Fight for Power
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<Omicron> Quicksilver's excitement for the personal colony is rather blatantly on display, so at least he likes it. Orvtre, however, was taking the time to look it up and down. "As I noted, there is no observation equipment within this sphere. In the interest of full disclosure, there is such equipment on the exterior, so as to watch for threats. This sphere is outside of colony airspace, after all." Orvtre seemed to take that into consideration for a moment before muttering something about setting up defenses of their own. A good idea; I will need to make sure the colony defenses do not fire at whatever they set up. "I'll... think about it. But uh... you said we could use this to request things from you?" I nodded. "Anything from large to small, though I do require some compensation. You do, of course, still have the other two pages remaining. You need not expend those favors immediately; I make certain to keep track of who I owe something to... and who owes me something." "Well, I had something in mind. Something fairly difficult, in fact," Orvtre said carefully, a calculating look in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow. A challenge, then. "Interesting. What exactly did you have in mind?" "A very rare material. In fact, I don't think it can even be made anymore, so you'd have to find some that already exists. The hardest part being that there's basically no chance of there being any on this planet." Exotic, extraplanetary material. Looks like I'm giving "A" a call. "Any details you could give me would make it easier to find," I prodded. This could be very interesting indeed. ____ (Forgot the details and didn't save a transcript) 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 |
<Quicksilver> Doing my level best to feign not listening to the conversation in favor of looking around our shiny new pod, I nevertheless kept a close ear on what the two were saying. Never know when any bit of information could come in handy. "There's not a whole lot more information, unfortunately," Orvtre huffed. "This material is ancient, crafted in the age of gods. The flux in reality coming from battles between them have made it impossible to create more of it, and unfortunately most of it that still exists would likely be in the hands of an existing faction. The only places you'd find any would be in locations too difficult to reach normally." 'That all seems to asking a bit much,' I thought privately, though it seemed Omicron disagreed. After a moment's contemplation, he nodded. "I will need to do some investigating, get in contact with a few people. I have a few possible candidates in mind already, in locations as well as what the material is. I believe that I can, in fact, retrieve this mystery material of yours with enough time." Hah, bet he'll be calling in a lot of favors to do it, though. Making a show of rifling through a few cabinets and containers, most of which were spotlessly empty, I actually happened upon something within one. Some kind of outfit? I pulled it out and flapped it open, which caught Omicron and Orvtre's attention. "Ah. That is for Sigma," Omicron explained. "Something he earned quite some time ago actually, but it has taken me, quite frankly, far too long to get to finishing it. I think he will like it." "Oh, good, was strange to see him running around not wearing anything for so long," I quipped, folding the outfit back up. This got a raised eyebrow from Omicron, but no further comment. I should probably make sure I get this outfit to Sigma before Rune has a chance to see it, paranoid as she is. "Oh yeah, we still have that other page, right?" Omicron nodded. "Of course. If there was anything else you wanted, you still have the third page as payment. Though preferably something a bit easier to get my hands on?" he continued dryly, a small smile creeping up on his face. 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 |
?-Orvtre-? The third page... I thought over what to spend that page on for quite a few minutes... ultimately, I decided to save that last favor for later. Now. for the other reason I came here. "Did you receive the message I sent you the other day?" I asked Omicron (well, Omicron's simulacrum). He nodded. "Apology accepted. The past is the past, what is done is done. Though you lacked haste in your rescue of the survivors, ultimately it would not have mattered how quickly you got down there. You would need to have arrived approximately three days earlier than you did, before I contacted you at all." I nodded, and pulled out a data drive to give to Omicron, handing said data to him. "I've talked with the rest of the Squad, and these are the segments of battle data we've agreed to share regarding Seraph and his servants. There are a few things omitted, but this should still be helpful for dealing with our common enemy." Omicron nodded, loading up the data onto his network. He was right in the middle of telling me that progress on his primary weapon against Seraph (Seraph's former robotic shell) was going well, when we were interrupted by a very audible explosion elsewhere. "Libera?" I asked. "Libera." Omicron sighed. "I suppose you wish to check up on him?" "I think I should probably do that..." I muttered. ___________ X-Shoutah-X WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!! Fun times were to be had when you could kill your enemies simply by shouting your warcry. Well, at least Shoutah found it fun. The Blue Pikmin defenders he blasted to bits by screaming probably didn't find it as enjoyable. s***tering a hydro cannon that almost blasted his face off, Shoutah continued smashing gitz with his voice on the front lines. |
<Trombe> Hope the flyboyz are ready, cuz here we come! My exit through the mountain's main doorway was a bit less graceful than I'd been aiming for, seeing as I was propelled through it by a punch from the huge rock monster currently chasing me, but hey, we're on the surface now. Pulling myself to my feet, I made sure to get myself well out of the line of fire before Tectus smashed through what was left of the door, gunshots still echoing from behind him. The sound of gunfire from behind was shortly joined by rather more gunfire from the front as twenty or so aerial craft unleashed hell in his general direction with far bigger guns that the Boyz inside were using. Whatever that bulky rock form was supposed to be capable of fighting, it wasn't this; it swiftly lost an arm in the hailstorm of bolter fire, chunks of the rest of it breaking away beneath the barrage. Tectus attempted to retreat back within the mountain, but found himself cut off by a storm of heavy bolter fire, a team of Nobz having caught up with the group that'd been chasing him. Even with all that, however, he was still hanging on. Tough old rock, I'll give him that. Launching explosive boulders at the Boyz and firing earthen spikes at the gunships, boy did he try to take some of us down with him. Might have managed it too, wasn't paying attention. No, I was waiting for my chance, and it finally arrived when Skys***ter burst out from the group in the back, hefted his hammer overhead, and slammed it down across the rock monster's back. Not enough to land the kill... but the impact knocked loose a large chunk from its front, exposing Tectus within it. Nobody even had a chance to react. I dove in like lightning, swords forward, and slammed both through Tectus's chest. A primal roar of rage was my reward, muffled somewhat by the fact I'd punctured both of his lungs. Before I could pull the blades back, the earthen form's remaining arm closed over the hole in its chest, trapping me in with Tectus. "With my final breath... I spit at thee. Feel... the fury... OF THE EARTH!" Tectus snarled, rather literally spitting blood at me as the rocks around us began to glow. I reached within myself to pull out just a bit of that power residing within me... ___________ ]]]Skys***ter[[[ Glowing things usually explode, don't they. "GET TA GROUND OR YER SQUIG FODDER!" I bellowed before diving behind the wall, out of sight of the rock monster. The moment seemed to drag on for entirely too long before the blast came, a thunderous roar that forced a massive shockwave of air through the entrance, bowling over everyone within. I felt my eardrums burst a moment before blacking out. I woke up several minutes later, a couple of the Boyz gathered around me. Bah, to think they'd gotten back up before I did. Shameful. Couldn't hear s*** either, a detail made obvious by the blood leaking out of my ears. Shaking off the ringing noise in my damaged ears, I pulled myself to my feet and stumbled forward to see the damage for myself. It took me a moment to register that the wall stopped well before where it had earlier. The entrance would be charitably described as a crater now, a massive black mark spreading across the ground outside for quite a ways past where Tectus had been standing. Near the middle two figures were sprawled on the ground. One was Tectus, now charred and missing the ends of his limbs. He was quite dead. At quite a distance from him was Trombe, similarly charred and bleeding profusely. One of his power swords was embedded in the ground uncomfortably close to him. We'd later find the other one sunk several feet into the wreckage of one of our airships, blown out of the sky by the blast. "s***. Send wunna da Doks down 'ere, ain't got time ta getz him back to der ship." 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 |
At Blackrock Descent... It was not long before one last large group of Brown and Purple Pikmin, clad in armor and armed with weapons, rushed Trombe, Skys***ter, and whatever Black Pikmin were along with them. This was probably the last major group of Blackrock defenders remaining, and they seemed determined to bring down as many Black Pikmin as possible to the grave with them as possible. The battle was a short but fierce one. Although ultimately hopeless for the Blackrock defenders, they nonetheless took down a decent number of Black Pikmin with them, helped by the invaders having recently taken Tectus's final explosion. Speaking of Tectus, his corpse had disappeared during the conflict, having vanished while both the attackers and defenders were distracted fighting each other. After the band of Blackrock defenders were mopped up, one of the Warbosses spoke of the possibility of Tectus returning, then dismissing it as impossible due to the lack of "With my last breath, I blahblahblah" in the nearby vicinity. After all, it's not like Tectus was ever coming back, right? |
|||Barricade||| The hydrocannons could only ever hope to slow me down. I am doom, inevitable and unstoppable. Those fool enough to try to impede me are simply trampled underfoot. Perhaps I should have kept Barricade with me at Sholazar... but as they say, hindsight is 20/20. As the Stealth Squad seems to have moved in, what with their hydro gunners being picked off one by one, our advance has now picked up speed, an unstoppable freight train plowing through our foes like they were paper. Leading the charge in this manner is rather intoxicating, I must admit. Doubly so when these gnats cannot hurt me. Crushing my way through another hastily-assembled line of Blue Pikmin, it occurs to me I've no idea where I'm going. We didn't exactly take the time to decipher where the leader of this little city is. But I suppose if all of our progress here goes this way, then it's simply a matter of time before we find whoever's calling the shots. And when I do, I'm going to make certain there's no body left. One undead blue Pikmin was plenty enough, thank you. 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 |
<Zeta> Ya think they could have maybe had more of these damn robots defending the place? Seriously. Miss shiny chrome might not mind much, but the bursts from... whatever that stuff is these things spray along the ground does kinda sting for those of us who have flesh. Since there's so damn many of the things, our progress through here has been kinda... slow, irritatingly enough. Gotta sloooooowly make our way through each and every one, watch where the goo goes, take down the next one. I was so focused on watching that goo jump that I kinda didn't notice the robots had gone up a size until the first one slammed a fist down atop me, releasing a big, fiery burst. "Shoulda made Rho come this way," I growled as I lifted the first off my head, pulled, and tossed the massive robot over me, slamming it back to the floor behind me. Fire's always been the most aggravating type of injury. Burn wounds ain't fun, even if it don't kill me. And, naturally, there's more than one of these huge ones. Course, Brox didn't care so much about the fire and gave one an axe to the great, big, red orb situated in the middle of it. The shell around it cracked, but didn't break completely. Not until Mithril slammed a huge hammer into it, anyway. I did much the same to the one I'd just flipped, but of course there's more. While Mithril and Brox charged at them directly, I picked up the one I'd just smashed and threw it across the room instead, flattening one with it while the other pulsed some kind of red wave through the room. As soon as it washed over me, there was a deeply unpleasant yanking feeling and I suddenly found myself much closer to it and with a huge, pounding headache. The headache was shortly made worse, by the addition of a robotic fist to the skull. Thanks for that. A string of expletives floated over from where I'd been standing, and then a bunch of trucks floated over and ran over the golem. Two more of them activated a little further down the hall. Brox, having apparently not been affected by the wave, charged toward them. "The f*** was that?" I growled, rubbing my temples. Mithril stomped past, making a very displeased sound that I couldn't really describe. Sorta like a chainsaw having intimate affairs with a woodchipper, but angrier. "All of your atoms swapped places with Mithril's. I think it was because she was closest, and you were furthest," drifted Alpha's voice from my side. I long ago learned not to be freaked out by him suddenly being next to me like that. You'd think the bright, shining light would be easy to notice, and you would be very wrong. "Yeah well let's not have that happen again, because that sucked," I muttered, trying to keep the contents of my stomach down. 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-[> You know, it just hit me. Not the matter-swapping attack I mean; that happens later. I've realized that since this fight is rather monotonous, I might as well use this chance to gather some data. I have some questions that need answering regarding the matter-swapping attack, such as: the attack's maximum range, how said attack interacts with clones, the maximum amount of individuals the attack affects, how the hell Alpha is automatically avoiding said attack, and whether or not the matter-swapping wave even does anything if there's only one target. Okay, so now the wave hits me. Prior to this log, I've covertly used my metal control to quietly set up a few instruments to get an estimate on the matter-swapping wave's maximum range, so that's one question answered. Had a case of nasty feedback from using clones to experiment, so there's another question down. The max amount of individuals affect appears to be two, I still dunno how Alpha's dodging it, and it's by this point I've dragged out Cliche Man for a cameo appearance and used him to soak up some of those red waves. Oh, and I've made a few measuring instruments out of metal disguised as some kind and gave them to Zeta and Brox, saying that I'm testing something out and that they might help relieve discomfort from the matter-swapping wave. This is technically true, if the placebo effect means anything. After a few minutes or so, I removed the measuring instruments from Zeta and Brox, and had them along with Alpha retreat outside the matter-swapping wave's maximum range. One of the remaining golems used that fire attack on me again. Tough luck for them; I've faced hotter flames in Hybras. A cut here, a incision there, and before one knows it I've disassembled said golem and jammed an analysis instrument straight through its red orb. Another one of the remaining robots fired another wave... only for it to do nothing. Indeed, it was one of those attacks useless if there's only one target. Unfortunately for those golems, I excel at fighting alone. _______________ I called in Zeta, Brox, and Alpha just as I finished hauling away the remains of the golems elsewhere. After I had disassembled the penultimate golem, the goo took longer than usual to move into the final golem, located very conspicuously at the very end of the room. Said final golem obviously differed in appearance from the other golems, with a short, stocky figure, and huge, spiky clubs where hands would normally be. Now, what will this boss golem do? (edited 8 years ago) |
++Bloodriver++ As I walked down the corridor along with my two squadmates, I was looking over some of Hero Squad's data files, so as to get up to speed with the latest developments and threats. One of the reasons I was brought in into Hero Squad was to formulate countermeasures against this "Jhiaxus" person and his viruses. While looking over Hero Squad's files on Jhiaxus, I discussed with Gamma and Orbin regarding our means and options to counter any virus Jhiaxus may use. I brought up the files on the most recent virus Jhiaxus had brought out, named Protoblade, examining said files. It was not long before the discussion shifted to the possibility of there being another one of these creatures with this strange kind of blood, and what our plans would be should Jhiaxus ever get ahold of one of these creatures. The general consensus was that such a scenario would be unpleasant for us; any further discussion was promptly interrupted by us stumbling across what appears to be a Beholder. |
<Sigma> Rho certainly picked an interesting section of the lab to explore, considering the variety of creatures on display. The lab's computer noted that most were in containment - happy, healthy containment, it added - but some of the more aggressive ones had broken their habitats and escaped to lurk about the lab. The more passive ones were contained more for their own safety than anything. Whoever was behind all the creatures here seems to have been a touch... indiscriminate about it, though. They must have had some serious genetic splicing hardware, because I don't think a lot of these mutations would work naturally. Like the Nitrous Blowhog. Yeah, that's two words I don't like seeing together. Luckily those are still in containment. You know what isn't? The bloyster leaving a trail of burning sulfur in its wake. I, of course, didn't want anything to do with it. The Bloodseeders and Rho, on the other hand, promptly decided it was their new best friend-slash-trampoline. Funnily enough, it didn't really react to a bunch of rambunctious Red Pikmin bouncing on its back, almost as if it were used to it. I'd say we're keeping this one. I had to put my foot down on the Crawbster with the glass shell, though. As in, literally made of glass. I'm not even sure how that worked, but I'm not having anyone bounce on it.Besides, it didn't seem too keen on anyone bouncing on it and responded to Rune's automated message with a series of loud clicks and an attempt to kill us. You can probably guess how that went. Things kind of came to a standstill when we came upon a huge turtle blocking the hall, hunks of crystal growing from its body. It turned one massive eye in our direction and snorted grumpily, scraping its massive feet along the floor in clear warning. It gave no indication that it even noticed Rune playing the message at it. "Smash it?" Rho asked with a manic grin. I sighed wearily. "May as well." Two minutes later the turtle was still standing, and Rho and I were pulling little crystalline shards out of our skin. Turns out the crystal skin is more than for show: its tough as hell and reflects energy attacks. And it breathes little crystal chunks. "Right, smashing doesn't work. Plan B?" I muttered, "SMASH IT HARDER!" Rho hollered, zooming back in. Yeah, he can have fun with that. 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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