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<Rho> Well I'd call that a good fight. The Bloodseeders sure think so, judging by the cheering. I'd imagine the fire had something to do with it. Amazingly, despite collapsing after that technique he used, Theta was still trying to drag himself back to his feet. Or at least he was, until a big crack ran up his arm and he ground to a halt. He waved Mithril off when she walked up to him, though; suppose he knows best how to recover from his own technique. Amidst all the cheering, however, I noticed someone with their head down, namely Quicksilver. I could see his shoulders shaking a bit. When I tapped him on the back, however, he turned to face me with the largest grin possible. At my questioning look, he clarified, "The sound of my name, shouted in the tone of pure, seething rage. Must be a good day, because I haven't even done anything yet!" I swatted him across the forehead and turned away. Shoulda known something like that would only be funny in his eyes. Better than him being bothered by it, anyway. Broody Quicksilver is never any fun. Because I'd turned around, though, I missed him tapping his fingers on one of his leg holsters, the look on his face having instantly turned contemplative. Deciding to look for someone a bit more serious, I hunted down Sigma in the crowd. He had that sort of examiner's look on his face, and he barely budged when I sat next to him. "Penny for your thoughts?" I prodded. "You'll have to go up to a dollar," came the swift reply. "To be honest, I can't help but feel Theta wasn't fighting at his best. For all the times I've seen him fight, he's been more akin to a force of nature than a person. So I question why it is he feels so... muted?" he muttered, rubbing his fingers together beneath his chin. I rolled my shoulders noncommittally. "I haven't really had many chances to see Theta or Sapphire fight before now, so hey, it was enlightening for me. The Absolute Zero thing in particular was kind of... um... terrifying, I'd say?" Sigma nodded, "Seems unwieldy, though. Too much of a drain." I shrugged again. I mean hey, at least he wasn't setting his soul on fire. Well, that's all been quite exciting, but I think we were doing something before the whole Bazaar thing came up...? Seems to have slipped my mind. I hate that, that feeling like when you walk into a room, pause, and go "Why'd I come in here?" ... Crap, now it's gonna bug me until someone reminds me. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<Trombe> "We gotz 'im on da ropes now, boyz!" I bellowed as I leapt in for maybe the fifth time, blades first, to swing at Tectus. "Gotz a lotta enagee fer sumwun bleeding dat much," Skys***ter called back from a decidedly safer distance, content to simply grab any nearby gun and fire until it started clicking before moving to the next one. I mean sure, I'm bleeding from all over the place, I'm pretty sure I've ruptured blood vessels in both eyes and I think my left eardrum burst from one of those nastier hits to my head, I believe a few of my ribs are broken and my left leg doesn't want to move the way I want it to, but hey, I'm still having fun! And the Tectus-rock-monster has a bunch of notches cut into him, so all in all I think I'm coming out better here. I'm sure the casual observer would disagree, like the scrub they are. I mean, it's not a real fight unless you've got some wounds to show for it, ya know? Scars add personality! So far, Tectus has managed to fight us three or four floors up from where we started, chasing us through the halls the whole time. He's big and tough and impossible to stop and can throw out massive attacks that could possibly bring the entire mountain down, but we've got a decided numbers advantage. Every other door seems to have a half a dozen Boyz waiting behind it to open fire. Not all of them have survived the counterattacks, but the bigger, meaner ones have held on to keep at him. In a particular bout of luck, one of the groups we happened past contained one Boy nearly as large as I am, holding a great stonking Choppa and roaring to go. Didn't know we had us a Mega Nob in the house. He's kept at it just about as well as I have. Starting to get kinda close to the entrance. Think maybe we can hit him with some of the aircraft guns and see what he thinks of that. I mean, if the ever-growing swarm of Boyz tailing us doesn't overwhelm him first, heheh. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<Epsilon> I'd say we've found the main front line. Not like the trail of devastation was difficult to follow. Barricade was easy to pick out in the mayhem since he's huge and all; it seems our Boyz have mostly clustered around him as he pushes forward like the unstoppable force. The Blue Pikmin seem to have some sort of hydro cannons on their side, but while they can do some rather nasty things to anyone else, all they can really do to Barricade is slow him down. However, that seems to be enough since they're currently packed into one of the tubes between the spheres; the chokepoint is keeping Barricade from mounting an effective offense. I think I can fix that... "Seems like a target rich environment. Aim anywhere, that bolter should be enough to kill no matter where you hit," I told Pluto as I converted Pandora to its rifle form, took aim, and reduced some unfortunate Blue Pikmin's head to a smear. "And try not to stay in one place for too long," I told him as I headed off to find a better vantage point. _____________ Black Scythe He hadn't exactly been expecting much resistance, but this was kind of pitiful. What few Yellow Pikmin they did encounter either fled or died too quickly to derive any kind of entertainment, either for him or the Phantoms. Mostly, the only that that had slowed them down even remotely was the structure's many traps. That vast majority of them were wall-mounted tesla coils, blasting anyone that came through with several thousand volts of electricity. Unfortunately for them, the Phantoms couldn't exactly be killed - if they were too damaged, he could merely reabsorb them for a bit - while Black Scythe himself barely even noticed the electricity and simply walked through each trap as if it weren't there. The rest of the traps largely consisted of spikes or blades popping out of the walls and floor. Again, mostly ineffective against Black Scythe and the Phantoms. No, the one thing that proved the most aggravatingly difficult to overcome was the bridges. There were apparently several gaps throughout the mountain the Throne had built into, and rather than entire sections, there were only bridges over some of them. This apparently had been done to form chokepoints, and very, very effective ones at that, because every single one of the damn things was buffeted by gale-force winds. Where they were coming from, he couldn't tell, but it made crossing them a pain in the ass, as it made footing difficult on the slick tiles the flooring was made of, and the Yellow Pikmin were, of course, firing at him the whole time. Even this, of course, could do little more than slow him down. Every time he caught up with them, a few more died. How many before the real prize came out of hiding, he wondered? Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
<]-Mithril-[> SO. Imma gonna tell you want happened after the afterbattle commentary since the ordinary exposition is too boring and would take too long. Ok GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO First off Rune had a paranoia attack again. Remember those lights from the underground greenhouse thing that Rho and those Bloodseed took into the base? No? WELL RUNE SURE DID. I'm not sure if those lights are still intact, but she put some kind of abracadabra antispy spell on those lights for some reason. Yeah okay. Speaking of spy, Quicksilver's gonna go up to Omicron to deliver those evily-evil magic book pages along with information on our base, our Social Security numbers, stupid gossip tabloid magazines, everyone's secrets, and info on Chi's secret leprechaun glowstem friends. But luckily Orvtre's here to save the day! But more on that later. Oh by the way the Pink Pikmin/Light Seraphim Hero Squad member, Bloodriver/Xenon, has finally made her debut! She was apparently a general from 1000 years ago. I think I spotted Quicksilver give a look of surprise for like a second or so, wondering where and when Orvtre recruited her. HAHAHAHAHA looking like you don't know everything f***ING SPYYYYYYYYYYY The medic duo that isn't the aforementioned fusion from 1000 years ago, Gamma and Orbin I believe, are going on the path of goo again. Sigma and Rho going back where Rho was before, Zeta and Brox going where Zeta was before. Rune, Bloodriver/Xenon, and I have yet to decide where to go. The others save Orvtre aren't going back in. Cut to Orvtre's conversation with that damn spy Quicksilver. Okay let's go. ... Nah. tl;dr: Orvtre wanted to go up with Quicksilver to meet Omicron; Quicksilver may or may not have objected; Orvtre insisted because Orvtre wanted to talk with Omicron about apologies, saving Strosek, and about how Seraph is a pain in the neck. Additionally on the apology front: Orvtre said it was better to confess and deal with mistakes earlier, rather than having it blow up in your face later. Quicksilver, however, being an idiot who thinks he's smarter than he really is, didn't come clean, so we'll get to pwn him later on. Okay. So yeah Orvtre will be keeping an eye on Quicksilver so that he doesn't spill all our secrets. Orvtre also told us to tell hir when we see that Blasting Corkwhatever. I, along with Rune and the new fusion person, will go inside Shadow Labs again a little bit after the others do. I think Bloodriver/Xenon's going with Gamma&Orbin. |
<Quicksilver> I'm sure Orvtre is quite aware that I'm aware of him staring at me, but that doesn't seem to be stopping him. Rude. Whatever, I'll play nice and ignore it for the moment, the pages are more interesting. We are - once again - on a shuttle up to the colony, this time with some actually good news. You know, for once. While I'm sure it's a totally fruitless endeavor, I've been inspecting the three pages, flipping through them every once in a while. Eventually, I suppose Orvtre's curiosity got the better of him. "What exactly are you doing?" I flicked a glance in his direction. "Translating them. Well, trying to translate them, if I'm being honest." All that got was a raised eyebrow. "Just a matter of looking for common symbols and trying to put together an alphabet, then looking for grammar clues." "I'm aware of the process," Orvtre muttered. "Why, though?' I shrugged. "Boredom, I guess? Not often you get to try translating ancient, unknowable languages, and it's not like I can get at the full book to try reading it." Another raised eyebrow. I get the impression he's trying to egg me into giving out free info. Whatever, I'll bite. "The Book itself is on lockdown. Not like I can just waltz up and read the thing," I explained, refraining from mentioning that removing it from said lockdown tended to immediately wake up Strosek. No reason to give way too much for free. "So you don't have, say, special permission to read it?" I snorted and flipped to a different page, being careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Ha, no. And I don't particularly feel like trading anything just for the chance." Orvtre blinked a few times, making a few mental connections before continuing. "Omicron has mentioned something to the tune of that 'trading' before, particularly after we returned from Shadow's Cove. I believe L mentioned something similar. Do they have some kind of information sharing network?" I had to give him points for also maintaining a neutral expression. "Information trading," I stressed. "Once you've spent your freebies, you have to trade if you want anything else. Trade information, trade materials, trade favors, whatever it is, you need to trade. Fortunately," I continued, holding up the three pages, "These'll probably count for some pretty hefty favors." Orvtre didn't say anything else for the rest of the trip up, perhaps mulling over that bit of information. Probably thinking of what to get in exchange. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
When we arrived at the colony, to my surprise we were not greeted by Omicron. Instead, we were greeted by what appeared to be someone made of light. "Hey, been a while since I got to have a chat with you, Quicksilver. How's it been?" I blinked a few times before the voice registered, "Wait, Cycelea?" I boggled. "Heheh. I finally got into the hard light constructors. I've been trying to get into that thing forever. And then I changed the password algorithm, just because." I shook my head and muffled a snort of laughter. "Omicron's not gonna be in a bad mood over that, is he?" "He was for maybe a few minutes, but now he's just treating it as a challenge, as usual," Cycelea replied, shrugging. "So what brings you up here, anyway? I don't think you're scheduled for a check-up yet." Grinning, I held the pages up and flapped them a few times. "Nah, something I think he'll be verrrry interested in." A similar grin grew on Cycelea's face. "I see. I've sent a message out to him, he'll be here in-" Two yellow blurs approached before she could finish her sentence. One snatched the pages and flipped through them at high speed. The other one instead poked me in the back and said "boop" before zooming off. "Oh. Perhaps I should have warned you about Sloth's latest... ummm... experiment?" Cycelea muttered as I reached around to try to get at the spot he'd poked. After a few fruitless seconds - whatever he'd put there was in just the right spot to be unreachable - I instead turned my back to Orvtre. "Looks like some kind of patch?" Orvtre observed unhelpfully before reaching out to pull it off. Or at least tried, because one pull later, it was still quite stuck. "Ah, don't worry, it'll come off in a few minutes. Don't ask me what it is, though, because Sloth's only reply was 'you'll find out'," Cycelea said, temporarily adopting Sloth's slower, deeper voice. "I have run tests on the patches and the people they have been placed on and found nothing, before you ask. Whatever it is, he has hidden it well," the other yellow blur, confirming itself to be one of Omicron's simulacrums, spoke up, still flicking through the pages we'd brought. "Three... there were only three?" he muttered. "Yeah... is there a problem?" Orvtre ventured. Omicron let out a sigh and shook his head. "No, no... if there were only three, then asking for more is pointless," he grumbled. "Back to step one, then..." "I'd come to the conclusion that those pages belonged to the book that accompanies Strosek, correct? Were there more to find?" Orvtre prodded. Omicron stared at the pages for a moment before looking back up. "When I first brought Strosek here, the Book of the Silver Cross was missing thirty pages. Ten years of searching, and I have whittled that down to five.... well, two now. This has been a long and difficult effort, but I am now that much closer," he paused, one more looking at the pages. "Each of these pages constitutes an enormous favor. If you like, I did have... something prepared in advance." Orvtre and I glanced at each other and shrugged. "What kind of something?" Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
A few minutes later "Okay, this is nice." The "something" in question turned out to be a small biosphere with a few amenities, most importantly a link to the transport system. "Given how often we have had reason to converse, I found it inefficient to ask you to take the shuttle up to the colony every time. To that end, I have prepared this special colony for Hero Squad to use," he explained. "It has been located outside of the Interdiction field, so you may simply teleport to it if you need access to the colony, or simply want to chat. In addition, given your stated dislike for being watched, I have specially built this biosphere without any observation equipment save the communicator, which may only be activated from this end." "If you have anything you want, or something for me, this will provide a much faster and easier means than taking the shuttle every time." Gee, it only took having to join a hero group to finally get some easier access to this place. I kept an eye on Orvtre's reaction, hopefully this is something he'll go for. Something to make my maintenance less of a pain in the ass will be a godsend. Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
X-Pluto-X Pluto handed Epsilon some kind of communicator so they could keep in touch. At this point, it was basically just Pluto taking his gun, aiming at whatever enemy he could find, and firing. Pluto didn't have to aim particularly hard. He also didn't have to evade particularly hard either, since Barricade and the others were currently drawing the lion's share of enemy attention. It was after Pluto turned the dozenth or so Blue Pikmin's head into a splatter that some crazy f***er popped out of nowhere, armed with some kind of weird-ass super soaker and something attached to his torso, and charged at Pluto screaming at the top of his lungs. This was rather notable since most of the other defenders here weren't doing that. Although somewhat taken by surprise by the crazy Blue Pikmin, Pluto nonetheless managed to quickdraw and shoot the aforementioned Blue Pikmin in the head, causing the Blue Pikmin to crumple to the ground. For a split second, Pluto noticed what seemed to be some kind of heart mark on the Blue Pikmin's back... before the Black Pikmin had to dodge a hydro cannon that ripped the fallen Blue Pikmin's corpse to shreds. Though that was worth further investigation, Pluto couldn't dwell on that now. After all, things were starting to heat up. _________ <]-Mithril-[> SO. As I said before, Bloodriver/Xenon is going with Gamma and Orbin. What's new is that Rune has decided to go with Sigma and Rho since she'll be recruiting in Orvtre's place until Orvtre gets back, using a prerecorded message of Orvtre telling the creature to either become Orvtre's summon, retreat, or die. So that leaves me going along with Zeta and Broxigar... oh and Alpha too, but I don't think he'll become plot-relevant until later. Okay. A little observation and sidenote: Alpha almost always follows Zeta around. However, an exception occurred when the rest of Hero Squad went to Bustling Bazaar. For whatever reason, Alpha didn't follow Zeta around then. What was Alpha doing during that timeframe? Dunno, but that's probably hinting at something, but I'm fighting golems right now, so I'll get to that later. Soooooo golems. The smaller ones, no threat to me! No threat to Zeta either; wasn't paying attention to Broxigar at the time, because I was busy setting charged traps near the bigger golems. Traps that explode. Traps that breathe FIRE. Traps that slow the enemy golems down so Zeta can catch up to them and punch them. Traps that explode AND breathe FIRE AND slow. Oh hey, medium golems! Now these ones, they have attacks that can hurt me. Namely, goo attacks. This actually required me to split my attention between building traps and actually attacking the golem that was active. Good thing these medium ones still aren't that tough. Wonder how long that'll last, however... (edited 8 years ago) |
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<Gamma> List of things I expected to do today really didn't include "meet a thousand year old Pink Pikmin," but, you know. Sometimes life likes to throw a curveball at you. I'm sure Orbin constantly flicking glances in her direction is kinda rude, but considering my own curiosity on the matter I can't bring myself to reprimand him for it. Besides, she's not saying anything about it... Rather, Bloodriver seems far more interested in whatever the red-orange goo in the tanks is, constantly looking at the open pools at the sides of room. At first I thought maybe she was watching to make sure nothing came out of them, but now I'm not so sure. That's a particularly intense look she's got going there. "So," she said after a few minutes, prompting Orbin to pointedly look elsewhere, "why exactly is it that this laboratory has an enormous amount of blood in it?" There was an entirely too long moment of silence as Orbin and I stared at her. Resumed staring, in Orbin's case. "Don't tell me you didn't know that stuff was blood," she continued, an expression of mild amusement creeping over her face. The silence stretched out a bit more as all of the color drained from my and Orbin's faces. I looked at the streaks of color running up my arm and now reaching across my chest. "... I put my arm in that," I muttered. It certainly didn't smell like blood. "NOPE," Orbin shouted, throwing his hands up and plugging his ears, "NOT HAVING ANY PART OF THIS CONVERSATION ANYMORE." And Primordius was swimming in it, for who knows how long. Swimming in... I snapped my head back up. "Hold on, you're telling me all of it is blood?" "Yes," Bloodriver replied, "Strange, and very old, but definitely blood. I can control blood, so I can feel it all around me. There's... quite a lot of it stored here. Enough to put every battle I've ever seen to shame with its quantity." My face paled again. For what reason would someone store so much blood? "Here's the thing, though. All that blood? It's from a single source. All of this," she continued, gesturing at the room in general, "came from one creature. And I think it's still here, in the lab." I flicked my eyes to one of the open pools, to the canisters full of blood lining the walls. So much. Far too much. "How the hell did they get that much blood out of one creature?" I muttered in shock. "Time. Lots and lots of time. Come on, it has to be further in." Online gamers are the most ludicrously entitled beings since Caligula made his horse a senator, and at least the horse never said anything stupid. - Cracked.com |
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