stress and counter-trauma injection, a modified analgesic, who he described the properties and the side effects.
-Okay, I know it's not the best of the best, but it's the only one that I have that is light, and that all life forms accept without rejecting it, it'll make you feel better, but you might get hazy for a few minutes, but if you want, I also have a counter neuro activator, which will deactivate that effect, but will make the initial injection less helpfull, as for this one (he pulls out a syringue with a orange glowing fluid) it'll knock you out, purely and simply.
He was trying to explain to what he thought was a boy the effect of the drugs in terms he thinks the other comprehend, but if Ketin wanted, he could see the composition and effect of the injection when the medic would be presenting them, after that, the thoughts would be put into the implants as memories, impossible to access to him due to the implants' highly advanced technology, but he would see that the medic wasn't lying to him, the effects were truely the one he spoke of.
The soldiers talked a bit before the lieutenant and the sergeant took a tentative step forward before kneeling beside the robot.
-Yeaaaaahhhh....We...We'll cary you around, right sarge ?
-Whatever you say ma'am. Answered the sargeant with a clear young woman voice.
The lieutenant then carefully picked up the head before looking it in the eyes, wait, what did it meant by "duct in the station" ? What station ? Where ?
The sargeant simply shrugged the thought out through their secured internal thought net, and proceeded to take one of the arms, the soldiers then followed, the unfortunate corporal having to cary around the large center part, but fortunately, due to their power armors, they had no problem at all to lift them and carry the parts around.
The lieutenant looked at the head for a few seconds before smiling.
-Hey, 78 ?
-Yeah ?
-Catch !
The Agent turned around a caught the head in-extremis before it collided with her own head, she then gave the playfull (and now folded in half by laughter) lieutenant an angry glare before attaching the head to her belt (on her right hip) via yet another forcefield.
-Well, it seems like we'll be carrying you, feel free to ask if you want to reassemble, (she whispers so that only the head could hear it) But if you use that opportunity check me out, I'm going to reduce you to scrap metal, understood ?
The look she was giving the head would be more than clear, she would not tolerate any remark on his current place, the Agent then looked towards the lieutenant who had picked up the second arm and was wearing a wide smile.
-Hey, seventy (it was the Agent nickname), nice place you got that robo-
-SAM SHUT U-
-Calm down kids, the recreation is over.
The air right next to the Agent shivered as three persons appeared litterally out of nowhere, two of them were obviously soldiers, but one was a young girl in her 16th wearing an all white uniform and a partial armor.
-Hello there. She said with her clear, obviously young and soft crystal voice.
-OFFICER ON DECK !
All the soldiers saluted all at the same time before resuming what they were doing when the girl gave them a vague wave of the hand.
-General. Said the Agent.
-Sister. Simply replied the General with a warmer tone.
Then, without warning, she took a step foward and brung the other girl into a crushing bear hug.
-I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE OKAY !
-Oh, here we go again, muttered one of the first class, quickly silenced by a look from the second corporal.
The agent tried in vain to escape the hug, to not avail, the other was simply not letting go, after a few seconds the General finally let her sister go before litterally bouncing backward, like if she was overcharged with energy.
-Yeah (Everbody could hear something cracking inside the Agent's armor as she was trying to recover from the devastating hug) I missed you too, but please (another crack) next time, try not to do that while I'm carrying my equipement ? Or anything ? Remember the tray accident ?
The General looked in the air for a few seconds.
Her sister was walking down the hall towards the courtyard with her loaded tray from the messhall when she opened the door and pounced on her, she was so happy to see her again ! But then, as the two crashed into the ground, the tray did as well, on top of them, with it's content, which surprisingly (or not) included, a ton of milk and cereals.
She then looked back to her sister.
-Oooooohhhhh, right, forgot about it, anyway, time to go !
-Well you shouldn't, wait what ?
-Yeah ! Didn't your hear ? We're leaving ! Come on ! Grab my hands !
She then extended her two hand toward the Eoclu and the foxy, the four girls' (the Agent, the General and the two escorts) thoughts would still be uterly....nowhere, like if there wasn't anything.
-Oh, oh, aren't you a little too young for this ? She scolded him.
She then proceeded to attach the flask to her belt before giving him a quick glare.
The soldiers, on their part, were just looking at the robot, completely stunned.
-Oookkaaayyy....Said one of them, a corporal.
Behind them six of the eight medics began to lift the two wounded up (3 per wounded) and started moving upstairs, one the remaining medics stayed at the squad leader's side, continuously talking to him, trying to get his mind off of what just happened, the last medic gave the robot a quick look, one of the soldiers (her markages were green and she wore the insignia of a lieutenant) looked at him, the medic shrugged and simply said.
-Sorry Sam, this is out of my area of expertise.
Before moving towards the strange group with the....what, assassin ? Exhibitionist ? Whatever that alien girl was, the boy and the Agent.
-Hey, 78, I've seen you've requested a medical assistance for psycho trauma, I suppose it's for the boy, right ?
-Oh (She blinked a few time before looking at the medic) yeah, for the boy, I think he's pretty shaken, he was drinking...(she sniffs the bottleneck) brandy ? What the hell ? Anyway, yeah, see if you can do anything for him, but only with his aggreement, okay ? I don't need him to butcher anymore of my men.
-Can do, ma'am ! Come on kiddo.
The medic then sat down next to Ketin before handing him a standard anti-stress and counter-trauma injection, a modified analgesic, who he described the properties and the side effects.
-Okay, I know it's not the best of the best, but it's the only one that I have that is light, and that all life forms accept without rejecting it, it'll make you feel better, but you might get hazy for a few minutes, but if you want, I also have a counter neuro activator, which will deactivate that effect, but will make the initial injection less helpfull, as for this one (he pulls out a syringue with a orange glowing fluid) it'll knock you out, purely and simply.
He was trying to explain to what he thought was a boy the effect of the drugs in terms he thinks the other comprehend, but if Ketin wanted, he could see the composition and effect of the injection when the medic would be presenting them, after that, the thoughts would be put into the implants as memories, impossible to access to him due to the implants' highly advanced technology, but he would see that the medic wasn't lying to him, the effects were truely the one he spoke of.
The soldiers talked a bit before the lieutenant and the sergeant took a tentative step forward before kneeling beside the robot.
-Yeaaaaahhhh....We...We'll cary you around, right sarge ?
-Whatever you say ma'am. Answered the sargeant with a clear young woman voice.
The lieutenant then carefully picked up the head before looking it in the eyes, wait, what did it meant by "duct in the station" ? What station ? Where ?
The sargeant simply shrugged the thought out through their secured internal thought net, and proceeded to take one of the arms, the soldiers then followed, the unfortunate corporal having to cary around the large center part, but fortunately, due to their power armors, they had no problem at all to lift them and carry the parts around.
The lieutenant looked at the head for a few seconds before smiling.
-Hey, 78 ?
-Yeah ?
-Catch !
The Agent turned around a caught the head in-extremis before it collided with her own head, she then gave the playfull (and now folded in half by laughter) lieutenant an angry glare before attaching the head to her belt (on her right hip) via yet another forcefield.
-Well, it seems like we'll be carrying you, feel free to ask if you want to reassemble, (she whispers so that only the head could hear it) But if you use that opportunity check me out, I'm going to reduce you to scrap metal, understood ?
The look she was giving the head would be more than clear, she would not tolerate any remark on his current place, the Agent then looked towards the lieutenant who had picked up the second arm and was wearing a wide smile.
-Hey, seventy (it was the Agent nickname), nice place you got that robo-
-SAM SHUT U-
-Calm down kids, the recreation is over.
The air right next to the Agent shivered as three persons appeared litterally out of nowhere, two of them were obviously soldiers, but one was a young girl in her 16th wearing an all white uniform and a partial armor.
-Hello there. She said with her clear, obviously young and soft crystal voice.
-OFFICER ON DECK !
All the soldiers saluted all at the same time before resuming what they were doing when the girl gave them a vague wave of the hand.
-General. Said the Agent.
-Sister. Simply replied the General with a warmer tone.
Then, without warning, she took a step foward and brung the other girl into a crushing bear hug.
-I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE OKAY !
-Oh, here we go again, muttered one of the first class, quickly silenced by a look from the second corporal.
The agent tried in vain to escape the hug, to not avail, the other was simply not letting go, after a few seconds the General finally let her sister go before litterally bouncing backward, like if she was overcharged with energy.
-Yeah (Everbody could hear something cracking inside the Agent's armor as she was trying to recover from the devastating hug) I missed you too, but please (another crack) next time, try not to do that while I'm carrying my equipement ? Or anything ? Remember the tray accident ?
The General looked in the air for a few seconds.
Her sister was walking down the hall towards the courtyard with her loaded tray from the messhall when she opened the door and pounced on her, she was so happy to see her again ! But then, as the two crashed into the ground, the tray did as well, on top of them, with it's content, which surprisingly (or not) included, a ton of milk and cereals.
She then looked back to her sister.
-Oooooohhhhh, right, forgot about it, anyway, time to go !
-Well you shouldn't, wait what ?
-Yeah ! Didn't your hear ? We're leaving ! Come on ! Grab my hands !
She then extended her two hand toward the Eoclu and the foxy, the four girls' (the Agent, the General and the two escorts) thoughts would still be uterly....nowhere, like if there wasn't anything.
"Poor giant robots...creations of a bygone age.." she says as the conversation was transmission into the bridge. She genuinely felt bad for them since she understood how it feels as time goes on and your left in the age long forgotten by everyone else or just ignored. Like them she was filled with rage at first, but then she just got used to the changes of time and just adjusted herself and now look at her, a CEO of a large company on a luxury ship. A tear was broguht to her eye and then she looks at the crew who looked genuinely scared from what the robots have said. She rolls her eyes and says "Alright scarily cats let goes home...if they take an interest in us I'll deal with them personally" the ship turned around and began to return back to once they came, leaving both Z and B to plot
((Void))
Nirix didn't like others taking care of Ketin.
She had designated that to be her own job and the fact someone else had decided upon themselves that they were to be his caretaker irked her more than she was willing to admit.
"The Da'len is well old enough to drink," She frowned when the words tumbled out of her mouth in more of a offensive tone than she had really meant. At least Ketin was smiling. They were just trying to help, right? There was no need to put up another guard, they were just going to help clean up the mess that was made and-
"What is that?" Nirix hovered protectively over the medic and Ketin, eyeing the syringe like it was some kind of deadly poison that they were coaxing as medicine. Listening in to the explanation, the Eoclu was not so good at understand medical terms that were suppose to help. Sure, she knew the body and it's functions but only on the level on which was more efficient in stopping one from living and breathing. Slice an artery here, snap a bone there, apply pressure to the sensitive part of nerve and a life was gone.
It was all very simple to her; being in galaxy wide assassin, Nirix knew the inter and outer workings of death very well.
She wouldn't hesitate to use that knowledge if something went completely wrong.
"Where are we going if we follow you?" Nirix eyed the short girl in front of her. She was slightly put off by how young she looked and as to why she possessed the power to command the soldiers of this unit but didn't question it. All humans looked young to her and she had no way of knowing how old the girl in front of her really was. Different species were funny like that. Besides the fact of not knowing where they were to be traveling, in the back of her mind, Nirix still had a job she had to complete.
Sure, this wasn't the opportune moment to be thinking about committing an assassination but she had wasted enough time. Her contact would only wait so long for her to reach him and though she wasn't really one to care about the pay for the job, she wanted to receive the money to grant it to Ketin. Maybe she could buy him some more clothes and a nice place to stay in Ronin. These were simply thoughts but nowhere near her main objective.
She had designated that to be her own job and the fact someone else had decided upon themselves that they were to be his caretaker irked her more than she was willing to admit.
"The Da'len is well old enough to drink," She frowned when the words tumbled out of her mouth in more of a offensive tone than she had really meant. At least Ketin was smiling. They were just trying to help, right? There was no need to put up another guard, they were just going to help clean up the mess that was made and-
"What is that?" Nirix hovered protectively over the medic and Ketin, eyeing the syringe like it was some kind of deadly poison that they were coaxing as medicine. Listening in to the explanation, the Eoclu was not so good at understand medical terms that were suppose to help. Sure, she knew the body and it's functions but only on the level on which was more efficient in stopping one from living and breathing. Slice an artery here, snap a bone there, apply pressure to the sensitive part of nerve and a life was gone.
It was all very simple to her; being in galaxy wide assassin, Nirix knew the inter and outer workings of death very well.
She wouldn't hesitate to use that knowledge if something went completely wrong.
"Where are we going if we follow you?" Nirix eyed the short girl in front of her. She was slightly put off by how young she looked and as to why she possessed the power to command the soldiers of this unit but didn't question it. All humans looked young to her and she had no way of knowing how old the girl in front of her really was. Different species were funny like that. Besides the fact of not knowing where they were to be traveling, in the back of her mind, Nirix still had a job she had to complete.
Sure, this wasn't the opportune moment to be thinking about committing an assassination but she had wasted enough time. Her contact would only wait so long for her to reach him and though she wasn't really one to care about the pay for the job, she wanted to receive the money to grant it to Ketin. Maybe she could buy him some more clothes and a nice place to stay in Ronin. These were simply thoughts but nowhere near her main objective.
Planet Kroginsberg, system LHS 578
Within the dark forest of Kroginsberg on top of large mound is a dark castle with jagged spires, giving the castle Everheart this haunting and evil feeling to it as it is surrounded by dark evergreen-like forest and only a few miles down is the city of Herorick, a city of industry, a city full of factory in where workers range from the middle age to the as young as ten. Further away is the town of Kegelton a plantation town full of farmers and slave laborers.
Soon Ova appeared at the front gate of Everheart and soon opens, allowing her to enter, going stiaght passed the tile layed court yard into and passed the Grand hall, decorated in Gothic style while draped in royal purple tapestry showing off the coat arms of the Somme as well as it's large archways, with black bricks, with alternating lighting of candle and lamp. She soon approaches the oak doors and she gave a deep breath and the doors open as if by magic and was greeted by an entire reception of soldiers side to side standing at attention in what seems to be old British revolutionary colonial uniforms with tricone hat and advance energy rifles known as Grinlocks. There uniform however wasn't red but royal purple with white bordering. As she walks she bases by her other set of soldiers in transition from colonial to non colonial. Black trench coats with Nazi style helmets, boots and pants, there's eyes red like demons and a creepy smiles that exposed there sharp teeth along with their grey faces. And then soon she came past her various court nobles, either by cloth or by sword. She looks at her throne black and purple, with her noble Knight Noctunrus on its right and her harem of cute young men wearing simple white tunics with eyes seeming to be drunk lust and pleasure waiting for their master to take the throne. As she approached her seat, Nocturnus cleared his nonexstent throat and says "ALL BEAR WITNESS, TO HER MAJESTRATE, THE THIRD LORD OF THE UNDEAD REALM AND THE FIRST OF THE DARK REALM, LORD OVA OF THE DARK DIMENSION! " she then took her seat as she looks at all subjects finally able to see who they pledge there loyalty too, erupt in thunderous applause in the throne room making the chandlers rattle a bit overhead.
Soon the room quited down and all eyes where on her as she merely scanned the room as her hand was petting a cute little blond boy's hair and from his face he seemed to be way too much enjoying it as the others where trying to levy the Lord's attention brushing up against her legs like cats. Nocturnus glances at Ova and she nods at him, the knight took his que and says "HER LORDSHIP WILL NOW BEGIN HER SPEECH" and stepped to the side. Ova once more took a deep breath and exhaled. She stood up and walked forward, making the her pets giving light groans seeing that there mistress isn't with them, but they quickly remained quite.
So after one last scan of the room she began her speech. "All beings.. ..are not created equal. Some are smarter than others, some are more beautiful than others, some are born into poverty and others born into wealth, while others are sick and feeble and others strong and durable. Every being is inherently different being from each other, that's why there is discrimination, competition amongest one another and the unfaltering march of progress. Inequality is not wrong, equality is. Look around us in this...this galaxy wide, the Galactic Empire is a bureaucratic mess of an empire while Kampfer's empire is now shell of its former self..his empire is basically is one giant lab rat and Erica?! Well she is fearful on her usage of the Dendrils and that's why they are stuck in there own little corner of the galaxy. But my empire, the Ovain Empire is different...we fight and we compete. Even as these soldiers fall in battle they will show this empire's unswerving commitment to progress. WE WILL FIGHT ON, WE SHALL STRUGGLE, COMPETE, PLUNDER AND DOMINATE AND IN THE END, THE FURTURE SHALL BE OURS!!" soon the crowd cheered on "ALL HAIL LORD OVA, ALL HAIL LORD OVA, ALL HAIL LORD OVA" she smiles and extends her arm towards the door and says "Now go declare your proclamation in your dormains, show your loyalty too me by doing this!" and the crowd continue to cheer and they all bowed and left with patriotic fever as the "nobles" went to there domains(planets) and officially break them away or just officially join Ova's fledgling empire immediately, lucky most of these planets where under Kampfer's before he reduced the empire's influence.
Ova sat down back onto her throne with her evil grin on her smile as her harem swarm her legs wanting her attention and some rubbing there faces up against her arms. "Nocturnus, its good to be a Lord" as she began to laugh manically echoing throughout the castle
Within the dark forest of Kroginsberg on top of large mound is a dark castle with jagged spires, giving the castle Everheart this haunting and evil feeling to it as it is surrounded by dark evergreen-like forest and only a few miles down is the city of Herorick, a city of industry, a city full of factory in where workers range from the middle age to the as young as ten. Further away is the town of Kegelton a plantation town full of farmers and slave laborers.
Soon Ova appeared at the front gate of Everheart and soon opens, allowing her to enter, going stiaght passed the tile layed court yard into and passed the Grand hall, decorated in Gothic style while draped in royal purple tapestry showing off the coat arms of the Somme as well as it's large archways, with black bricks, with alternating lighting of candle and lamp. She soon approaches the oak doors and she gave a deep breath and the doors open as if by magic and was greeted by an entire reception of soldiers side to side standing at attention in what seems to be old British revolutionary colonial uniforms with tricone hat and advance energy rifles known as Grinlocks. There uniform however wasn't red but royal purple with white bordering. As she walks she bases by her other set of soldiers in transition from colonial to non colonial. Black trench coats with Nazi style helmets, boots and pants, there's eyes red like demons and a creepy smiles that exposed there sharp teeth along with their grey faces. And then soon she came past her various court nobles, either by cloth or by sword. She looks at her throne black and purple, with her noble Knight Noctunrus on its right and her harem of cute young men wearing simple white tunics with eyes seeming to be drunk lust and pleasure waiting for their master to take the throne. As she approached her seat, Nocturnus cleared his nonexstent throat and says "ALL BEAR WITNESS, TO HER MAJESTRATE, THE THIRD LORD OF THE UNDEAD REALM AND THE FIRST OF THE DARK REALM, LORD OVA OF THE DARK DIMENSION! " she then took her seat as she looks at all subjects finally able to see who they pledge there loyalty too, erupt in thunderous applause in the throne room making the chandlers rattle a bit overhead.
Soon the room quited down and all eyes where on her as she merely scanned the room as her hand was petting a cute little blond boy's hair and from his face he seemed to be way too much enjoying it as the others where trying to levy the Lord's attention brushing up against her legs like cats. Nocturnus glances at Ova and she nods at him, the knight took his que and says "HER LORDSHIP WILL NOW BEGIN HER SPEECH" and stepped to the side. Ova once more took a deep breath and exhaled. She stood up and walked forward, making the her pets giving light groans seeing that there mistress isn't with them, but they quickly remained quite.
So after one last scan of the room she began her speech. "All beings.. ..are not created equal. Some are smarter than others, some are more beautiful than others, some are born into poverty and others born into wealth, while others are sick and feeble and others strong and durable. Every being is inherently different being from each other, that's why there is discrimination, competition amongest one another and the unfaltering march of progress. Inequality is not wrong, equality is. Look around us in this...this galaxy wide, the Galactic Empire is a bureaucratic mess of an empire while Kampfer's empire is now shell of its former self..his empire is basically is one giant lab rat and Erica?! Well she is fearful on her usage of the Dendrils and that's why they are stuck in there own little corner of the galaxy. But my empire, the Ovain Empire is different...we fight and we compete. Even as these soldiers fall in battle they will show this empire's unswerving commitment to progress. WE WILL FIGHT ON, WE SHALL STRUGGLE, COMPETE, PLUNDER AND DOMINATE AND IN THE END, THE FURTURE SHALL BE OURS!!" soon the crowd cheered on "ALL HAIL LORD OVA, ALL HAIL LORD OVA, ALL HAIL LORD OVA" she smiles and extends her arm towards the door and says "Now go declare your proclamation in your dormains, show your loyalty too me by doing this!" and the crowd continue to cheer and they all bowed and left with patriotic fever as the "nobles" went to there domains(planets) and officially break them away or just officially join Ova's fledgling empire immediately, lucky most of these planets where under Kampfer's before he reduced the empire's influence.
Ova sat down back onto her throne with her evil grin on her smile as her harem swarm her legs wanting her attention and some rubbing there faces up against her arms. "Nocturnus, its good to be a Lord" as she began to laugh manically echoing throughout the castle
N O T S P A C E
Into The Kingsbane
Seeing that his new 'friend' had not followed him, Severin looked back at The Girl, only to see a child hiding on it's own irked thoughts. Oh, if it didn't remind him about amateur lab assistants, they would enter in the same 'retracted' stance whenever they screwed up big time... Like missing a supernova. Everyone knew that Severin hated to miss novae of any kind but, unlike your average Research Director, the Old Man would only extend himself to lecture on new procedures on how not to miss such events in the future.
The Doctor only shook his head, chuckling at the rather unexpected, but familiar, reaction of The Girl to his orders. Or rather, his requests.
"This Journey gets better with each passing day... !" - The Old Man would think loudly, muttering his own thoughts almost instinctively. Again, a smile would form on his partly hidden, wrinkled face. No matter how infuriated Wan Nabes was at the moment - and how it did bother Severin - nothing was able to spoil the joy of discovery to a prime example of scientist that Benedict Severin considered himself to be. From the moment the Doctor joined pieces of the puzzle from what Harkahn had said, just minutes ago, with the arrival of this supposed Notpsace Wanderer, he had been conducting a flippant experiment. A discreet, but unfathomably imporant Social Experiment. Severin was not even close to a dignified Sociologist or a Psychologist with a wide a long carreer and a wide amount of hard-earned degrees, but, being the first one to make contact with a, probable, alien being, with so many human likenesses, could make all the difference on Severin's Ultimate Ambition.
The Astrophysicist would patiently wait until The Girl would bring herself to tag along. What Severin did not expect, however, was the ridiculously small distance She would be apart from him. The Youth stuck like superglue and, despite the Doctor's concealed efforts to either step a bit ahead of her or divert his path to the sides, he just wasn't able to get that sticky Girl from his behind! Yes, he was fascinated, but he couldn't bear near physical contact, even from his colleagues, let alone from a 'creature' of yet unknown origins. When Severin was just about to turn around to calmly shove her a few inches away, She spoke again.
"Hm? What was that... ?" - The Old Man would halt for a brief moment, as if something She said, or do, bothered him deeply. Still, not even a couple seconds later, he resumed his brief journey into the Kingsbane. And then She would speak again... Only now, Severin figured out what She was doing.
"... This can't be... It's impressive!" - She was mimicking Severin's words. With pinpoint memory.
He boasted a mind of exceptional brilliance, but even the well-developed brain of Benedict Severin wasn't able to retain a memory of such broadness and recording speed. She was reciting things exactly how the Doctor said just some moments ago! His smile got wider, he could barely believe it. An Alien Contact with a Homo Aliufere Sapiens. By the second time. And a peaceful contact, the first of it's kind. Everyone worth of the title 'Scientist' would immediately throw a party at the exact moment, yet, Severin steel-reinforced discipline easily contained such urges, only expressed through his smile.
Gently, he lifted his arm to his goggles, calmly pressing on a button, making a sphere and some words appear on it's lens, blinking in a menacing shade of red.
"Recording. Astrophysicist Benedict Severin. Log C.A. 76. New Entry: Unwanderer." - Severin would then divert his black and blinking red gaze from his 'specimen', still bearing a wide and cheerful smile.
"It's been six months since our departure from Oassari and it's fall to Gigasanthos. Our allies have been either destroyed or joined their ranks with the Enemy, while lesser paramilitary forces have retreated into the Hidden Worlds. Carl coaxed the Captain - with absurd sums of money - to divert our escape to the search of planet Earth. This... Quest, however, have been proved largely fruitless for Carl. Still, we managed to achieve several discoveries and breakthroughs pertaining to the Maquinareum Nietzsche and many of the Captain's and my own objectives. We have made contact with three or two entirely new civilizations, unfortunately hostile and, or, unwillingly to cooperate with our goals: The Kampferian and Galactic Empires. But one of our most impressive discoveries is the existence - or the opposite - of a possible Multiverse, one which my new acquaintance, Doctor Dorin Harkahn, refers as Notspace. A state of nonexistence that contradicts many of stubborn theories set in stone. Due to turbulent events, my research staff was not able to conduct further analysis on such... Place. However, another surprise have, much literally, appeared in front of my very eyes..."
After hearing the rather long monologue, The Girl would have Severin slowly turning his empty gaze - save for the blinking red circle - towards her, as the duo kept walking...
"As I personally named it, an Unwanderer. After Doctor Harkahn detected Notspace anomaly within the Kingsbane, he alerted that we might have somebody else inside. I was naive to believe that it was fruit of something we couldn't yet understand, but, oh, have I been wronged by my eyes. This Girl, obviously confused about the environment around her... Haha, walked right into the trap. The subject came straight into the Observatory. She was given the task to deliver the Captain's Cigars amidst the confusion of Notspace! It was a stroke of luck that She managed to find me instead of the Captain first. Back on subject, this Youth uses a language not even known by the Mainframe, yet, it's structure possess a striking resemblance of ancient Indo-Arabic languages. This Youth, then, would proceed to perfectly mimick the few words I have spoken to her not to mention it's utter curiosity about the ship's environment... It's like this Girl can't even be classified as an Aliufere, there are uncanny resemblances to us. Will develop the entries for Unwanderer at a late time. End of Log. C.A. 76."
Again, pressing the button on his goggles, the red blinking sphere disappeared and Severin would finally shut himself up.
It wouldn't take too long for the duo to finally leave the pale white rooms of the Research Department back towards the steel-plated access halls of the Kingsbane. However, there was something wrong. Something was missing. The irate and diabolical screams seemingly fuelled by one million lost souls? Gone. Save for it, everything would almost stay right as they were before the Girl stumbled into the Research Department. All along their trek, Severin would stay silent, often leaving a discrete "Hello." or "I'm feeling excellent, thank you." to many of the people the duo would pass by.
Approaching a trash can, Severin almost were taken by the urge of dunking this strange and bulky object he was flailing around... Until he remembered it was Wan Nabes Top Priority Package. The Doctor would stop halfway on the utter disaster he was about to unleash, look at The Girl, let a chuckle and shove the box back to her before continuing on their journey, still giggling frequently.
... Finally, they would reach into a double bulkhead door... And the sight was horrifying.
All of it's plating would be in solid jet black with a rather unsettling, white drawing in the middle. An apparent human skull with deformed features. It's eyes transmitted wickedness and the desire for murder while some sort of obsolete weapon, a curved sword of sorts - A Scimitar - would be gripped tightly into it's demonic, razor-sharp teeth. All while a beret with the symbol of what appeared to be a crown torn apart by striking lightning hung over it's top part.
"KINGSBANE - SUCK MY DRAGON <****>, JESTER RICARD!" - Those words would be print right below it, with wide fonts.
The official flag of the Kingsbane. A creepy-looking demonic jolly roger with a utterly profane message to someone of immeasurable power. It reflected it's Captain personality quite well, it reeked of Wanheed Nabil Mustafa.
Severin hated it. He found that such thing should be exclusive to the many flags on the Artillery Cruiser's exterior, Jolly Rogers were supposed to be a tactical weapon for psychological threat. Imagery like that should be reserved to the eyes of enemies only. But, no. The Captain insisted to glue that damnable vision on one of the most active parts of his ship. Maybe it was a message to uncanny visitors, not yet known to the interiors of the Kingsbane... Such was the case of The Girl.
However, the Old Man just looked side-ways to his friend, noting that he hurriedly gave the 'Devil's Box' back to her just a few moments ago. Even though the Doctor would most keep jokes to himself he was a fan of slight black humor and used to be a genial prankster on his own youth. His smile was wide, with impish intent. He was crazy to know the Outsider's reaction to it before they finally went in to meet with Captain Wan Nabes.
'Earth' Solar System - Earth Four, Surroundings of Jungle City
Goodbye, Earth IV!
One would expect massive clouds of dust and leaves to circle around - as a short hurricane - the hybrid spacecraft that was waiting for the Ranger. Unavoidable consequence of machines with both compressed air jet and fission-based engines. This one, though, was quite different. For the soldiers who looked like they just escaped from some sort of animal shelter, it was easy to identify that this was a civilian spacecraft for personal use modified with lightweight armoring and sporting a defensive gauss cannon right next to it's entrance shaft, where the soldiers would be about to climb into. For that matter, the vehicle was extremely silent compared to a military grade hybrid spacecraft. It was originally for civilian use, after all. And silent engines are one of the most sought capabilities from rich owners of such machines.
Due to the it's mods, the thing was made quite ugly.
Yet, this Mad Ranger fellow felt like he absolutely trusted the functions of that machine, judging by the fact that he furiously darted towards the rope ladder, thrown down by the being that went the by call sign of 'Canary'. Still, he would stand his ground right next to the only way out of Earth IV, waiting for Sergei abd the Canids to climb inside. The Man in Red was the first one to come, with his pale-blue friend following right behind. Needless to say, The Ranger traded death glares with Dmitri as he climbed up.
The other three were taking long, however. Too long.
"C'mon, 'yo bunch, hurry up!" - A yell could be heard from the shaft where the duo would climb through. A female voice coming out from an apparent cyborg, a being completely covered in a black suit of high-tech light armor, a curved glass screen stood where it's human face was supposed to be at. It's voice would feel slightly muffled by white noise, just like the Ranger, albeit in much lesser intensity.
"What are you waiting for, Ghost?" - The female being would simply talk into the speaker inside the armor, connected to a private radio channel between her, the Ranger and a third person.
"Stand by, Canary, there's three more comin--"
"Oh my... OH MY GOD, CL~! What's that~?!" - The Mad Ranger was abruptly interrupted. Right after 'Canary' noticed how Dmitri looked like.
"... Later, Canary, we don't got tim--"
"JESUS CHRIST, THAT'S AN YINXEN~! Oh my, oh my, oh my~!!"
"... They're not Yinxen, Canary." - That's when CL would lift his palm towards his mask, gripping tightly around it as he shook his head in complete embarrassment. 'Canary' couldn't simply bear the sight of a canine being... Or any intelligent being that was not human, for that matter.
"THEY?! You mean there's more 'o them?! C'mon, Ghost! That thing is TOTALLY an Yinxen! It's just like what you said! Oh, heeheehee, this is my lucky day~!"
After enduring the little girl freakout from 'Canary', the Ranger finally had a chance to see why the three other canids were taking so long. And he couldn't believe his own damn eyes. At first, the Ranger was utterly amazed by the existence of canine beings distinct from the Yinxen. He could only think about getting back to the Kingsbane and leave them for study by the research personnel. That not to mention that they looked like very well skilled soldiers, specially by the fact they were so pompous of speaking with the fabled Mad Ranger as if he was just some sort staggering stranger who got lost from his mercenary brigade.
The truth had deeply disappointed CL...
The other two canids, the blondie and the darker one were carrying a partner that was standing just seconds ago. The Ranger did notice how sleepy he looked like, judging by how he was constantly yawning and by the row of rheum running from the sides of his rosy, sleepy eyes. He was exhausted. But, heck, this was no time to take a damn nap and let your friends carry you. The sight got worse and worse the more CL looked at it. That thing, that dog... "That mutt..." - ... Was not worth of holding a gun. It was disgusting.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL LIVING <****> ARE YOU THREE DOING?!? LET'S <*************> MOVE, <*******> IT!!!"
The Ranger snapped... Again.
His ticket to finally get out from Earth IV was being held from his grasp because of a lazy dog? This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be possibly real.
CL didn't even gave them a chance to answer or to actually step up. He went straight towards the trio, stepping heavily on the dirt towards them, throwing dozens upon dozens of the best curses he had on his profanity portfolio.
"You <*************>, you're taking me as some <*******> clown, is that it??? Throw that <*******> <****>-head lazy son-of-a-<*****> in the <*******> ground and let's <*************> go already, <*******> it."
... All while the Ranger flailed his arms furiously in front of them, almost like he was about to slap each one of the three.
Sector J84 - Moon 456
Illiya "Dragon Lady" Vs. Maria "Lock-On"
A lizard-like, crimson beast with grayish-white torso, bearing features of a young woman stood about twenty meters away from Maria. Though there was something uncommon with that creature, which could be easily noticed by Lock-On. The creature had fiery goldenrod eyes, parted with a thin slit in the middle of each one, not to mention it's towering size. The beast could almost double Maria in height, reaching about two meters and a half. It's limbs - arms, legs, fore paws and grip - thickly built, covered by layers of quite smooth-looking scales.
Still, she would just stand there, slowly coiling it's tail around her own leg as it held the 100mm barrel on it's strong paws. Hell, Maria could swear she was trembling as well. And that what was so strange.
"... R-Really?!" - The beast yelled, with very audible hesitation on it's voice. "W-Well... Get ready... !!"
Now, the thing talked. Her voice was slightly sibilant and somewhat acute, resembling a teenager recovering from a mild flu, always with kind of a hoarse voice. The way on which she nervously spoke and stood took all of the intimidation it's beastly features were supposed to convey.
Illiya's emotions were consuming her. For almost a month, she have trained for this fateful encounter with Maria Lockheart and whatever weapons and tricks she had hidden in her sleeves, the Dragon Lady, however, was so embroiled in her training that she started to admire the reason of it all.
She was more than physically fit to fight Lock-On. The same couldn't not be about her psych.
For the first time in her short, battle scarred life, Illiya's 'emotional side' was starting to take over her 'inner warrior', right amidst a conflict. If it wasn't mildly unsettling, it was quite laughable the fact that Illiya... Was just standing there, afraid to act, afraid to do her purpose. Afraid to harm.
She looked back to the wrecked of her spacecraft. She diverged her eyes to the vastness of 456. She looked at the 2m steel bar on her grip, but, at all costs, tried to avoid eye contact with Lockheart. It was one of her idols, damn it! How was she able to Maria any harm at all? Well, the best that The Dragon Lady could do was to conceal her emotions using her battle knowledge...
Even though Maria probably had something of higher caliber with her, Illiya knew her own arms and legs could easily absorb - or even ricochet - bullets of varying low to medium calibers. With that in mind, she lifted her arm in front of her draconian face, for the sole purpose of protecting her eyes... From Maria's stare, that is.
"O-Okay, Illiya... Calm down... R-Remember what... C-Carl said on how to protect myself... A-And don't hit her too hard..." - The Dragon Lady knew that once she took the offensive, her mind would be taken into a deep martial trance that would, by consequence, block almost completely all of her emotions until her target have been, either killed, or unable to fight. Usually, Illiya would control the outcomes for her enemy but, still, she was afraid to do hurt Maria seriously. She wasn't even sure she could really take the bounty hunter down.
"L-Look at you, Illiya... T-This is the time of your life! Y-You won't get her attention by proving to be a damn coward!"
A little self encouragement was all that the Dragon Lady really needed.
"... Let's do this." - Illiya's fiery eyes widened. The grip on her makeshift was strong to the point that it bent it's rigid steel frame. A thick puff of smoke shot out from her nostrils... And she uncovered her face.
The Beast was released again.
Baring a wide, teethy grin, Illiya nervous stance switched completely. Her draconian face now wore utter defiance against what she felt before about Lock-On. Idolized superiority twisted into deep rivalry. The Dragon Lady was more than sure that Maria could pack a good fight and be able to hold her off. After all that training, it was finally time for the bounty hunter to be bested by an Adoring Fan.
"Hear me out, Maria Lockheart!" - The same words that fell to deaf ears when Maria was chased. These words now were very much clear. Illiya didn't think twice...
With a fierce, zigzagging dash towards Maria, the Dragon Lady started to spin her 100mm barrel with so much strength that it became an intense circular blur, making the air around it strongly blow. Much like two spinning blade. Bright yellow flames started to escape from the sides of Illiya's maw as her battle groans turned into a beastly roar. The very ground trembled each time the Dragon Lady struck the ground with her feet.
Providing that the zigzag maneuver was able to divert most of Maria's bullets - or if any of it would make Illiya flinch - the beast would leap far high into the air, finally unleashing a huge ,but quite harmless, fireball from her mouth from above her rival! It would be most likely distract Maria even she wasn't able to just shrug it off.
... And that's when Illiya landed, producing a loud thud... Just a few inches away from Maria.
"... Suck on this!" - with the speed and strength of a runaway car, the Dragon Lady unleashed her vicious strike in attempt to struck her rival's left side!
"... Damn it, THAT was too hard... Sorry~"
May contain some typing/grammar/coherency errors.
Into The Kingsbane
Seeing that his new 'friend' had not followed him, Severin looked back at The Girl, only to see a child hiding on it's own irked thoughts. Oh, if it didn't remind him about amateur lab assistants, they would enter in the same 'retracted' stance whenever they screwed up big time... Like missing a supernova. Everyone knew that Severin hated to miss novae of any kind but, unlike your average Research Director, the Old Man would only extend himself to lecture on new procedures on how not to miss such events in the future.
The Doctor only shook his head, chuckling at the rather unexpected, but familiar, reaction of The Girl to his orders. Or rather, his requests.
"This Journey gets better with each passing day... !" - The Old Man would think loudly, muttering his own thoughts almost instinctively. Again, a smile would form on his partly hidden, wrinkled face. No matter how infuriated Wan Nabes was at the moment - and how it did bother Severin - nothing was able to spoil the joy of discovery to a prime example of scientist that Benedict Severin considered himself to be. From the moment the Doctor joined pieces of the puzzle from what Harkahn had said, just minutes ago, with the arrival of this supposed Notpsace Wanderer, he had been conducting a flippant experiment. A discreet, but unfathomably imporant Social Experiment. Severin was not even close to a dignified Sociologist or a Psychologist with a wide a long carreer and a wide amount of hard-earned degrees, but, being the first one to make contact with a, probable, alien being, with so many human likenesses, could make all the difference on Severin's Ultimate Ambition.
The Astrophysicist would patiently wait until The Girl would bring herself to tag along. What Severin did not expect, however, was the ridiculously small distance She would be apart from him. The Youth stuck like superglue and, despite the Doctor's concealed efforts to either step a bit ahead of her or divert his path to the sides, he just wasn't able to get that sticky Girl from his behind! Yes, he was fascinated, but he couldn't bear near physical contact, even from his colleagues, let alone from a 'creature' of yet unknown origins. When Severin was just about to turn around to calmly shove her a few inches away, She spoke again.
"Hm? What was that... ?" - The Old Man would halt for a brief moment, as if something She said, or do, bothered him deeply. Still, not even a couple seconds later, he resumed his brief journey into the Kingsbane. And then She would speak again... Only now, Severin figured out what She was doing.
"... This can't be... It's impressive!" - She was mimicking Severin's words. With pinpoint memory.
He boasted a mind of exceptional brilliance, but even the well-developed brain of Benedict Severin wasn't able to retain a memory of such broadness and recording speed. She was reciting things exactly how the Doctor said just some moments ago! His smile got wider, he could barely believe it. An Alien Contact with a Homo Aliufere Sapiens. By the second time. And a peaceful contact, the first of it's kind. Everyone worth of the title 'Scientist' would immediately throw a party at the exact moment, yet, Severin steel-reinforced discipline easily contained such urges, only expressed through his smile.
Gently, he lifted his arm to his goggles, calmly pressing on a button, making a sphere and some words appear on it's lens, blinking in a menacing shade of red.
● REC
"Recording. Astrophysicist Benedict Severin. Log C.A. 76. New Entry: Unwanderer." - Severin would then divert his black and blinking red gaze from his 'specimen', still bearing a wide and cheerful smile.
"It's been six months since our departure from Oassari and it's fall to Gigasanthos. Our allies have been either destroyed or joined their ranks with the Enemy, while lesser paramilitary forces have retreated into the Hidden Worlds. Carl coaxed the Captain - with absurd sums of money - to divert our escape to the search of planet Earth. This... Quest, however, have been proved largely fruitless for Carl. Still, we managed to achieve several discoveries and breakthroughs pertaining to the Maquinareum Nietzsche and many of the Captain's and my own objectives. We have made contact with three or two entirely new civilizations, unfortunately hostile and, or, unwillingly to cooperate with our goals: The Kampferian and Galactic Empires. But one of our most impressive discoveries is the existence - or the opposite - of a possible Multiverse, one which my new acquaintance, Doctor Dorin Harkahn, refers as Notspace. A state of nonexistence that contradicts many of stubborn theories set in stone. Due to turbulent events, my research staff was not able to conduct further analysis on such... Place. However, another surprise have, much literally, appeared in front of my very eyes..."
After hearing the rather long monologue, The Girl would have Severin slowly turning his empty gaze - save for the blinking red circle - towards her, as the duo kept walking...
"As I personally named it, an Unwanderer. After Doctor Harkahn detected Notspace anomaly within the Kingsbane, he alerted that we might have somebody else inside. I was naive to believe that it was fruit of something we couldn't yet understand, but, oh, have I been wronged by my eyes. This Girl, obviously confused about the environment around her... Haha, walked right into the trap. The subject came straight into the Observatory. She was given the task to deliver the Captain's Cigars amidst the confusion of Notspace! It was a stroke of luck that She managed to find me instead of the Captain first. Back on subject, this Youth uses a language not even known by the Mainframe, yet, it's structure possess a striking resemblance of ancient Indo-Arabic languages. This Youth, then, would proceed to perfectly mimick the few words I have spoken to her not to mention it's utter curiosity about the ship's environment... It's like this Girl can't even be classified as an Aliufere, there are uncanny resemblances to us. Will develop the entries for Unwanderer at a late time. End of Log. C.A. 76."
Again, pressing the button on his goggles, the red blinking sphere disappeared and Severin would finally shut himself up.
It wouldn't take too long for the duo to finally leave the pale white rooms of the Research Department back towards the steel-plated access halls of the Kingsbane. However, there was something wrong. Something was missing. The irate and diabolical screams seemingly fuelled by one million lost souls? Gone. Save for it, everything would almost stay right as they were before the Girl stumbled into the Research Department. All along their trek, Severin would stay silent, often leaving a discrete "Hello." or "I'm feeling excellent, thank you." to many of the people the duo would pass by.
Approaching a trash can, Severin almost were taken by the urge of dunking this strange and bulky object he was flailing around... Until he remembered it was Wan Nabes Top Priority Package. The Doctor would stop halfway on the utter disaster he was about to unleash, look at The Girl, let a chuckle and shove the box back to her before continuing on their journey, still giggling frequently.
... Finally, they would reach into a double bulkhead door... And the sight was horrifying.
All of it's plating would be in solid jet black with a rather unsettling, white drawing in the middle. An apparent human skull with deformed features. It's eyes transmitted wickedness and the desire for murder while some sort of obsolete weapon, a curved sword of sorts - A Scimitar - would be gripped tightly into it's demonic, razor-sharp teeth. All while a beret with the symbol of what appeared to be a crown torn apart by striking lightning hung over it's top part.
"KINGSBANE - SUCK MY DRAGON <****>, JESTER RICARD!" - Those words would be print right below it, with wide fonts.
The official flag of the Kingsbane. A creepy-looking demonic jolly roger with a utterly profane message to someone of immeasurable power. It reflected it's Captain personality quite well, it reeked of Wanheed Nabil Mustafa.
Severin hated it. He found that such thing should be exclusive to the many flags on the Artillery Cruiser's exterior, Jolly Rogers were supposed to be a tactical weapon for psychological threat. Imagery like that should be reserved to the eyes of enemies only. But, no. The Captain insisted to glue that damnable vision on one of the most active parts of his ship. Maybe it was a message to uncanny visitors, not yet known to the interiors of the Kingsbane... Such was the case of The Girl.
However, the Old Man just looked side-ways to his friend, noting that he hurriedly gave the 'Devil's Box' back to her just a few moments ago. Even though the Doctor would most keep jokes to himself he was a fan of slight black humor and used to be a genial prankster on his own youth. His smile was wide, with impish intent. He was crazy to know the Outsider's reaction to it before they finally went in to meet with Captain Wan Nabes.
'Earth' Solar System - Earth Four, Surroundings of Jungle City
Goodbye, Earth IV!
One would expect massive clouds of dust and leaves to circle around - as a short hurricane - the hybrid spacecraft that was waiting for the Ranger. Unavoidable consequence of machines with both compressed air jet and fission-based engines. This one, though, was quite different. For the soldiers who looked like they just escaped from some sort of animal shelter, it was easy to identify that this was a civilian spacecraft for personal use modified with lightweight armoring and sporting a defensive gauss cannon right next to it's entrance shaft, where the soldiers would be about to climb into. For that matter, the vehicle was extremely silent compared to a military grade hybrid spacecraft. It was originally for civilian use, after all. And silent engines are one of the most sought capabilities from rich owners of such machines.
Due to the it's mods, the thing was made quite ugly.
Yet, this Mad Ranger fellow felt like he absolutely trusted the functions of that machine, judging by the fact that he furiously darted towards the rope ladder, thrown down by the being that went the by call sign of 'Canary'. Still, he would stand his ground right next to the only way out of Earth IV, waiting for Sergei abd the Canids to climb inside. The Man in Red was the first one to come, with his pale-blue friend following right behind. Needless to say, The Ranger traded death glares with Dmitri as he climbed up.
The other three were taking long, however. Too long.
"C'mon, 'yo bunch, hurry up!" - A yell could be heard from the shaft where the duo would climb through. A female voice coming out from an apparent cyborg, a being completely covered in a black suit of high-tech light armor, a curved glass screen stood where it's human face was supposed to be at. It's voice would feel slightly muffled by white noise, just like the Ranger, albeit in much lesser intensity.
"What are you waiting for, Ghost?" - The female being would simply talk into the speaker inside the armor, connected to a private radio channel between her, the Ranger and a third person.
"Stand by, Canary, there's three more comin--"
"Oh my... OH MY GOD, CL~! What's that~?!" - The Mad Ranger was abruptly interrupted. Right after 'Canary' noticed how Dmitri looked like.
"... Later, Canary, we don't got tim--"
"JESUS CHRIST, THAT'S AN YINXEN~! Oh my, oh my, oh my~!!"
"... They're not Yinxen, Canary." - That's when CL would lift his palm towards his mask, gripping tightly around it as he shook his head in complete embarrassment. 'Canary' couldn't simply bear the sight of a canine being... Or any intelligent being that was not human, for that matter.
"THEY?! You mean there's more 'o them?! C'mon, Ghost! That thing is TOTALLY an Yinxen! It's just like what you said! Oh, heeheehee, this is my lucky day~!"
After enduring the little girl freakout from 'Canary', the Ranger finally had a chance to see why the three other canids were taking so long. And he couldn't believe his own damn eyes. At first, the Ranger was utterly amazed by the existence of canine beings distinct from the Yinxen. He could only think about getting back to the Kingsbane and leave them for study by the research personnel. That not to mention that they looked like very well skilled soldiers, specially by the fact they were so pompous of speaking with the fabled Mad Ranger as if he was just some sort staggering stranger who got lost from his mercenary brigade.
The truth had deeply disappointed CL...
The other two canids, the blondie and the darker one were carrying a partner that was standing just seconds ago. The Ranger did notice how sleepy he looked like, judging by how he was constantly yawning and by the row of rheum running from the sides of his rosy, sleepy eyes. He was exhausted. But, heck, this was no time to take a damn nap and let your friends carry you. The sight got worse and worse the more CL looked at it. That thing, that dog... "That mutt..." - ... Was not worth of holding a gun. It was disgusting.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL LIVING <****> ARE YOU THREE DOING?!? LET'S <*************> MOVE, <*******> IT!!!"
The Ranger snapped... Again.
His ticket to finally get out from Earth IV was being held from his grasp because of a lazy dog? This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be possibly real.
CL didn't even gave them a chance to answer or to actually step up. He went straight towards the trio, stepping heavily on the dirt towards them, throwing dozens upon dozens of the best curses he had on his profanity portfolio.
"You <*************>, you're taking me as some <*******> clown, is that it??? Throw that <*******> <****>-head lazy son-of-a-<*****> in the <*******> ground and let's <*************> go already, <*******> it."
... All while the Ranger flailed his arms furiously in front of them, almost like he was about to slap each one of the three.
Sector J84 - Moon 456
Illiya "Dragon Lady" Vs. Maria "Lock-On"
A lizard-like, crimson beast with grayish-white torso, bearing features of a young woman stood about twenty meters away from Maria. Though there was something uncommon with that creature, which could be easily noticed by Lock-On. The creature had fiery goldenrod eyes, parted with a thin slit in the middle of each one, not to mention it's towering size. The beast could almost double Maria in height, reaching about two meters and a half. It's limbs - arms, legs, fore paws and grip - thickly built, covered by layers of quite smooth-looking scales.
Still, she would just stand there, slowly coiling it's tail around her own leg as it held the 100mm barrel on it's strong paws. Hell, Maria could swear she was trembling as well. And that what was so strange.
"... R-Really?!" - The beast yelled, with very audible hesitation on it's voice. "W-Well... Get ready... !!"
Now, the thing talked. Her voice was slightly sibilant and somewhat acute, resembling a teenager recovering from a mild flu, always with kind of a hoarse voice. The way on which she nervously spoke and stood took all of the intimidation it's beastly features were supposed to convey.
Illiya's emotions were consuming her. For almost a month, she have trained for this fateful encounter with Maria Lockheart and whatever weapons and tricks she had hidden in her sleeves, the Dragon Lady, however, was so embroiled in her training that she started to admire the reason of it all.
She was more than physically fit to fight Lock-On. The same couldn't not be about her psych.
For the first time in her short, battle scarred life, Illiya's 'emotional side' was starting to take over her 'inner warrior', right amidst a conflict. If it wasn't mildly unsettling, it was quite laughable the fact that Illiya... Was just standing there, afraid to act, afraid to do her purpose. Afraid to harm.
She looked back to the wrecked of her spacecraft. She diverged her eyes to the vastness of 456. She looked at the 2m steel bar on her grip, but, at all costs, tried to avoid eye contact with Lockheart. It was one of her idols, damn it! How was she able to Maria any harm at all? Well, the best that The Dragon Lady could do was to conceal her emotions using her battle knowledge...
Even though Maria probably had something of higher caliber with her, Illiya knew her own arms and legs could easily absorb - or even ricochet - bullets of varying low to medium calibers. With that in mind, she lifted her arm in front of her draconian face, for the sole purpose of protecting her eyes... From Maria's stare, that is.
"O-Okay, Illiya... Calm down... R-Remember what... C-Carl said on how to protect myself... A-And don't hit her too hard..." - The Dragon Lady knew that once she took the offensive, her mind would be taken into a deep martial trance that would, by consequence, block almost completely all of her emotions until her target have been, either killed, or unable to fight. Usually, Illiya would control the outcomes for her enemy but, still, she was afraid to do hurt Maria seriously. She wasn't even sure she could really take the bounty hunter down.
"L-Look at you, Illiya... T-This is the time of your life! Y-You won't get her attention by proving to be a damn coward!"
A little self encouragement was all that the Dragon Lady really needed.
"... Let's do this." - Illiya's fiery eyes widened. The grip on her makeshift was strong to the point that it bent it's rigid steel frame. A thick puff of smoke shot out from her nostrils... And she uncovered her face.
The Beast was released again.
Baring a wide, teethy grin, Illiya nervous stance switched completely. Her draconian face now wore utter defiance against what she felt before about Lock-On. Idolized superiority twisted into deep rivalry. The Dragon Lady was more than sure that Maria could pack a good fight and be able to hold her off. After all that training, it was finally time for the bounty hunter to be bested by an Adoring Fan.
"Hear me out, Maria Lockheart!" - The same words that fell to deaf ears when Maria was chased. These words now were very much clear. Illiya didn't think twice...
"Hear the roar of Illiya!"
With a fierce, zigzagging dash towards Maria, the Dragon Lady started to spin her 100mm barrel with so much strength that it became an intense circular blur, making the air around it strongly blow. Much like two spinning blade. Bright yellow flames started to escape from the sides of Illiya's maw as her battle groans turned into a beastly roar. The very ground trembled each time the Dragon Lady struck the ground with her feet.
Providing that the zigzag maneuver was able to divert most of Maria's bullets - or if any of it would make Illiya flinch - the beast would leap far high into the air, finally unleashing a huge ,but quite harmless, fireball from her mouth from above her rival! It would be most likely distract Maria even she wasn't able to just shrug it off.
... And that's when Illiya landed, producing a loud thud... Just a few inches away from Maria.
"... Suck on this!" - with the speed and strength of a runaway car, the Dragon Lady unleashed her vicious strike in attempt to struck her rival's left side!
"... Damn it, THAT was too hard... Sorry~"
May contain some typing/grammar/coherency errors.
"Sir, the ship is no where to be detected, but no sign's of warp though" the operator said "It doesn't matter as long as there gone for now, the rescue time is about to be there anyway, but report all ships to keep there guard up" the captian order as he continue to scan the 458 for any other beings.
On the surface...
Maria stood as she looks at the dragon-kin being getting a good analysis of her through her own mind, impressed by the sight of her or it since there wasn't a whole lot of physical features to indicate if the dragon-kin was male or female. Once it spoke, Maria got all of her info from just that. Dragon kin was a woman named Illiya and since Maria doesn't recall facing any dragon kin on her travels, its a safe bet to say that Illiya is a greenhorn bounty hunter enticed by her bounty on her head. Maria sat up and crossed her arms not planning to draw her pistol or even any weapon at all. The bounty took an interst in Illyia not because on what she said but how she acted. Maria remained quite for her Illyia to gloat as she continues to stare her down and when she went to cover her face, Maria gave a light hearted grunt as she pulls out a cigar, she knew what her own attack was gonna be and plans to end it quickly
Once Illyia charged her down, she was impressed on how she approached zigzag if Maria where to fire. Maria said to herself in a Sean Connery accent "Just need one ping, one ping only" and then the fireball came down, her eyes went wide not wanting to burn and so she hopped back, getting it to light her cigar in which she was pleased to see and then the actual attack in mere moments, Illyia's stomping on the ground gave Maria her que to act quickly and so when the strike to her left side was incoming, everything around her went slow, she dug her feet into the ground and took a stance to give her more balance and control, she tucked in her right arm and threw her left forearm to block the strike and once it connected a large shockwave was created launching the rushing incoming soldiers onto the ground as the ground around Maria and Illyia cracked and fragmented a bit, still stable to stand and walk on. Maria looks at the dragon-kin and says "Kid, you have a lot to learn, but I'm willing to teach though" and with that, her right arm came out from being tucked away she brings it out with as much force as she can her own and punches Illyia on her human like chest, going off of that a dragons weakness is there underbelly and this part looked different from the rest and so she merely though of it as a weak spot. The punch would be so force full would come off of Illyia's back and possibly either leave her breathless or knock her out from the lack of oxygen, either way Maria would catch her into her arms.
And if Illyia didn't go down Maria would force her down by pushing the whatever hit her left arm away even though that arm felt weak from the force, but either way, Maria would grab her Illyia's waist and suplex her into the ground head first and hard to at least knock her out...
On the surface...
Maria stood as she looks at the dragon-kin being getting a good analysis of her through her own mind, impressed by the sight of her or it since there wasn't a whole lot of physical features to indicate if the dragon-kin was male or female. Once it spoke, Maria got all of her info from just that. Dragon kin was a woman named Illiya and since Maria doesn't recall facing any dragon kin on her travels, its a safe bet to say that Illiya is a greenhorn bounty hunter enticed by her bounty on her head. Maria sat up and crossed her arms not planning to draw her pistol or even any weapon at all. The bounty took an interst in Illyia not because on what she said but how she acted. Maria remained quite for her Illyia to gloat as she continues to stare her down and when she went to cover her face, Maria gave a light hearted grunt as she pulls out a cigar, she knew what her own attack was gonna be and plans to end it quickly
Once Illyia charged her down, she was impressed on how she approached zigzag if Maria where to fire. Maria said to herself in a Sean Connery accent "Just need one ping, one ping only" and then the fireball came down, her eyes went wide not wanting to burn and so she hopped back, getting it to light her cigar in which she was pleased to see and then the actual attack in mere moments, Illyia's stomping on the ground gave Maria her que to act quickly and so when the strike to her left side was incoming, everything around her went slow, she dug her feet into the ground and took a stance to give her more balance and control, she tucked in her right arm and threw her left forearm to block the strike and once it connected a large shockwave was created launching the rushing incoming soldiers onto the ground as the ground around Maria and Illyia cracked and fragmented a bit, still stable to stand and walk on. Maria looks at the dragon-kin and says "Kid, you have a lot to learn, but I'm willing to teach though" and with that, her right arm came out from being tucked away she brings it out with as much force as she can her own and punches Illyia on her human like chest, going off of that a dragons weakness is there underbelly and this part looked different from the rest and so she merely though of it as a weak spot. The punch would be so force full would come off of Illyia's back and possibly either leave her breathless or knock her out from the lack of oxygen, either way Maria would catch her into her arms.
And if Illyia didn't go down Maria would force her down by pushing the whatever hit her left arm away even though that arm felt weak from the force, but either way, Maria would grab her Illyia's waist and suplex her into the ground head first and hard to at least knock her out...
Q accepts Arthur's hand for balance and gets up off of the ground. "Thank you for the concern, Arthur. I'm... fine."
That was quite the beast. She was surprised it had gone down so easily. It's armor was almost pierced too easily.
The technology was in stark contrast to what she was used to.
She could hear the tapping coming from inside the dragon. Could this, instead of an intelligent automation, be a craft with a pilot inside? Loose gears? A bomb even?
She felt that, after the last few minutes, she could handle a blast to the face in the worst of cases.
"Hang on a second, Arthur. I'll handle whatever this... tapping is." Q's palms glowed a bright blue again, but instead of firing a beam, they both formed energy daggers, maintaining as consistent a shape as they could. Q pressed both of her palms against the dragon's scales, hoping to slice through them and open up a hole in the side.
She carefully and painstakingly attempted to carve out a circle, to let whatever was inside the machine... out.
Iril didn't really like this new character, but she said nothing. There was really nothing she could do, anyways.
She looked back at the spot where her right arm used to be. If she at least had her right arm with her, she could find a way to re-attach it somehow, she was sure.
She disliked the fact that her creators had failed to make her something that was workable in these situations.
This feeling of distress was escalated by Papyus warning of others entering the area. Iril would be in a tough spot with only one arm.
As the group got to know the newcomer and discussed their situation with her, Iril would still say nothing. Instead, she glanced about the area, looking for something she could attach to her right arm-socket in a makeshift manner
"You might be able to bully or convince our other sisters to join your crazy cause, but I can see right through you, Z. You don't care about them either. I'd bet you'd get rid of them at any convenience, you dirty backstabber. Count me out."
"You're either with me or against me, B. There is no grey area. I will have my victory... and I won't have anyone get in my way and get out alive. You know well what I'm capable of... we were both built for the same reason, after all." Z was becoming impatient. Her gaze gradually became more and intense. More and more angry.
"I've given up my life of destruction!" B's maw-hand clenched, sending sparks into space. "I'm not what my creators made me to be. You claim to be different, but all I see is a stone cold killing machine. Do you really think I'm going to believe you've changed in the slightest?!"
"So, you're not going to get involved? Is that what I'm hearing, my sister?" Z pointed to her head, mockingly asking if the transmissions she was getting were indeed correct. "You're not gonna fight if I step outta line? That's quite unlike you, B... but yooooou've changed, so I guess you're sooo much more trustable than I."
B was not amused. "You heard me. I want no part of this. I will not help or hinder you. You might as well consider me dead to you at this point."
Hrmph. Not even B would join with her. One of Z's most violent sisters... normally so eager to wreck and destroy... was now pledging against destruction all together?! What was she going to do with that jagged crusher of a hand, pick flowers?! Z could not take it. She could not allow it. She wanted to strangle the energy out of her sister. Figuratively dead to her wasn't enough. Z wanted B to be LITERALLY dead. Did B know who she was speaking out against?! Did B know that she had no chance in this galaxy without HER?!
Z contained her rage. A conniving smile grew on her face. She would start here as planned, with or without her sister.
"Very well, B. If you have no business with me and do not wish to interfere... then you will go."
One of Z's hands flickered and faded. Without warning, a hard-light sphere formed around Arena's yacht. Z had been keeping track of it's movements and it's signals the whole time. Slowly, the sphere started to pull the Yacht closer and closer to Z.
B, however, did not budge. Her eye instead focused on the tiny yacht now being dragged towards her sister. B had paid no attention to it before... but now the yacht was the focus of many rapid thoughts, sensors, and analyzers. She looked at the yacht... then back to her sister.
The yacht.
Her sister.
"B, darling... you can go now. Why are you still here? Didn't I say that I wouldn't hurt you, hm? Shoo, Shoo~"
The sphere began to grow spikes on the inside. Unbreakable spikes of an unachieveable sharpness that slowly encroached upon the yacht, threatening to pierce even the strongest of armor. The force unable to be stopped, the material unable to be shattered.
Z watched for horrified reactions from whoever was unlucky enough to be trapped inside the sphere. Occasionally glancing back to B to see if she had left. She looked at the yacht... then back to her sister.
The yacht.
Her sister.
She hadn't left.
"B... Do I have to say it slowly for you?
YOU.
CAN.
LEAVE.
NOW."
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. B's eye glowed a violent blue, and Z's face went from a menacing expression to one of angered shock.
A deafening sound. A violent vibration. B let loose an energy beam more than two kilometers wide straight from her eye and right at Z.
There was an explosion. Smoke billowed from the beams impact, sparks flew into space.
The hard light sphere around Arena's yacht flickered out of existence... and there was silence.
B's frame shook. Her maw clanked against itself uncontrollably for a second. She cursed herself silently. She had gotten involved after all... just like Z wanted, no doubt. She couldn't just let that happen... She... she couldn't...
Movement. The smoke dissipated.
The first thing that B saw was the face of her sister.
Maliciously grinning.
"Heh... heh heh... Heh heh heh..." Z laughed.
B trembled. Oh no. Oh no no no no.
"Remember when you said that I should consider you dead to me, B?"
B readied all of her weapons. Everything was online. Prepared for any attack Z would throw at her.
"I'M GOING TO MAKE THAT A DEATH WISH!!" Z blasted over the transmission signal. The hard light hands lashed out and grabbed their foe with a tight grasp. Z's thrusters activated, and the two giant robots began careening towards the planet in the background.
That was one thing B was not prepared for.
That was quite the beast. She was surprised it had gone down so easily. It's armor was almost pierced too easily.
The technology was in stark contrast to what she was used to.
She could hear the tapping coming from inside the dragon. Could this, instead of an intelligent automation, be a craft with a pilot inside? Loose gears? A bomb even?
She felt that, after the last few minutes, she could handle a blast to the face in the worst of cases.
"Hang on a second, Arthur. I'll handle whatever this... tapping is." Q's palms glowed a bright blue again, but instead of firing a beam, they both formed energy daggers, maintaining as consistent a shape as they could. Q pressed both of her palms against the dragon's scales, hoping to slice through them and open up a hole in the side.
She carefully and painstakingly attempted to carve out a circle, to let whatever was inside the machine... out.
Iril didn't really like this new character, but she said nothing. There was really nothing she could do, anyways.
She looked back at the spot where her right arm used to be. If she at least had her right arm with her, she could find a way to re-attach it somehow, she was sure.
She disliked the fact that her creators had failed to make her something that was workable in these situations.
This feeling of distress was escalated by Papyus warning of others entering the area. Iril would be in a tough spot with only one arm.
As the group got to know the newcomer and discussed their situation with her, Iril would still say nothing. Instead, she glanced about the area, looking for something she could attach to her right arm-socket in a makeshift manner
"You might be able to bully or convince our other sisters to join your crazy cause, but I can see right through you, Z. You don't care about them either. I'd bet you'd get rid of them at any convenience, you dirty backstabber. Count me out."
"You're either with me or against me, B. There is no grey area. I will have my victory... and I won't have anyone get in my way and get out alive. You know well what I'm capable of... we were both built for the same reason, after all." Z was becoming impatient. Her gaze gradually became more and intense. More and more angry.
"I've given up my life of destruction!" B's maw-hand clenched, sending sparks into space. "I'm not what my creators made me to be. You claim to be different, but all I see is a stone cold killing machine. Do you really think I'm going to believe you've changed in the slightest?!"
"So, you're not going to get involved? Is that what I'm hearing, my sister?" Z pointed to her head, mockingly asking if the transmissions she was getting were indeed correct. "You're not gonna fight if I step outta line? That's quite unlike you, B... but yooooou've changed, so I guess you're sooo much more trustable than I."
B was not amused. "You heard me. I want no part of this. I will not help or hinder you. You might as well consider me dead to you at this point."
Hrmph. Not even B would join with her. One of Z's most violent sisters... normally so eager to wreck and destroy... was now pledging against destruction all together?! What was she going to do with that jagged crusher of a hand, pick flowers?! Z could not take it. She could not allow it. She wanted to strangle the energy out of her sister. Figuratively dead to her wasn't enough. Z wanted B to be LITERALLY dead. Did B know who she was speaking out against?! Did B know that she had no chance in this galaxy without HER?!
Z contained her rage. A conniving smile grew on her face. She would start here as planned, with or without her sister.
"Very well, B. If you have no business with me and do not wish to interfere... then you will go."
One of Z's hands flickered and faded. Without warning, a hard-light sphere formed around Arena's yacht. Z had been keeping track of it's movements and it's signals the whole time. Slowly, the sphere started to pull the Yacht closer and closer to Z.
B, however, did not budge. Her eye instead focused on the tiny yacht now being dragged towards her sister. B had paid no attention to it before... but now the yacht was the focus of many rapid thoughts, sensors, and analyzers. She looked at the yacht... then back to her sister.
The yacht.
Her sister.
"B, darling... you can go now. Why are you still here? Didn't I say that I wouldn't hurt you, hm? Shoo, Shoo~"
The sphere began to grow spikes on the inside. Unbreakable spikes of an unachieveable sharpness that slowly encroached upon the yacht, threatening to pierce even the strongest of armor. The force unable to be stopped, the material unable to be shattered.
Z watched for horrified reactions from whoever was unlucky enough to be trapped inside the sphere. Occasionally glancing back to B to see if she had left. She looked at the yacht... then back to her sister.
The yacht.
Her sister.
She hadn't left.
"B... Do I have to say it slowly for you?
YOU.
CAN.
LEAVE.
NOW."
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. B's eye glowed a violent blue, and Z's face went from a menacing expression to one of angered shock.
A deafening sound. A violent vibration. B let loose an energy beam more than two kilometers wide straight from her eye and right at Z.
There was an explosion. Smoke billowed from the beams impact, sparks flew into space.
The hard light sphere around Arena's yacht flickered out of existence... and there was silence.
B's frame shook. Her maw clanked against itself uncontrollably for a second. She cursed herself silently. She had gotten involved after all... just like Z wanted, no doubt. She couldn't just let that happen... She... she couldn't...
Movement. The smoke dissipated.
The first thing that B saw was the face of her sister.
Maliciously grinning.
"Heh... heh heh... Heh heh heh..." Z laughed.
B trembled. Oh no. Oh no no no no.
"Remember when you said that I should consider you dead to me, B?"
B readied all of her weapons. Everything was online. Prepared for any attack Z would throw at her.
"I'M GOING TO MAKE THAT A DEATH WISH!!" Z blasted over the transmission signal. The hard light hands lashed out and grabbed their foe with a tight grasp. Z's thrusters activated, and the two giant robots began careening towards the planet in the background.
That was one thing B was not prepared for.
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